RIC S. BASTASA


RIC S. BASTASA Poems

14321. The Marsh And The Moon And Myself 2/7/2014
14322. My Ears Are Getting To Be Leaves 2/7/2014
14323. Was It For The Love Of The Flame? 2/7/2014
14324. There Is Always Something To Write About 2/10/2014
14325. A Note For You My Dearest 2/12/2014
14326. At The Valentine's Cafe 2/12/2014
14327. What Happens Instead Is That We Remember 2/12/2014
14328. It Is Still Too Comforting 2/12/2014
14329. The Riddle Of The Hand 2/12/2014
14330. A Memorable Strawberry 2/12/2014
14331. Fathered By Stone 2/12/2014
14332. There Is No Moving Out Nowhere 2/12/2014
14333. A Thought About A Communion 2/17/2014
14334. We Always Care About You 2/17/2014
14335. Your Right To Choose.... 2/17/2014
14336. They Are The Anonymous 2/17/2014
14337. Just For Fun........ 2/17/2014
14338. The Language Of Light 2/18/2014
14339. Poetry In Fibonacci Sequence 2/18/2014
14340. Back To The Words.... 2/18/2014
14341. When Solitude Stumbles.... 2/18/2014
14342. They Begin To Put Up Portraits 2/18/2014
14343. To Fold And Keep 2/1/2014
14344. Murdering Poetry 2/1/2014
14345. The Collaterals 2/1/2014
14346. Clumsily 2/1/2014
14347. Just To Be Like Everybody 1/13/2014
14348. To The Woman Who Slept At The Library Studying Law 1/22/2014
14349. What Is Poetry For Me? 2/5/2014
14350. In Silence We Do Jibe 2/5/2014
14351. How Cold Was It? 2/7/2014
14352. Pensee' 2/10/2014
14353. Slashed 2/10/2014
14354. A Proposal 2/20/2014
14355. I Think, .......... 2/20/2014
14356. Shutting You Out Of My Life 3/3/2014
14357. Guns And Thorns 3/3/2014
14358. The Dog Who Had No More Master..... 3/10/2014
14359. For As Long..... 3/10/2014
14360. The Numbness Of Being 3/10/2014
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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