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RIC S. BASTASA
RIC S. BASTASA Poems
| 7801. | A Neighbor | 5/15/2010 |
| 7802. | Realities Of Our Lives | 5/15/2010 |
| 7803. | About A Lady | 5/15/2010 |
| 7804. | Undressing | 5/15/2010 |
| 7805. | In His Mind | 5/15/2010 |
| 7806. | Father | 5/15/2010 |
| 7807. | Those That Say No | 5/15/2010 |
| 7808. | Experienced | 5/15/2010 |
| 7809. | The Vase | 5/15/2010 |
| 7810. | Spectator | 5/16/2010 |
| 7811. | Laughing The Day Away | 5/16/2010 |
| 7812. | Cindy | 5/16/2010 |
| 7813. | Genie | 5/16/2010 |
| 7814. | Smooth | 5/16/2010 |
| 7815. | That Beautiful Art Of Flying Above Your Body | 5/16/2010 |
| 7816. | The Tent | 5/16/2010 |
| 7817. | Permit Me To Say It | 5/16/2010 |
| 7818. | What We Need | 5/16/2010 |
| 7819. | I Honestly Love You, Some Notes | 5/16/2010 |
| 7820. | I Am Proud To Say | 5/16/2010 |
| 7821. | Unpoetic | 5/16/2010 |
| 7822. | Unthinkable | 5/16/2010 |
| 7823. | Magellan | 5/16/2010 |
| 7824. | Alone | 5/16/2010 |
| 7825. | The Dog | 5/16/2010 |
| 7826. | Unnecessary Complication | 5/16/2010 |
| 7827. | Same | 5/16/2010 |
| 7828. | Access | 5/16/2010 |
| 7829. | Roaming | 5/16/2010 |
| 7830. | Rambling | 5/16/2010 |
| 7831. | So You'Re Here | 5/16/2010 |
| 7832. | Popping Out | 5/16/2010 |
| 7833. | Cryptic Critic | 5/16/2010 |
| 7834. | Bonding | 5/16/2010 |
| 7835. | Arriving Home | 5/16/2010 |
| 7836. | From The Notes Of A Friend | 5/16/2010 |
| 7837. | Notes About Abel From A Sexually Deprived Religious Woman | 5/16/2010 |
| 7838. | His Intro To His Blog | 5/16/2010 |
| 7839. | A Dream In Atlantis | 5/16/2010 |
| 7840. | Opression | 5/17/2010 |
Best Poem of RIC S. BASTASA
This Country Is Ours, The Philippines, For You Brother Pinoy
And we shall not leave
This country we shall build
Because it is ours
Throughout the golden hours
Here we belong
For quite long
Our great forefather
Was buried here
And though in poverty
We must stay
As we enjoy what we have
Under the sun we love
The coolness of the moon
We all swoon and don
We shall be proud as a tree
We enjoy our liberty
We shall live we shall die
There is no reason to cry
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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