RIC S. BASTASA


RIC S. BASTASA Poems

9801. Wondering... 2/14/2011
9802. This Is What He Said... 2/14/2011
9803. She Is Dead... 2/14/2011
9804. Flexibility... 2/14/2011
9805. The Blank Pages... 2/14/2011
9806. Trying... 2/14/2011
9807. That Feeling... 2/14/2011
9808. An Alley... 2/14/2011
9809. The Kids In Us... 2/14/2011
9810. The Capa De Leon... 2/14/2011
9811. A Kind Of Traveler 2/14/2011
9812. Traveler (Edited) ... 2/15/2011
9813. Assorted Sounds Of Existence... 2/15/2011
9814. Just Listen, Do Not Think... 2/15/2011
9815. The Show... 2/15/2011
9816. A Song For Mely.... 2/15/2011
9817. The Faith Of Abundance... 2/15/2011
9818. Amen, Amen... 2/15/2011
9819. The Usual Story... 2/15/2011
9820. The Black Parasols... 2/15/2011
9821. Sailing On... 2/15/2011
9822. Embracing Tradition... 2/15/2011
9823. Presumption Of Happiness... 2/15/2011
9824. Those Few Weeks... 2/12/2011
9825. Why Not Be Drunk For A While? 2/15/2011
9826. Truth As Quiet. 2/15/2011
9827. The Silence Of The Morning... 2/15/2011
9828. A Ponder... 2/15/2011
9829. At The Back Of The North Wind... 2/15/2011
9830. Compassion... 2/16/2011
9831. For Sam...On Self Love. 2/16/2011
9832. Hidden Disgust... 2/16/2011
9833. The Self.... 2/16/2011
9834. Nothing's Changed... 2/16/2011
9835. The Lust Scare.... 2/16/2011
9836. Sammy, The Nurse... 2/16/2011
9837. The Philippine Justice System... 2/16/2011
9838. We Love Them... 2/16/2011
9839. 11thousandth... 2/16/2011
9840. Rivera's Place... 2/17/2011
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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