RIC S. BASTASA


RIC S. BASTASA Poems

10281. Chopsticks 12/13/2008
10282. A Concoction 12/13/2008
10283. Yard Setting 12/13/2008
10284. Colors 12/13/2008
10285. Borrowers 12/13/2008
10286. Man With A Hat 12/13/2008
10287. By The River 12/13/2008
10288. Perfect 12/13/2008
10289. Swan Song 12/13/2008
10290. Take Me 12/13/2008
10291. Face Of The Night 12/13/2008
10292. Snow Storm 12/13/2008
10293. Heart Burn 12/13/2008
10294. Gift 12/13/2008
10295. Walky Talky 12/13/2008
10296. On Relishing Small Pleasures 12/14/2008
10297. Quiet 12/14/2008
10298. The Sound Of My Silence 12/14/2008
10299. Our Loneliness Talks To Us In Images 12/14/2008
10300. True Love 12/14/2008
10301. For Lack Of Words 12/15/2008
10302. Automation 12/15/2008
10303. Snow 12/15/2008
10304. Dinner 12/15/2008
10305. Go Girl 12/15/2008
10306. To Be Free 12/15/2008
10307. My Heart 12/15/2008
10308. Pains 12/15/2008
10309. Soon 12/15/2008
10310. Loneliness Is Like Cancer 12/15/2008
10311. Refraction 12/16/2008
10312. A Straw On A Glass Of Water 12/16/2008
10313. And 12/16/2008
10314. Expand Time: Rarefaction 12/16/2008
10315. Life 12/13/2008
10316. At Your Party 12/13/2008
10317. Devotion 12/14/2008
10318. I Never Thought 12/14/2008
10319. My Life 12/14/2008
10320. The Moon And The Window 12/14/2008
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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