RIC S. BASTASA


RIC S. BASTASA Poems

8361. What Do We Do To Mother Earth? 5/5/2008
8362. Broken Girl 5/5/2008
8363. The Sweetest Songs Of Peace 5/5/2008
8364. Poin·set·ti·a 5/5/2008
8365. Leonardo's Legend 5/5/2008
8366. To Want To Be Liked 5/5/2008
8367. I Have Never Been To Duhallow 5/5/2008
8368. On Being Here Back To You 5/5/2008
8369. What About You? 5/5/2008
8370. What Do We Do To Aldo Kraas? 5/5/2008
8371. The Echo, The Mocking Bird 5/5/2008
8372. What Silence Can Offer 5/6/2008
8373. To Ignore The Pain 5/6/2008
8374. Live Life 5/9/2008
8375. Paper Rose 5/9/2008
8376. My Love Is Not Like A Poem 5/9/2008
8377. Outsider 5/9/2008
8378. A Mother's Day Prayer 5/9/2008
8379. I Never Said I Was A Poet Just A Man 5/9/2008
8380. Who Me? 5/9/2008
8381. Myanmar 5/9/2008
8382. This Is Love 5/9/2008
8383. Henry Piddington (1797–1858) 5/9/2008
8384. Being And Nothingness 5/9/2008
8385. We Dream Of A Soul 5/9/2008
8386. Soon No One Stays 5/9/2008
8387. To The Other World 5/9/2008
8388. Commitment 5/9/2008
8389. The World Where You Want Me To Live 5/9/2008
8390. Nostalgia 5/9/2008
8391. Winged Are We 5/9/2008
8392. Too Much Poetry 5/9/2008
8393. Yearning 5/9/2008
8394. Bobbitt: A Part Of Speech 5/9/2008
8395. God Marvin, You Had It First In The Bus? 5/9/2008
8396. The Commandments Of Poetry 5/9/2008
8397. The Poet’s Prayer 5/9/2008
8398. Seek Not Yourself But The Other 5/11/2008
8399. The Inner Me 5/11/2008
8400. My Place Of Dreams Is Not Your Place 5/11/2008
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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