RIC S. BASTASA


RIC S. BASTASA Poems

5721. 4 O'Clock In The Morning 11/3/2009
5722. A Prayer For Me 11/3/2009
5723. Whatever Happens, I Made A Promise 11/3/2009
5724. When You Find The Code 11/3/2009
5725. You Cause This War 11/3/2009
5726. Let Me Wear Your Shoes 11/4/2009
5727. The Song Of David 11/4/2009
5728. Random Thoughts 11/4/2009
5729. The Moon Over The Pond 11/4/2009
5730. At The Highest Frequency 11/4/2009
5731. They Fall The Hardest 11/4/2009
5732. What She Does Not Know 11/4/2009
5733. Vanity 11/4/2009
5734. Missing Her 11/4/2009
5735. Paranoid 11/4/2009
5736. For Art Does Not Tolerate Reason 11/4/2009
5737. With Love 11/5/2009
5738. Those Better Years 11/5/2009
5739. I Remember That Day In My Life 11/5/2009
5740. If We Let Mozart Play Like A Beggar 11/5/2009
5741. Busy Streets And Noisy Malls 11/5/2009
5742. The Hollow Man 11/5/2009
5743. There, There The Land Of Bounty Lies 11/5/2009
5744. Where Am I? I Am In The Middle Of An Idea. 11/6/2009
5745. Lord From My Tongue, My Mouth 11/6/2009
5746. Listening To Bob Marley's Exodus 11/6/2009
5747. Politics 11/6/2009
5748. Just Fit In, We'Re Going 11/7/2009
5749. Our Points Of View 11/7/2009
5750. A Hypothesis About Our Afterlife 11/7/2009
5751. Failures 11/7/2009
5752. Oh, I Have Nothing To Say 11/7/2009
5753. Cheer Up! Young Man! 11/7/2009
5754. Maiora Premunt 11/7/2009
5755. Watching Tita With A Little Girl On Top Of Autumn Leaves 11/8/2009
5756. Watching From A Distance Two Lovers Kissing In The Dark 11/8/2009
5757. The Power Of Attraction 11/8/2009
5758. The Lonely Moon 11/8/2009
5759. The Poems 11/8/2009
5760. It Is Late, But It Is Not Always Too Late To Play 11/8/2009
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 '

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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