RIC S. BASTASA


RIC S. BASTASA Poems

6801. Eating Words For Breakfast 4/11/2013
6802. What We Did Last Summer In El Nido 4/11/2013
6803. Using The Word 'Insert' 4/11/2013
6804. Tha Pains That Pile Up In Our Youth 4/11/2013
6805. I Have Accepted It, Hope You Will. 4/11/2013
6806. Clear And Clean...Oh, It Is Just Another Day 4/11/2013
6807. The Tryst Of Two Survivors 4/11/2013
6808. Up There, Up There 4/11/2013
6809. Some Morning Lines For This Old Village 4/10/2013
6810. Without Borders In Space 4/10/2013
6811. A Question For Both Of You 4/10/2013
6812. Speechless.....X X X 4/10/2013
6813. Living A Belief..... 4/10/2013
6814. I Choose The Latter 4/10/2013
6815. Hypocrisy And Civility 10/8/2013
6816. Alive 10/8/2013
6817. The Other Side Of Self-Centeredness 4/10/2013
6818. Ad Aeternum 4/9/2013
6819. What If? .... 4/9/2013
6820. The Old Women In The Village Where I Live 4/9/2013
6821. Without Direction 4/9/2013
6822. To The New Zealander Who Climbs The Topmost Rocky Mountain 4/8/2013
6823. The Poem That I Love.... 4/8/2013
6824. It Is Always That Nature Wins 4/8/2013
6825. I Am Ready..... 4/8/2013
6826. Sadness Over The Place We Left Five Days Ago 4/8/2013
6827. Early Morning Phenomenology 10/9/2013
6828. You'Re Not The One 10/16/2013
6829. Taking Advantage Of The Calamity 10/18/2013
6830. The Thief 10/18/2013
6831. Why The Pain? 10/21/2013
6832. Mea Culpa 10/21/2013
6833. His Paintings 10/21/2013
6834. The Dream At Dawn 10/19/2013
6835. I Am 10/19/2013
6836. On A Sunday 10/18/2013
6837. A Mirror Of You 10/18/2013
6838. The Voice Within 10/18/2013
6839. Not A Poet 10/18/2013
6840. The Skies Of My Youth 10/18/2013
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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