RIC S. BASTASA


RIC S. BASTASA Poems

1241. The Use Of The Word 'And' 6/29/2008
1242. A Dadada Poem 6/29/2008
1243. What My Mama Utters In Her Deathbed 6/29/2008
1244. A Verdict Of Guilt 6/29/2008
1245. The Modern Critic 6/29/2008
1246. Storms Just Come And Go 6/29/2008
1247. Sunshine Friends 6/29/2008
1248. You Are My Little Flower 6/29/2008
1249. There Is 6/29/2008
1250. Submit A New Poem 6/29/2008
1251. The Promise Is Clear 7/2/2008
1252. Inside That Big Space 7/2/2008
1253. The Fast Ferry 7/2/2008
1254. Cosmopolitan Stink 7/2/2008
1255. Can'T Stop Loving You 7/2/2008
1256. Ennui 7/2/2008
1257. Sensual Night With Sense 7/2/2008
1258. The Comfort 7/2/2008
1259. The Little Cycle Of The Flower And The Caterpillar 7/2/2008
1260. You Are Here 7/2/2008
1261. The Inability To Tell The Truth 6/27/2008
1262. To Gather Moss And More Of Moss 6/27/2008
1263. Stone 6/27/2008
1264. Seed 6/27/2008
1265. Now That The Storm Is Gone 6/27/2008
1266. The Point That You Are Driving At 6/28/2008
1267. Cut & Paste 6/28/2008
1268. A Change Of Color 6/28/2008
1269. Pssssssssssssssst 6/28/2008
1270. What Now Little Bird? 7/2/2008
1271. This Is Just An Exercise 7/2/2008
1272. There Are Some Questions 7/2/2008
1273. Her Letter Dated July 1,2008, To Me, It Is Poem By Itself 7/2/2008
1274. Her Father-In-Law 7/2/2008
1275. My Answer To Her Letter 7/2/2008
1276. Remembering A Summer Fling 7/2/2008
1277. A Love Forbidden 7/2/2008
1278. I Think I Know What Your Dessert For Lunch Is 7/2/2008
1279. A La Sappho 7/3/2008
1280. Mine Is Annabelle 7/3/2008

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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 '

The Lonely Traveler....

time is a swift flyer
and with claws, less feathers
i am sleepless, and then i am
lulled to sleep.

when i wake up that night
everyone is gone away.

the table cloth lies on the floor
dishes remain unwashed on the sink.

a cigarette butt and some ash
the lonely smoke dissolves in the sky.

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