RIC S. BASTASA


RIC S. BASTASA Poems

10241. Another Day 12/7/2008
10242. A Cat Sleeping On A Printer 12/7/2008
10243. A Broken Piece Of A Jalousy Window 12/7/2008
10244. My Wife's Birthday 12/7/2008
10245. A Cocky Morning 12/7/2008
10246. Last Night I Gaze Upon A Thousand Stars 12/7/2008
10247. Plain Cat 12/7/2008
10248. Father's Footsteps 12/12/2008
10249. Tell Me What Is It 12/12/2008
10250. Beyond Words Beyond Images 12/12/2008
10251. One Day More 12/12/2008
10252. Papa's Bitter Words 12/12/2008
10253. An Advice To A Problematic Student 12/12/2008
10254. From Where I Come From 12/12/2008
10255. Ryokan 12/12/2008
10256. Do Not Look For The Form 12/12/2008
10257. I Am Part Of The Burden 12/12/2008
10258. The Young Lovers 12/12/2008
10259. This Poetry, This Conversation 12/12/2008
10260. Whoever Brought Me Here 12/12/2008
10261. Be With People Who Are In Love 12/12/2008
10262. This Candle 12/12/2008
10263. I Go Out In The Open Field 12/13/2008
10264. She Gets In 12/13/2008
10265. The Empty Boat On A Very Low Tide 12/12/2008
10266. Originality 12/12/2008
10267. Just Being Alone 12/12/2008
10268. In The Deep Blue Grass 12/12/2008
10269. The Rhythm Of Ritsos 12/12/2008
10270. The Third One 12/12/2008
10271. Crowd 12/13/2008
10272. Piercing 12/13/2008
10273. Man With A Hat 12/13/2008
10274. By The River 12/13/2008
10275. Perfect 12/13/2008
10276. Swan Song 12/13/2008
10277. Take Me 12/13/2008
10278. Face Of The Night 12/13/2008
10279. Snow Storm 12/13/2008
10280. Heart Burn 12/13/2008
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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