RIC S. BASTASA


RIC S. BASTASA Poems

18081. Free And Yet So Painful 2/6/2015
18082. A Reflection For The Lenten Shows In The Village... 4/8/2012
18083. A Poem About Excitement To Something Huge And Spread Like Space 4/19/2012
18084. The Irony 4/23/2012
18085. About Us, Again For The Second Time 4/24/2012
18086. Betrayal Of A Friend 4/25/2012
18087. For Travel's Sake 5/17/2012
18088. The Goat Crossing The Moat 6/5/2012
18089. A Home For Me.... 6/6/2012
18090. So You Are Leaving? 6/21/2012
18091. The Unused Punctuations 7/27/2012
18092. The Camiguin Escapade.... 7/8/2012
18093. The Blank Wall Waits For You...You Must Decide What To Do With It... 8/2/2012
18094. Not Well Arranged Days Of Lore 7/21/2012
18095. The Camel Is A Wise Animal, Tita Lacambra Ayala 12/4/2012
18096. Because The Heart Has Always Its Own Reasons 12/25/2012
18097. Reflections On Good Friday Of Lent 3/29/2013
18098. Upon A Happy Mind 4/23/2013
18099. The Pharisees.... 6/12/2013
18100. An Experience With A Crazy Old Woman... 8/10/2011
18101. A Treatise On Light And Darkness 7/3/2011
18102. Monica... 8/13/2011
18103. A Poem For Impermanence... 7/2/2011
18104. Losing Oneself At The End.... 5/3/2011
18105. The Non-Conformist... 5/5/2011
18106. The Mother Per Fr. Orbos 5/8/2011
18107. About Bob 5/11/2011
18108. Realizing Reality... 5/15/2011
18109. The Good That You Do Unto Others.... 5/22/2011
18110. Honestly ... 4/21/2011
18111. This Afternoon's Experience 5/27/2011
18112. So Much Time... 2/16/2011
18113. Her Usual Patience... 2/14/2011
18114. The Window... 2/14/2011
18115. For Fugushima.... 3/15/2011
18116. Babbling.... 4/13/2011
18117. The Sexy Neighborhood... 3/31/2011
18118. The Lord God Has Given Me A Well-Trained Tongue, That I Might Know How To Speak To The Weary A Word That Will Rouse Them. 4/19/2011
18119. Ogenki De 4/15/2011
18120. A Metaphor For Lent 4/21/2011
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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