RIC S. BASTASA


RIC S. BASTASA Poems

881. The Breakfast Of The Old Farts 5/12/2008
882. Insomniac 5/12/2008
883. Some Fun With Balloons On A Midnight Candle 5/13/2008
884. To A Love Poem You Twitch Your Face 5/13/2008
885. I Still Write These Poems Of Love Again In My Shame 5/13/2008
886. Remembering Your Friend 5/13/2008
887. On These Dry Seasons Of My Heart 5/13/2008
888. A White Yacht I See 5/13/2008
889. Images Of The Past 5/13/2008
890. Annotations To Daily Encounters 5/13/2008
891. One Dark Night 5/13/2008
892. Brightest Star 5/14/2008
893. Powerful Star 5/14/2008
894. There Is Something In You That I Want Stopped 5/14/2008
895. A Locator, Father And Son 5/17/2008
896. The Teaser 5/17/2008
897. Foolish 5/17/2008
898. Welcome To The Concrete Jungle 5/17/2008
899. She Loves Her Hair Stretched 5/17/2008
900. Backbite 5/17/2008
901. And Then The Paper Is Dirty 5/17/2008
902. Don’t Lose Hope. Nothing Is Permanent 5/17/2008
903. Paint My World Please 5/17/2008
904. 1,000,000,000 Periods Per Second 5/17/2008
905. I Will Take You As A Grain Of Sand In My Palm Against The Sun 5/17/2008
906. Remembering You On A Hot Summer Day 5/17/2008
907. World's Worst Poetry Sold For $12,840 5/17/2008
908. Non-Haiku 5/17/2008
909. The Strait Man 5/18/2008
910. And Now The Straight Man In My Mind 5/18/2008
911. Sometimes It Is Not The Poem But The Poet 5/18/2008
912. The Falling Leaves 5/18/2008
913. Unico Hijo 5/18/2008
914. The Poor Rich Boy Named Al 5/18/2008
915. This Mask 5/18/2008
916. Dear Diary 5/18/2008
917. A Thrill Of Hope 5/18/2008
918. Rambling Thoughts This Moment 5/18/2008
919. Run For Reality And Please Carry Some Dreams 5/18/2008
920. Do You Know Why You Are Unhappy? 5/18/2008
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 '

The Iguana

between me and the city
is a glass window with drops of
rain

below me are tiny taxicabs
waiting for passengers

at the other end is the red planet
and elizabeth

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