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Ciro Toledo Poem
Through our wish
through our goals
through our done mean
through a compliment decided by the garden
minute having wards coming —
minute always passing, creating
A matter turns alive.
Be not confused realness came from mentally
on goals for, hours marry in cute leading
thou, wish through a canasta disdain
Of our mean ...
The gardens up swell memories
over weedy by coming
the lullaby thou invades off, and sereness
flying on handle tools
any aurora —any of windy
From reality, from mentally tour.
Copyright © Ciro Toledo | Year Posted 2007
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The sun enlightening at the front house
two old armchair-in places by the postal —
the vicinities were dinners in cycles’
parent’s table, the nightfall resembled
sky, —and fling butterfly around upon
spotlights lining by of sidewalk streets . . .
Surprise was bound my moments
the primary time you’d walk
from my home . . .
Stupefied, I got enacting take action about
smiled between me teethes of cheer
but, our nasty memories’ dated in dossiers
stopped all my puller-goals
and let you proceed without been
Break up, your trial my call . . .
I could fallow your way-along
How could, you rendered that, after all?
Sudden was three question mares, my mind
but, asset wound was my heart
thou I dismiss talk to you anew . . .
In while, along as moment I felt myself
odd, stupefied and mirthful in about
You been presented, then, you walked
pretense front my stand sat, an armchair,
by the postal about 16 ft. away . . .
stopped something in me, thy taking action
then, I felt pitifully fallowed you
fled in the mile, by the vicinity
And street corners, —am now without
seen you afresh’ by gone twenty
year long ago, and this whereas then!
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Spring showering shores
rabbits running round in amusing
the glitter great glacier
been sparkle spends slightness by branches
wind witnesses willingly be affections
In reflection raised recreation.
And sense a rat, small the tale it
Running stopped by the torso as hulking.
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Into my head stink in mythic one hissing
of running are ratters, as I hated by
up nearly level of piled woodsheds rottenly sites
at weediest the backyard’s place,
of my neighbor’s unit close edged up wards
side by sides, feet away from my place . . .
Once lucky I bound at woodsy near duty
she a terrier if the ratters in her site been gone
over willowy apart, as roofless patio
the backyard's sensory stain at royalists’ land . . .
Upper away of gallant converted living by
out of mind, she the pureed-bandit around
bazaars think backfill thy new world
in menses aid raised velvety clubs by wards.
Miserly her space and empty from kindliness
consorted in byte ratters her terraces
downfalls by sight, in careens simply mode empty
my home unfair or caustics up a side,
at silly carrion backyards as waste as hissing
up I needing help from as careless chick!
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The friend who gonna while sheer
In friendly, airy blast always . . .
The soul around . . .
Who ne’er mind —by renders a hurt
The old cougar, restful in bench by
In stares much bit
Of enjoying up nicely day by day
With the sun illume
With the windy hit passive his skin
When stars-oh-moon light
Once hold tho shadow heaven
In casting by thrilling
His whistler galloping
In fulling island ground soul, melody
In adding-lib —
In forgiving of resentful
Uncool off liaison
The cougar as look tensity my vicinity
By was, — who had been gone . . .
And inquired one nascency rose
On souls is mind —
Who will be next? O friend scathe-less
Airy blast always at others —
Who spring by, a proudly around?
Copyright © Ciro Toledo | Year Posted 2008
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In many of ways–so too–in many of features
when your former look reached my soul
by first-rate time up a park sit out;
very clear my mind might reminding
then, of the way that dressed rain day gonna!
In the spaces was allowing befogs concrete
touring from the western upon eastern
the breeze litter hotter by the wind gone
in please entertain were butterflied
also seagull gonna flying around us,
thy unlike direction by where stare our self!
I remember found on your tender eyes
the kindness that you felt toward at mine
and glory that my heart dreamed has
always, overloads me found “always so purer”
whatever I’d try, from my lady beau having!
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Moon morning mean at dawning by
with wrest winter the field tree
great ground glances from any posted are
revels reface refuse, not heaven
deny deeply delight, not of birds’ sings
melody must mix with the dawning
Souls by eminent feeling are aliveness.
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My heart beating is alive hitherto
my lung breathing is hitherto
my eyes hitherto facing the queen
of myself thy love IS don . . .
— ( thank thou by blessing creator)
But, obviously in worth is degrees
of early befoul inquiry . . .
your wearing breasts in a practical nude
your truly wearing encounter-leg
— by 75% nude
away, sneaking by of stylish whole
Across el break surrounds one, the hole.
over reacting is you practically
by imitation from my death
Essaying a big selfsame, from it mouth;
sponging out thee any indication
of never having snake me-back in your mind,
then, you had ever caressed me . . .
Darling! — in my record,
blessing you did it — in mine shut up
blessing you did it . . .
In wrangles ignored your imagination.
~ Ciro C Toledo ~
Copyright © Ciro Toledo | Year Posted 2006
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Yaw ad! Yaw ad! Yaw ad! - Yaw Ad
— the felt shot of your toxic mind
as blowout around by finished wine —
in evolution lift lipping been voicing
overly anew tweed is addiction
At phases are of Valentine’s Day.
Yaw ad! Yaw ad! Yaw ad! - Yaw Ad
— your setting to offer one field
of trust precious present in any choice
in deeply refraction of liquor smell
and breezing-breathes mean it off talk —
two foul had owned your heart
edge at nearness around by
up bench stopped when we were sitting —
and ten fouls will you figure own
by an entire bench-day stop ...
We set plans to be sitting again!
Yaw ad! Yaw ad! Yaw ad! - Yaw Ad
— the pious reactor’s iris of redness eyes
in near highly away concept to me
upcoming of miscible to myself
the miss-rose by Valentine’s Day
And fail goals, the poses of smiles.
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The picture standing up hanged by the wood
redo..., at blueness painted livingroom alike is a horizon
she by carry out veiling white over her torso
and, a big lasso in her large black hairs ---
up designed of greenery-print flowers by the fabric
by evinced motion splendid gleams are color
by famous been knowledge enkindling the scene
from Victorian art odes “Flaming June”
Dreamy gussy mulls ... alike fashion are virgins.
Standing by hanged from vividness wood blueness
at glances fascinates is drawn, once picture
where the expiration will in divine rebirths, easy
up mind of any spontaneous written ...
by the winter, by snowing or faraway deeply time
by the spring-fall its raining
By the fire rising of chimneys, room is around.
away in slight, –by whom seeing her
rising eyes by, at fulling of illusion
when, glance touch the call attention is scenes
Into magical dreamy playing, at Angel are words.
Oh! ... memory sightly—as romantic is standard
in profound dismay time, nothing better thy enduring
by multi colored scene is livingroom
evenly—in big or small dimensions ...
in red, green, yellow, blue, orange, at prismatic colors
Looking is the region alike heaven, by rainbow.
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