RIC S. BASTASA


RIC S. BASTASA Poems

17841. Antigone And Myself 10/9/2012
17842. The Beautiful Creases 9/18/2012
17843. My Art My Love 9/5/2012
17844. The Breaking Of The Dam 9/2/2012
17845. Little White Dainty Daisy Opening Upon Such An Early Morning 9/2/2012
17846. It Won'T Be Long... 8/12/2012
17847. Talking Upon One's Self Upon A Resolution Of A Conflict 7/31/2012
17848. The Inability... 7/14/2012
17849. What Has Been Missing? 7/12/2012
17850. Creativity And Illusions... 7/8/2012
17851. Strolling On The Memory Lane 6/23/2012
17852. The Fierceness Of Memories... 6/14/2012
17853. Just As It Is... 6/10/2012
17854. The Lostness Of All Of Us 3/26/2012
17855. To The Oppressor... 5/18/2012
17856. In My Own Chosen Solitude.... 7/7/2012
17857. The Political Law Class 6/23/2012
17858. In Bora 6/14/2012
17859. A Disposition.... 6/9/2012
17860. Home Of The Broken Heart 5/22/2012
17861. Two Different Worlds, Spinning, Spinning Not Colliding. 5/19/2012
17862. A Message For The Mourning Beloved... 5/18/2012
17863. Learning To Love All The Mess 5/17/2012
17864. Emotions And Money 5/12/2012
17865. I Am Real, You Can Touch Me. 5/13/2012
17866. When All The Illusions Are Gone 4/19/2012
17867. My Happy Heart 5/11/2012
17868. Gagged 5/1/2012
17869. Hot, Hot, Hot 4/19/2012
17870. Despair Is A Bad Joke.... 4/10/2012
17871. Because You Do Not Know How To Say Yes.... 4/8/2012
17872. I Do Not Run Away From Gried..... 4/9/2012
17873. The Brown And The Blue... 4/4/2012
17874. My Pandora's Box Will Be Your Own Destruction.... 4/7/2012
17875. The Questions In My Mind.... 4/4/2012
17876. Coconut Grove 3/31/2012
17877. A Poem For Someone Out There 3/22/2012
17878. Perhaps I Am Just Tired 3/21/2012
17879. A Note About Sunset.... 2/16/2012
17880. The Commercial Horse In The Crowded City... 1/8/2012

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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 '

And Ants........

the quest for nothing is almost over.
the use of words as ships of your journey.
the probing mind of the wind to all the alleys.
what have you become instead? winds for all directions.
boats of illusions. words have become your master and
you are their slaves, until you wake up from this
long night sleep. Time brings you back
to the land of your birth.
There are no words here.

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