RIC S. BASTASA


RIC S. BASTASA Poems

9001. I Am A Tree Without Roots 10/10/2010
9002. At The Kitchen 10/10/2010
9003. Our Dreams Can Be Forgotten 10/10/2010
9004. Now We Can Talk 10/10/2010
9005. The Daisies 10/11/2010
9006. The Injustice 10/12/2010
9007. There Are No Finishing Touches 10/12/2010
9008. The Tall Edifice That Is Built On Our Land 10/12/2010
9009. There Is No Such Power 10/12/2010
9010. My Only Faith 10/12/2010
9011. The Lone Dissenter 10/15/2010
9012. The Possibilities 10/16/2010
9013. In My Room 10/16/2010
9014. Solitude And The Sunset 10/16/2010
9015. The Corrupt Couple 10/16/2010
9016. Suppressed Anger 10/8/2010
9017. Whatever You Sow You Shall Reap 10/8/2010
9018. Empathy 101 10/8/2010
9019. Worn Out 10/8/2010
9020. What We Can Remember On Sunday Afternoons 10/8/2010
9021. 'Twas The Twilight 10/8/2010
9022. My Own Worth 10/8/2010
9023. State Of Affairs 10/5/2010
9024. How Can I Believe You? 10/5/2010
9025. The Day Of The Elderly 10/5/2010
9026. My Own Game 10/16/2010
9027. Hoping 10/16/2010
9028. Facing The Wreck 10/17/2010
9029. Hiding The Gray Side Of Life 10/19/2010
9030. Meeting You Again 10/19/2010
9031. As We Bury A Great Woman 10/19/2010
9032. Where I Live 10/20/2010
9033. Past Pains 10/21/2010
9034. Eulogy 10/21/2010
9035. Poem From Frances R. (1) 10/21/2010
9036. Frances 2 10/21/2010
9037. Frances 3 10/21/2010
9038. Frances 4 10/21/2010
9039. Frances 5 10/21/2010
9040. Frances 6 10/21/2010
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 '

To Joy......

a bouquet of white
roses which you catches
from the bride
in that grand wedding
lies on the table
because you have forgotten
it, after those laughters
and joyous
conversations

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