RIC S. BASTASA


RIC S. BASTASA Poems

6641. Untitled 21 3/25/2010
6642. On His Retirement 3/25/2010
6643. Speak Shall I Not When The Night Deepens 3/25/2010
6644. The Old Poet 3/25/2010
6645. Suicide Is A Harsh Option 3/25/2010
6646. It's A Beautiful Morning 3/25/2010
6647. Crystal Ball 3/25/2010
6648. A Dirty Mind 3/25/2010
6649. Fairy Tales 3/25/2010
6650. On This Date 3/26/2010
6651. Something Bitter 3/26/2010
6652. Doing Fine 3/27/2010
6653. The Agony Of The Long Waiting 3/27/2010
6654. But They Can Never Be Mine 3/27/2010
6655. Earth Hour 3/27/2010
6656. They Say 3/27/2010
6657. In The Middle Of The Storm 3/27/2010
6658. Something Harsh 3/28/2010
6659. My Own Blood 3/28/2010
6660. The Sweetest Sound 3/28/2010
6661. By The River Of Time 3/28/2010
6662. Early Morning Duet 3/28/2010
6663. In Memory 3/28/2010
6664. A Matter Of Decision 3/28/2010
6665. The Soul 3/28/2010
6666. Back To The Stable 3/28/2010
6667. A Couple For The Night 3/28/2010
6668. Useless 3/28/2010
6669. Death Comes And Chooses Its Types 3/28/2010
6670. That Little Boy 3/28/2010
6671. To A Classmate Of Mine Who Thinks She Is A Failure 3/28/2010
6672. The Outcast 3/29/2010
6673. A Reminder 3/29/2010
6674. Wet All Over 3/31/2010
6675. Untitled 22 3/31/2010
6676. A Holy Thursday 3/31/2010
6677. Mustering Another Art 3/31/2010
6678. Hello Cynthia 4/1/2010
6679. The Plain Citizen Of The Republic 4/1/2010
6680. To A Young Writer 4/1/2010
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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