RIC S. BASTASA


RIC S. BASTASA Poems

2081. Alunan 5 9/22/2008
2082. Vacant Space 9/22/2008
2083. Dropping By Your House This Morning 9/22/2008
2084. The Plow Of My Papa 9/22/2008
2085. War 9/23/2008
2086. Impotent 9/23/2008
2087. The Time Has Come 9/23/2008
2088. You Are Wrong 9/23/2008
2089. When Two Beards Converge 9/23/2008
2090. Is It Wierd? 9/23/2008
2091. 10: 43 P.M. My Country's Time 9/23/2008
2092. A Memory 9/22/2008
2093. When It Comes 9/22/2008
2094. Let Everything Good And Beautiful Come 9/22/2008
2095. Boredom, Some Words 9/22/2008
2096. I Think So. 9/23/2008
2097. Hello Again 9/23/2008
2098. Between Those Spoken And Unspoken 9/23/2008
2099. Death Toll 5,000,001 9/23/2008
2100. Notes From Her From A Distant Shore 9/23/2008
2101. In The World Of Achilles 9/24/2008
2102. Two Worlds 9/24/2008
2103. To A Friend 9/25/2008
2104. In Your Company 9/25/2008
2105. An Immortal Love? 9/25/2008
2106. What You Did Not Say 9/25/2008
2107. In The World Of Poetry 9/25/2008
2108. 13th Of February 9/25/2008
2109. Whether We Are Dogs Or Men 9/25/2008
2110. I Found My Niche 9/25/2008
2111. About The Winner 9/25/2008
2112. For Papa 9/25/2008
2113. For Mama 9/25/2008
2114. So You Like To See Things Upside Down? 9/27/2008
2115. You Know How To Mix The Oil And The Water 9/27/2008
2116. For The Buds That Bloom 9/27/2008
2117. Gratis Et Amore 9/27/2008
2118. The Jesuit Father 9/27/2008
2119. Teach Them How To Fish 9/27/2008
2120. Early Morning 9/27/2008
Best Poem of RIC S. BASTASA

' The Last Dance Of Your Life '

i



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

[Report Error]