RIC S. BASTASA


RIC S. BASTASA Poems

11241. The Seduction Of The Married Man 10/19/2011
11242. We Like To Change Somehow 10/19/2011
11243. Liar, Liar... 10/19/2011
11244. Truth In Deathbed 10/19/2011
11245. A Rectangular Shape Of Words 10/19/2011
11246. Narcissistic Solitaire 10/19/2011
11247. Solitaries... 10/19/2011
11248. Two Distant Worlds 10/19/2011
11249. Notes About Grandpa 10/19/2011
11250. The Free Restless Spirit 10/19/2011
11251. That Unusual Search Of The 'In' Thing 10/19/2011
11252. The Indoor Poet Is Sick 10/19/2011
11253. The Ways Of The Heart 10/19/2011
11254. The Stages Of Marriage 10/19/2011
11255. Ripples 10/20/2011
11256. Choices After The Semester Ends 10/20/2011
11257. Twists 1 10/21/2011
11258. Twist 3 10/21/2011
11259. Twist 5 10/21/2011
11260. Twist 2 10/21/2011
11261. Twist 7 10/21/2011
11262. Twist 6 10/21/2011
11263. Twist 4 10/21/2011
11264. Fame 10/20/2011
11265. Social Chickens 10/20/2011
11266. Rambling 1 10/21/2011
11267. Twist 9 10/21/2011
11268. Unloved 10/21/2011
11269. Twist 8 10/21/2011
11270. The Constancy Of A Noble Purpose 10/21/2011
11271. Sui Generis 10/21/2011
11272. Twist 10 10/21/2011
11273. Restive 10/21/2011
11274. The Infinitesimal 10/21/2011
11275. Paradigm Shift 10/22/2011
11276. Choice For Today 10/22/2011
11277. Reality On Sunday Mass 10/22/2011
11278. The Usual Human Situation 10/22/2011
11279. The Littly Irony About Love 10/22/2011
11280. Two Options 10/22/2011
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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