RIC S. BASTASA


RIC S. BASTASA Poems

681. If You Wait For Better Metaphors 4/24/2008
682. Touch Of Class 4/24/2008
683. Ugly He Was Born 4/24/2008
684. How Can I Fake Some Feelings? 4/24/2008
685. Tickle The Skins On My Feet 4/24/2008
686. In The Morning Of My Life 4/25/2008
687. In The Evening Of My Life 4/25/2008
688. So You Don'T Like The Sour Man? 4/25/2008
689. It Is 4/25/2008
690. On Some Baby Steps And Baby Breaths 4/25/2008
691. Harbinger 4/25/2008
692. A Storm, A Brainstorm 4/25/2008
693. Let Us Not Talk About This Poor Little Me 4/26/2008
694. There Is Nothing To Write 4/26/2008
695. You Must Dropp The Seed 4/26/2008
696. Dealing With People Who Anger You 4/26/2008
697. Constructive Criticisms Are Welcome 4/26/2008
698. Know Thyself 4/27/2008
699. Why Be A Bukowski Or An Emily? They Are All Dead 4/27/2008
700. The Moment I See Your Face 5/3/2008
701. Calbiga Caves 5/4/2008
702. On A Wooden Sailboat 5/4/2008
703. The Museum In Calbayog 5/4/2008
704. Wow, Philippines 5/4/2008
705. Around The Island 5/4/2008
706. For All The Treasures I See 5/4/2008
707. Loss Of Words 5/4/2008
708. What Do We Really Wish To See? 5/4/2008
709. Putting My Feet Inside Your Shoes 5/4/2008
710. The Boat 5/4/2008
711. The Noise 5/5/2008
712. Feeling Like A Stranger 5/5/2008
713. After You Unfold As A Flower In Complete Bloom 5/5/2008
714. You And I 5/5/2008
715. Dedicação 5/5/2008
716. Just Close Your Eyes 5/5/2008
717. To Hold You Close 5/5/2008
718. Who Am I Around You? 5/5/2008
719. Just A Taste Of Life 5/5/2008
720. Time After Time 5/5/2008

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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 ...

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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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