1001. Griotte By Marjorie Evasco 6/3/2008
1002. Baked Oysters Rockefeller By Marjorie Evasco 6/3/2008
1003. I Begin Again 6/4/2008
1004. You Are Always Electrifying 6/4/2008
1005. The Love We Had Behind That Door One Sunday Afternoon 6/4/2008
1006. For Once The Poem Is Written, I Become Invisible Again 6/4/2008
1007. Blank, Numb, Floating 6/5/2008
1008. The Insomniac Is Alive 6/5/2008
1009. Niining Akong Sulat 6/5/2008
1010. Sa Lapyahan Sa Dagat 6/5/2008
1011. A Part Of The Big Family Tree 6/5/2008
1012. His Vision For His Place 6/5/2008
1013. Garden* 6/6/2008
1014. Porch * 6/6/2008
1015. Write, Write, Write 6/6/2008
1016. Marvin Brato Sr 6/6/2008
1017. Where Is She? Where Is She? 6/6/2008
1018. Finally The Bee Takes The Nectar Upon Itself 6/6/2008
1019. To Be A Writer 6/6/2008
1020. A Call From Jolo 6/6/2008
1021. A Kingfisher On A Dead Tree 6/7/2008
1022. Grandma 6/7/2008
1023. When You Begin To Speak With Your Heart 6/7/2008
1024. Giving Back 6/7/2008
1025. Stepping On The Stairs 6/7/2008
1026. You Have Travelled The Distant Places Of This World 6/7/2008
1027. What We Write Are On The Ground Still Alive 6/7/2008
1028. Outside Inside The Circle, Does It Really Matter? 6/8/2008
1029. You Want To Help Death Take You Earlier 6/8/2008
1030. The Answer 6/8/2008
1031. On A Conversation Like This 6/9/2008
1032. After A Nice Evening Of Poetry Reading 6/9/2008
1033. Soap 6/9/2008
1034. On Your Wedding Day 6/9/2008
1035. Just Qouting 6/9/2008
1036. Yes, My Poems Are Imaginary 6/9/2008
1037. The Love That You Can Offer To The Broken Woman 6/9/2008
1038. When We Are Left Alone In The House 6/8/2008
1039. You Bet On Another Day 6/8/2008
1040. I Still Have Fear Getting Out Of The Circle 6/8/2008
Best Poem of RIC S. BASTASA

' The Last Dance Of Your Life '


you don't really have to mind
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

a hope that poisons the mind instead
and makes
our recent stand rigid and

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 ...

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I Am So Sorry....

must have i forgotten
that you are in control of my life?

why did i doubt? Why did i not call
your name at the first instance?

my seas had been stormy
all my boats sank. The winds too strong
the houses are carried away.

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