RIC S. BASTASA


RIC S. BASTASA Poems

8321. In The Morning Of My Life 4/25/2008
8322. In The Evening Of My Life 4/25/2008
8323. So You Don'T Like The Sour Man? 4/25/2008
8324. It Is 4/25/2008
8325. On Some Baby Steps And Baby Breaths 4/25/2008
8326. Harbinger 4/25/2008
8327. A Storm, A Brainstorm 4/25/2008
8328. Let Us Not Talk About This Poor Little Me 4/26/2008
8329. There Is Nothing To Write 4/26/2008
8330. You Must Dropp The Seed 4/26/2008
8331. Dealing With People Who Anger You 4/26/2008
8332. Constructive Criticisms Are Welcome 4/26/2008
8333. Know Thyself 4/27/2008
8334. Why Be A Bukowski Or An Emily? They Are All Dead 4/27/2008
8335. Believe Me 4/24/2008
8336. If You Wait For Better Metaphors 4/24/2008
8337. Touch Of Class 4/24/2008
8338. Plain Citizen Juan De La Cruz 4/22/2008
8339. I Am A Piece Of Broken Man 4/27/2008
8340. The Moment I See Your Face 5/3/2008
8341. Calbiga Caves 5/4/2008
8342. On A Wooden Sailboat 5/4/2008
8343. The Museum In Calbayog 5/4/2008
8344. Wow, Philippines 5/4/2008
8345. Around The Island 5/4/2008
8346. For All The Treasures I See 5/4/2008
8347. Loss Of Words 5/4/2008
8348. What Do We Really Wish To See? 5/4/2008
8349. Putting My Feet Inside Your Shoes 5/4/2008
8350. The Boat 5/4/2008
8351. The Noise 5/5/2008
8352. Feeling Like A Stranger 5/5/2008
8353. After You Unfold As A Flower In Complete Bloom 5/5/2008
8354. You And I 5/5/2008
8355. Dedicação 5/5/2008
8356. Just Close Your Eyes 5/5/2008
8357. To Hold You Close 5/5/2008
8358. Who Am I Around You? 5/5/2008
8359. Just A Taste Of Life 5/5/2008
8360. Time After Time 5/5/2008
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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