RIC S. BASTASA


RIC S. BASTASA Poems

12161. Ear Plug World 3/22/2012
12162. Notes Before Going... 3/23/2012
12163. An Exhortation On Some Lines.... 3/23/2012
12164. I Am Not Alone.... 3/23/2012
12165. I Can Be The Other Possibilities.... 3/23/2012
12166. My Young Brother Sang A Song 3/23/2012
12167. Entering The Door For The Final Exit 3/23/2012
12168. Melting With The Shadows Of The Trees 3/23/2012
12169. Time Passes So Swiftly 3/23/2012
12170. Home Is Myself 3/24/2012
12171. Living Life 3/24/2012
12172. There Is Always Hope, Mind You 3/23/2012
12173. My Own Emptiness 3/23/2012
12174. Darkness And Light Playing Upon Us 3/23/2012
12175. The Childless And The Anonymous.... 3/25/2012
12176. That Sense Of Outrage.... 3/25/2012
12177. My Place Is Still The Same... 3/25/2012
12178. The White Lady In The Dark And Narrow Room.... 3/25/2012
12179. So Trivial...A Promise 3/25/2012
12180. For The Greedy Old Lady 3/25/2012
12181. The Ruins Of Your Facades 3/26/2012
12182. The Woman With A Cat In Her House 3/26/2012
12183. An Epitaph Of The Once Renaissance Man... 3/26/2012
12184. To Become A Part In The Harmony Of The Whole 3/26/2012
12185. A Challenge.... 3/26/2012
12186. Sucker 3/26/2012
12187. Self-Talk Is A Prayer..... 3/26/2012
12188. You Are Old Now.... 3/26/2012
12189. Soft Cotton In My Heart 3/26/2012
12190. Because The World Has Not Given A Chance 3/26/2012
12191. At The Surface Of These All..... 3/26/2012
12192. What This Poetry Is Trying To Achieve 3/26/2012
12193. For M 3/26/2012
12194. That Kindness Before Death.... 3/28/2012
12195. The Scene In Black And White 3/28/2012
12196. It Was Not The Beginning Of Pain 3/28/2012
12197. I Do Not Want To Be Lost In The Crowd Of Tongues In Cheeks 3/28/2012
12198. Confessing Again... 3/28/2012
12199. Plain Description... 3/28/2012
12200. The Song Is Not Sad.... 3/28/2012
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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