RIC S. BASTASA


RIC S. BASTASA Poems

8801. She Hates Monologues 6/23/2008
8802. This Game 6/24/2008
8803. Now You Begin To See The Colors Of My Painting In Words 6/24/2008
8804. A Letter From A Friend 6/24/2008
8805. At A Certain Point In Your Life 6/24/2008
8806. It Is This Pain 6/24/2008
8807. He Writes His Name In Bold Letters 6/24/2008
8808. Nothing Left 6/24/2008
8809. Terms Of Endearment 6/25/2008
8810. Attention! 6/25/2008
8811. A Pebble In My Shoe 6/25/2008
8812. My Despair 6/26/2008
8813. Sweetheart 6/26/2008
8814. His Calm And Silence 6/23/2008
8815. Love That Won'T Last 6/23/2008
8816. On The Last Minute That You Boarded The Plane 6/23/2008
8817. Maybe Tomorrow 6/23/2008
8818. I See You Entering Buddha's Gate 6/23/2008
8819. Why Not Eat With Gusto An Unbuttered Bread? 6/23/2008
8820. A Happy Birthday Surrounded By Percents 6/23/2008
8821. Why Do You Post A Poem Posted Days Ago? 6/23/2008
8822. When I Die (A Deadball Poem) 6/23/2008
8823. My Question For You 6/26/2008
8824. In Life 6/26/2008
8825. Floater 6/26/2008
8826. What You Should Be? 6/26/2008
8827. A Transfer Of Assurances 6/26/2008
8828. In Simplest Terms This I Can Say 6/27/2008
8829. As I Work With My Words As Medium 6/27/2008
8830. Poquita 6/27/2008
8831. The Loopholes Of Our Laws 6/27/2008
8832. I Imagine 6/27/2008
8833. Tone 6/29/2008
8834. Did You Think That Poetry Is Always Better Written? 6/29/2008
8835. The Use Of The Word 'And' 6/29/2008
8836. A Dadada Poem 6/29/2008
8837. What My Mama Utters In Her Deathbed 6/29/2008
8838. A Verdict Of Guilt 6/29/2008
8839. The Modern Critic 6/29/2008
8840. Storms Just Come And Go 6/29/2008
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 '

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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