RIC S. BASTASA


RIC S. BASTASA Poems

7681. Smooth 5/16/2010
7682. Puccini 5/18/2010
7683. Bizet's Carmen 5/18/2010
7684. Driving The Car One Evening 5/18/2010
7685. Making A Part Of Me Dumb 5/18/2010
7686. Procrastiantion 101 5/18/2010
7687. Listening To An Indian Cherokee Morning Song 5/18/2010
7688. Too Unlucky 5/19/2010
7689. I Am With You 5/19/2010
7690. The Black Bird That Keeps On Flying 5/19/2010
7691. The Loser 5/19/2010
7692. Spontaneity 5/19/2010
7693. The Mad Man 5/19/2010
7694. Why Do You Want To Imitate Me? 5/19/2010
7695. The Virgin Flower 5/19/2010
7696. In A Poem 5/19/2010
7697. Rebecca On Another Note 5/19/2010
7698. For The Wife 5/19/2010
7699. Two People 5/19/2010
7700. An Early Morning Wish 5/19/2010
7701. This Is Not A Case 5/19/2010
7702. Once There Was A Flower 5/19/2010
7703. You Ask Me Why I Am So Negative In This 5/19/2010
7704. Rebecca For The Third Time 5/19/2010
7705. What A Wasted Look 5/19/2010
7706. For You My...(Ambot) 5/19/2010
7707. Too Early 5/19/2010
7708. First Engagement In Bed 5/19/2010
7709. Prelude To Kafka 5/19/2010
7710. I Couldn'T Believe It 5/19/2010
7711. Another Variation For Rebecca 5/19/2010
7712. Of Sparks And Hearts 5/20/2010
7713. One Sided Love 5/20/2010
7714. Shadows Of Wolves 5/20/2010
7715. When We Made Love 5/20/2010
7716. Sea Of Melancholy 5/20/2010
7717. Believing Bukowski 5/20/2010
7718. If It Feels Right 5/20/2010
7719. Ows! 5/20/2010
7720. Fledgelings 5/20/2010
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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