RIC S. BASTASA


RIC S. BASTASA Poems

5001. Where Am I? Tell Me Lust 7/12/2009
5002. A White Butterfly 7/12/2009
5003. A Good Poem 7/12/2009
5004. How Do You Separate The Woman From The Poetess? 7/13/2009
5005. Roses Are Red 7/13/2009
5006. I Could Have Told You About Religion 7/14/2009
5007. The Third Witness 7/14/2009
5008. About You 7/15/2009
5009. Ennui, Ennui, Ennui 7/15/2009
5010. These All Entice Me 7/15/2009
5011. The Problem Is.. 7/16/2009
5012. Sometimes When I Have Nothing To Say 7/16/2009
5013. A Diary 7/16/2009
5014. Bored: Ejusdem Generis 7/16/2009
5015. I Think 7/16/2009
5016. Waking Up 7/16/2009
5017. Shadow Of A Fish 7/16/2009
5018. I Like This Poem 7/16/2009
5019. Writing About The Rose 7/16/2009
5020. I Ask A Very Simple Request 7/16/2009
5021. Did I Tell You That I Have Goiter? 7/16/2009
5022. The Least You Expect It 7/16/2009
5023. Dear Love 7/16/2009
5024. I Know I Have Only One Heart To Give 7/16/2009
5025. The Fulfillment 7/17/2009
5026. Without You From The Beginning 7/17/2009
5027. Epitaph 7/17/2009
5028. Epitaph Of A Poetess 7/17/2009
5029. Solo 7/17/2009
5030. Do Not Tell Me That There Is Something Poetic About The Rain Today 7/17/2009
5031. Here We Are In The Middle Of The Rain 7/17/2009
5032. We Are Here Again 7/17/2009
5033. Old Age 7/17/2009
5034. Sleepless In Mindanao Island 7/17/2009
5035. 12: 13 7/17/2009
5036. To Want To Do To Perfect An Art 7/17/2009
5037. A Body Of Lies 7/4/2009
5038. I Write And I Will Always Write 7/13/2009
5039. An Advice 7/13/2009
5040. At This Hour After Tonight 7/13/2009

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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 '

Ephemeral

A red hibiscus that blooms
In the morning
Closes, wilts, in the afternoon,
You expect another one of its kind tomorrow,
A china rose,
Your night life,
At the outdoor café, sitting on light fabricated
Silver chairs, sipping tea, puffing smoke, sipping
Margarita, gazing

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