RIC S. BASTASA


RIC S. BASTASA Poems

15401. Word Play 5/14/2010
15402. Beating Around The Bush 5/14/2010
15403. Mistaken For A Need Of Affection 5/14/2010
15404. Reuniting With A Friend 5/14/2010
15405. Bald, Pale, Short 5/14/2010
15406. Knife And Wings 5/14/2010
15407. Everytime I Look At You 5/14/2010
15408. Weekend To Remember 5/14/2010
15409. Stewardship 5/15/2010
15410. Cryptic 5/15/2010
15411. A Neighbor 5/15/2010
15412. Realities Of Our Lives 5/15/2010
15413. About A Lady 5/15/2010
15414. Undressing 5/15/2010
15415. In His Mind 5/15/2010
15416. Father 5/15/2010
15417. Those That Say No 5/15/2010
15418. Experienced 5/15/2010
15419. The Vase 5/15/2010
15420. The Dog 5/16/2010
15421. Unnecessary Complication 5/16/2010
15422. Same 5/16/2010
15423. Access 5/16/2010
15424. Roaming 5/16/2010
15425. Rambling 5/16/2010
15426. So You'Re Here 5/16/2010
15427. Popping Out 5/16/2010
15428. Cryptic Critic 5/16/2010
15429. Bonding 5/16/2010
15430. Arriving Home 5/16/2010
15431. From The Notes Of A Friend 5/16/2010
15432. Notes About Abel From A Sexually Deprived Religious Woman 5/16/2010
15433. His Intro To His Blog 5/16/2010
15434. A Dream In Atlantis 5/16/2010
15435. Opression 5/17/2010
15436. Termination 5/17/2010
15437. At The End 5/17/2010
15438. Your Last Picture 5/17/2010
15439. Holding The Lamp 5/17/2010
15440. Vertebral 5/17/2010

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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 ...

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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