RIC S. BASTASA


RIC S. BASTASA Poems

6721. The Child Who Does Not Recognize His Mother 4/5/2010
6722. Physical 4/5/2010
6723. The Children In The House 4/5/2010
6724. At 4 A.M. 4/6/2010
6725. A Wish 4/6/2010
6726. I Will Not Ask You To Love Me Again 4/6/2010
6727. For Love Is Like A Thorn In My Heart 4/6/2010
6728. Got Nothing 4/6/2010
6729. Our Misery 4/6/2010
6730. Mother Goddess 4/6/2010
6731. Too Many Of You 4/6/2010
6732. Losing The War 4/6/2010
6733. Afewthings 4/7/2010
6734. Themirrorandthelullaby 4/7/2010
6735. Silence Is Musical 4/7/2010
6736. Untitled 24 4/7/2010
6737. Dogs In The House 4/7/2010
6738. Untitled 25 4/7/2010
6739. Untitled 26 4/7/2010
6740. Infect Us 4/7/2010
6741. One Man's Mistake 4/7/2010
6742. Unromantic Maybe 4/7/2010
6743. The Much Abused Stars 4/7/2010
6744. Figuring Out Meanings 4/7/2010
6745. It Is Enough To Destroy Life 4/7/2010
6746. Matutinal 4/7/2010
6747. Relaxed Feet On The Table Surface 4/7/2010
6748. A Little Request To The Magician Who Pleased Me For A While 4/7/2010
6749. In A Certain Place 4/10/2010
6750. Sometimes It Is Nice To Be Away 4/10/2010
6751. Plain Cacophony 4/10/2010
6752. A Metaphor Of Shared Joy 4/10/2010
6753. Change 4/13/2010
6754. Retrace 4/13/2010
6755. Moral Lesson For Today 4/13/2010
6756. To Avoid Rejection 4/14/2010
6757. Affirmation 4/14/2010
6758. Avoiding A Rejection 4/14/2010
6759. It Is There 4/15/2010
6760. A Leaf, A Sparrow, A Cloud, Sun And Wind 4/15/2010
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 '

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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