RIC S. BASTASA


RIC S. BASTASA Poems

4161. There Is No Sense At All 3/16/2009
4162. Adore The Sun 3/16/2009
4163. When I Go Out And Play Under The Sun 3/16/2009
4164. And Then You Wanted To Go And Leave Me Here 3/16/2009
4165. Lots Of Love 3/17/2009
4166. Poetry Time 3/17/2009
4167. Always Remember My Dear Caterpillar 3/17/2009
4168. Dancing To The Tune Of Life 3/17/2009
4169. She Who Wears The White Hairs 3/17/2009
4170. How Can I Eat That Apple? 3/17/2009
4171. This Poetry 3/17/2009
4172. Do Not Be Afraid To Write The Worst Lines 3/17/2009
4173. Even In Love You Must Also Be Prepared 3/17/2009
4174. To A Heartbreaker 3/17/2009
4175. To A Flower 3/17/2009
4176. For One To Be In Love 3/17/2009
4177. Surrender 3/17/2009
4178. In Contemplation 3/17/2009
4179. Why For So Long? 3/17/2009
4180. In The Corridors Of My Senses 3/17/2009
4181. My Little Bird 3/17/2009
4182. You And Me 3/17/2009
4183. Anticipation 3/18/2009
4184. A Journey Towards The Self 3/18/2009
4185. Words, Oh, They Come Later Before The Explosion Actually 3/18/2009
4186. Love Is No More? 3/18/2009
4187. We, How Can We Be Lonely? 3/18/2009
4188. A Tryst 3/18/2009
4189. What They Say 3/18/2009
4190. When You Are Near Me 3/19/2009
4191. At The Wedding Ceremony 3/19/2009
4192. The Brigidaire General Speaks At The Wedding 3/19/2009
4193. Elation 3/19/2009
4194. Setting The Small Fry Free 3/19/2009
4195. Why Did He Lie To You? 3/19/2009
4196. The Tryst That Never Was 3/19/2009
4197. Summer Breeze 3/19/2009
4198. Early Morning Poetry 3/19/2009
4199. Stepping Into Something New This Summer 3/19/2009
4200. A Boat By The Silent Pond 3/20/2009
Best Poem of RIC S. BASTASA

' The Last Dance Of Your Life '

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you don't really have to mind
death
what power do you have for it

when it comes
it comes
none can prevent it
from sitting beside you

the doctors are honest
and sometimes
too stupid to give you a promise
for another extension of
life

a hope that poisons the mind instead
and makes
our recent stand rigid and
unreasonable

for those who have seen the light
on one hand
sees death as
a welcome experience
in fact a festivity
another coming experience
another full moon
at the bay

another ...

Read the full of ' The Last Dance Of Your Life '

Finally

just like anything that you did in the past
you started like
a
gasoline spilled
on the cemented road
and a matchstick lighted
it and the fire ran
like a will o'wisp
but as usual it was

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