RIC S. BASTASA


RIC S. BASTASA Poems

11961. The Finder Of The Exit 2/17/2012
11962. Shall We Return To The Place Where We First Met? 2/17/2012
11963. To A Reverberating Sound 2/18/2012
11964. Beauty And Pain 2/18/2012
11965. Hierarchy 2/17/2012
11966. Roots And Tendrils Of Our Existence 2/17/2012
11967. Back To Nature.... 2/19/2012
11968. Poetic Justice 2/19/2012
11969. Mutuality In Kindness... 2/19/2012
11970. The Allegory Of Good And Evil 2/19/2012
11971. Because God Is There... 2/19/2012
11972. Compassion 2 2/19/2012
11973. In My Own Choice Of Peace... 2/19/2012
11974. Invoking The Simple Symbols To Understand Some Complexities Of Our Lives... 2/19/2012
11975. To My Silent Sufferer.... 2/19/2012
11976. What Love Have You Offered To Give To The World? 2/19/2012
11977. Lost Father... 2/19/2012
11978. Those Pigeons Inside My Box... 2/19/2012
11979. I Can'T Wait For You... 2/19/2012
11980. Fishyt Fishly Love Affair... 2/19/2012
11981. Steam Bath Thoughts 2/26/2012
11982. Typically Filipino 2/26/2012
11983. For Arj 2/26/2012
11984. A.K.A. Mario 2/26/2012
11985. A Need For A New House....Or Home... 2/26/2012
11986. What Meaning? 2/27/2012
11987. The White Bird In My Hand 2/28/2012
11988. Reflecting Upon A Series Of Experiences For This Day..... 2/28/2012
11989. To A Friend Who Had A Free Lunch With Me... 2/28/2012
11990. Morning Mumblings..... 2/28/2012
11991. Linking Upon Those Words Unnecessarily.... 2/28/2012
11992. That Stage Of Denial.... 2/28/2012
11993. The Kiss The Tongue And The Twitting Bird.... 2/28/2012
11994. Procrastination At 6 A.M. 2/28/2012
11995. Remembering A Memory Under The Moon 2/29/2012
11996. The Ripe Sound Of The Gecko.... 3/1/2012
11997. That New Sound Of Silence... 3/1/2012
11998. The Need For Emptiness 3/1/2012
11999. A Misunderstanding 3/1/2012
12000. At Home With Emptiness 3/1/2012
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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