RIC S. BASTASA


RIC S. BASTASA Poems

13841. The Longings Of My Tongue 8/25/2013
13842. The Reunion In St. Vincent's High 8/10/2013
13843. Art Without Use 8/10/2013
13844. Those Dirty Minds 8/10/2013
13845. How You Can Still Be Light 8/10/2013
13846. The Lonely Cat By The Sofa 8/10/2013
13847. How Unlike I Am To All These Silence? 8/27/2013
13848. Much Water 8/28/2013
13849. We Begin To Really Know 8/28/2013
13850. Learn From The Ants 8/28/2013
13851. If Only My Cat Could Read 8/28/2013
13852. The Pink Pussycat 8/10/2013
13853. Art Of Forgetting 8/28/2013
13854. Wacky 8/7/2013
13855. Laughter Is Always Contagious 8/6/2013
13856. A Big Wall Between Privacy And Poetry 8/6/2013
13857. Our Souls Are Candles Of The Creator 8/6/2013
13858. Now I Remember What Happiness Is 8/6/2013
13859. A Note On Friendship 8/6/2013
13860. An Old Man In The Dark Room 8/4/2013
13861. The Man Named Miggy 8/4/2013
13862. In The Apple World 8/4/2013
13863. Beyond Words 8/4/2013
13864. We Had Lived And Died And Survived 8/30/2013
13865. A Fan And A Stick 8/30/2013
13866. Stopping 8/30/2013
13867. To Have Suffered Long Enough 8/30/2013
13868. You Become Like The Rest 8/30/2013
13869. Bitter Grape Is Real 8/30/2013
13870. Half-Woman Half-Fish 8/3/2013
13871. The Eye Of The Universe 8/3/2013
13872. Honestly 8/3/2013
13873. U & I (Updated) 8/3/2013
13874. A Date One Day In April 8/3/2013
13875. The Sad Bird Who Went Voluntarily Inside The Cage And Sang A Song 9/1/2013
13876. Just Pretend, Life Goes On And On 9/1/2013
13877. Notes From Sea View 9/1/2013
13878. The Stone Again 9/1/2013
13879. Cebu Blues #1 9/1/2013
13880. A Lemon Still. 9/3/2013
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 '

Look Antonia

well, antonia
it is a fact of life

the flowers and weeds
alike adore you like you
were the sun in the garden
of eden

the rivers look for you
the mountains like your coming
and leaving

but look antonia
you are still a nobody
you are not the sun

you are still you
and no one knows you here

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