RIC S. BASTASA


RIC S. BASTASA Poems

9161. One Thing That I Miss 11/9/2010
9162. This Is Just One Of Those Places 11/9/2010
9163. Child Ego 11/9/2010
9164. The Adults 11/9/2010
9165. The Ego 11/9/2010
9166. Red Skies 11/9/2010
9167. Art 1 11/10/2010
9168. Outside The Orbit 11/10/2010
9169. Dry Hands 11/10/2010
9170. Dawn Time 11/10/2010
9171. The Clothesline 11/11/2010
9172. Openness 11/12/2010
9173. What Is Permanent 11/12/2010
9174. Thinking Too Much 11/12/2010
9175. The Chase 11/12/2010
9176. Lurking Lights 11/12/2010
9177. Real Play 11/12/2010
9178. The Poem In A Trance 11/12/2010
9179. The Heavy Rain Last Night 11/13/2010
9180. Roro's Birthday 11/13/2010
9181. The Newly Adopted 11/14/2010
9182. When The Rain Comes 11/14/2010
9183. Reminiscing The Dorm And The College Years 11/14/2010
9184. Mutuality And Love Forbidden 11/14/2010
9185. The Face Of Ponder 11/14/2010
9186. Upon Writing This Poem 11/14/2010
9187. The Greater Part 11/14/2010
9188. The Final Destination 11/14/2010
9189. The White Herons And The Black Buffaloes 11/14/2010
9190. I Ask Nothing 11/14/2010
9191. On My Own Terms 11/14/2010
9192. A Certain Form Of Autism 11/14/2010
9193. Concisely 11/14/2010
9194. In Between The Rush Hours Of The Day 11/14/2010
9195. On My Way Home 11/15/2010
9196. Marvin T. 11/15/2010
9197. Why Did You Not Tell Me? 11/15/2010
9198. The Road To Dohinob 11/15/2010
9199. Off To K. 11/15/2010
9200. With You Babe 11/15/2010
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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