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Best Poems Written by Ciro Toledo

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Break-In As Thought

The cat disrupts her thinkable moment, by                                                                            
attention thou need, she took the torso                     

   and kept it hold from the breast by                                                                                              
used all ways, and kept the stand for                                                                                                

   apart the opening window in somnolent                                                                                          
in love instant glaceing the helplessness                                                                         	 
							
   terrain in nightfall moonily lasts sky,                                                                                           
after, stands for in deeds’ surge panache                                                                                         

   up fictions points then’ sinew really not                                                                                           
her moved away from the window                                                                                	
	
   thus, put-down above rugs in blue                                                                                                  
as faithful roommate, busing in breach                                                                                         

   And ratified self, at troughs enjoins kitchen                                                                                   
baking feed.  Now blank having, his mind                                                                         

   And freedom from images in love stages —                                                                                  
Anew think channels while the nowadays.

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Grown-Up of Snow

GROWN-UP OF SNOW

The wintertime came vigorous, fall in torn
rivers, trees, hills by snow spacing white
boots let imprints stepped across trails
roofs in split white water crystal Villages
masses and sight snow shown as term
Thanksgiving thou Christmas ritual it eras –

Folks made balls and struck targets wherever
sculpt figured of statues’ chart in precious
skaters sped brash in snow-hill roads
Outlaw drunk water-crystal melts in grass.

Drivers saw naught at windshields, at feet
headlights up reach tiny space snow falling                                                                               
roads, the heinous nights induce the minds
roads’ and transit-line sign up coating
Of snow, who can fallow it?
Up hit by shovel roads pull up thy eyes.  

Deers south for grass foods lost up ground
coat-ice floors-snow became the terrain
And ice fishiest regions’ build-up.

Spring came lit, grants ripen the Villages
but, not bodies wanna steps by melting ice 
while’ snow sight gone we knew the place
and each thing pass-off regress nature way
The rains hitting, and buds sprouting anew!

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Essential Focus

My heart-beating demand a green light
in showy fashioning from your heart
and date cruder fit over pyramids
of nor realities been dressed
I craving mine sweet, info in you
arousing daily with me by anew dawn
from my bedouin as poetry links
whereas various of reasons, I wanna
stop persisting until fulfils it —
secure I’m thou flimsily if wanna you
I could be a thing, your dim moan
my gardens Bud-Peony Roses you own
my savor for, if you endow a light
and the virtual green been
as virtual by engaging rings our desire                                                                                        
And we sweetheart band for eternity
and apiece of anniversary solar day                                                                                              
as impress day in ceremony, and a Red                                                                                  
Rose in bestow give to you
and the Angeles wishes our sleep
by nightly along in advanced for
and nothing thou modified in the far
And toward not down-field we besot.

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Fly Off the Handle

Flying the recently of fell                                                                                               
snow in apiece
A crazy sigh seemly without
Of course—
So easily flying–so enjoying
Puller by wind
And come hell or high water
From the roofs or trees
And while the wind stopped
A clear an empty space
By effects remain.
Or while by any come-back 
The winter around
In sort or strongly strike—
Again, flying the snow 
Apiece, without of course—
Again flying the snow potted
Fill over streets—over roofs
Over the trees…
And may be snow-less indeed
The terrain.

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Undertaking

Of ventures dates arise and forth
Musky as tortures I swinging
       Quasi I view myself hate or enrich
Who by pigeonholed proof been
Of actives kinship thy bachelors
       Around a try within of vibrantly range
Indeed, handle as matters upon
A dress code dealt
       Thus as doubts or widely inquire
And sinlessly lo ways
In state done so hornily, so straight
       And be jealous in signify a foe wan
Culled up essential by her, and obvious
Culled off mine attends of bachelor.

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Over Color Desert

From the coiffe broken of light
or dead tie-the marines
by machine pip-out target upper	
by the road — 
through demolish the tools that		
throve mats up for peace
it took the leash by the saw
the gloss of the desert thy help
in confront, any astir enemy
watchful been fielding — 
the gloss that regrets
of course a soul matter,
the hero-the weapon 
in avail words of freedom
carry it clearly over the esteem
by gloss of the desert
Or peace insures the earth.

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Occur At Once

Occurring being fearful the winter
while the mid-night minutes
by anew wake of dawn —
the snow-alike rain been falling
and the Cathedral is hollow-ringer
sudden gave off fifth pealing of belling 
and hour done announce by dawn turn,
over the semi vision bout darkness	
and through my window glass
the winter I listening 
giving a sound in torment whimper —	
and the illusion, the dreamy
and memories apart
occupying sort, my mind
the childhood and romance left moment
the school ever by a placenta winter
ever as passions area
the fountain and inspiration
a meant-up dynamic thy precious
the beauty–the greatly there
moments in life 
and by the end, I wrote
the winter I’d listened
in respond and convert ill temper
over hard fury whimpering sound
in landing in torment . . .

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Throw Caution To the Wind

Through our wish
Through our goals
Through our done mean
Through a compliment decide by the garden
Minute having a coming --
Minute always passing, creating
A matter turn alive

We not confused reality came from mentality --
On goals for, married being us cute
Thou, through wish goals merged
of our mean

The garden the memories
Over the minutes coming
And always sort a matter
From reality, from mentally
Flying on the handle.

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Mutually Un Supporting

My heart is beating yet
my lung yet breathing
my eyes yet facing the queen
of myself thy love
      — (Thou thank your creator . . . )
But, obviously in degrees
in other side
your wearing breasts in a practical nude                                                                                     
your truly wearing encounter-leg
by 75% nude
sneak of a stylish whole
Over a break surround the hole.
Over reacting is you practically
in imitation, from my death 
by had said
it without a giving of indication
of snaking-back in your mind
you had ever caressed me
May be-yes!
In ignore tab imagination.

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Fly Off the Handle

Flying up recently of the fell
snow in apiece
a crazy sigh seemly without
of course — 
so easily flying–so enjoying
pullers by wind
and come up hells or high water
from the roofs or trees
and while the wind stopped
a clear and empty space
By effects remain.
Or while by any come back
the winter around
in sort or strongly strike — 
again, flying the snow
apiece, without of course — 
again flying the snow potted
fill over streets–over roofs
over the trees . . . 
And lacking be snow–top indeed
The terrain.