RIC S. BASTASA


RIC S. BASTASA Poems

1201. And Now.... 6/23/2008
1202. Your Three Words 6/23/2008
1203. Sisyphus My Friend 6/23/2008
1204. When You Go Away 6/23/2008
1205. Ok, Fine, Whatever 6/23/2008
1206. Days Slip 6/23/2008
1207. A New Life 6/23/2008
1208. Logout 6/23/2008
1209. Waltz 6/23/2008
1210. A Narrative Of The War 6/23/2008
1211. She Hates Monologues 6/23/2008
1212. This Game 6/24/2008
1213. Now You Begin To See The Colors Of My Painting In Words 6/24/2008
1214. A Letter From A Friend 6/24/2008
1215. At A Certain Point In Your Life 6/24/2008
1216. It Is This Pain 6/24/2008
1217. He Writes His Name In Bold Letters 6/24/2008
1218. Nothing Left 6/24/2008
1219. Terms Of Endearment 6/25/2008
1220. Attention! 6/25/2008
1221. A Pebble In My Shoe 6/25/2008
1222. My Despair 6/26/2008
1223. Sweetheart 6/26/2008
1224. His Calm And Silence 6/23/2008
1225. Love That Won'T Last 6/23/2008
1226. On The Last Minute That You Boarded The Plane 6/23/2008
1227. Maybe Tomorrow 6/23/2008
1228. I See You Entering Buddha's Gate 6/23/2008
1229. Why Not Eat With Gusto An Unbuttered Bread? 6/23/2008
1230. A Happy Birthday Surrounded By Percents 6/23/2008
1231. Why Do You Post A Poem Posted Days Ago? 6/23/2008
1232. When I Die (A Deadball Poem) 6/23/2008
1233. My Question For You 6/26/2008
1234. In Life 6/26/2008
1235. Floater 6/26/2008
1236. What You Should Be? 6/26/2008
1237. A Transfer Of Assurances 6/26/2008
1238. In Simplest Terms This I Can Say 6/27/2008
1239. As I Work With My Words As Medium 6/27/2008
1240. Poquita 6/27/2008

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' 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 ...

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Finally

just like anything that you did in the past
you started like
a
gasoline spilled
on the cemented road
and a matchstick lighted
it and the fire ran
like a will o'wisp
but as usual it was

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