RIC S. BASTASA


RIC S. BASTASA Poems

16401. A Poetry Of Smell 9/11/2010
16402. Something That Slips Away 9/11/2010
16403. Poem On A Sunday #1 9/11/2010
16404. On The Pot Of Hypocrisy 9/11/2010
16405. Remembering An Old Friend 9/11/2010
16406. The Power Of Repetitions 9/12/2010
16407. Our Two Souls 8/15/2010
16408. Between A Party And Poetry 8/15/2010
16409. When You Move Into A Place 8/15/2010
16410. Yes What About Jojo? 8/17/2010
16411. After Another Legal Writing 8/17/2010
16412. Sketchy Ideas Of A Would-Be Dead Philosopher 8/17/2010
16413. The Old Man Beside A Huge Tree 8/17/2010
16414. The State Of Non-Meaning 8/19/2010
16415. The Way The Look For The Words 8/19/2010
16416. The Role Of A Metaphor 8/19/2010
16417. An Experimental Love 8/19/2010
16418. Trimming The Distance Of A Sigh 9/12/2010
16419. Ambition And The Caterpillar 9/12/2010
16420. Evasive 9/12/2010
16421. Evasive (Edited For One Letter Only) 9/12/2010
16422. It Is Hard To Say The Words That Admit Of Weakness 9/12/2010
16423. Numbness: Spiritual Dryness 9/13/2010
16424. Early Christmas Songs 9/13/2010
16425. Destiny And The Impossible 9/14/2010
16426. The Hardheaded Young Poet 9/14/2010
16427. To Soar Again 9/14/2010
16428. The Secrets That You Keep 9/14/2010
16429. The Promise Of The Past 9/15/2010
16430. One Last Wish 9/15/2010
16431. One Last Question 9/15/2010
16432. Clipped Wings 9/15/2010
16433. The Tryst 9/15/2010
16434. My Hands Must Be Magical 9/15/2010
16435. What Do I Want From You? 9/15/2010
16436. Relearning 9/15/2010
16437. Imati Ili Biti? 9/15/2010
16438. .ja Sam Tek Danas Ovo Otvorila 9/15/2010
16439. True Love? Is There A Need? 9/15/2010
16440. Intimacies Of The Nights 9/13/2010
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 '

Human Nature.....

and now i remember you
dear scorpion, you, who wanted
to cross the river, but you have
no fins, only that sting,
and you ask the frog to help you,
but the frog made you promise
not to bite along the way, lest
both of you shall drown and die.

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