RIC S. BASTASA


RIC S. BASTASA Poems

241. At This Hour, It Is The Deep Of The Night 4/12/2008
242. Because I Cannot Sleep Tonight 4/12/2008
243. The Poet And The Lonely Lady 4/12/2008
244. Learn 4/12/2008
245. You Must Be Dreaming Within A Dream 4/12/2008
246. Sol 4/12/2008
247. Who Am I? 4/12/2008
248. We Are Witnesses To View These Deeds 4/13/2008
249. It Is Very Funny Yuri 4/13/2008
250. But Even Ashes Are Cried Over, Sometimes Even For A Long Time 4/13/2008
251. Fizzle 4/13/2008
252. After The Work Is Done 4/13/2008
253. The Girls From Here To The Other Corners Of The World 4/13/2008
254. Beside Restful Waters He Leads Me; 4/13/2008
255. Even Though I Walk In The Dark Valley: A Pantoum 4/13/2008
256. When He Was Insulted, He Returned No Insult 4/13/2008
257. Overcoming A Writer's Block 4/14/2008
258. Kick Kick Kick 4/14/2008
259. Even On The Late Hour Of The Night 4/14/2008
260. If I Heave A Sigh, What Will I Do With What I Did Not Heave? 4/14/2008
261. Sitting, Waiting 4/14/2008
262. Compulsive 4/14/2008
263. The Cat And The Dog In The House Of Their Master 4/12/2008
264. Useless Words That Need Not Be Uttered 4/12/2008
265. Gordimer's Awareness 4/12/2008
266. She Had Too Much She Had Too Little 4/12/2008
267. Are You Like God, Breathing Life With Your Words? 4/13/2008
268. Now You, Too, Think I Am What My Poems Say. 4/13/2008
269. When God Created Us All, We Were Not Left Alone 4/13/2008
270. When I Wrote The Words I Love You I Miss You I Want You 4/14/2008
271. The Misplaced Poem Of Gluck 4/14/2008
272. About The Ash From Yuri N., She Writes It 4/14/2008
273. Your Eyes In That Picture Insist On Asking Why 4/14/2008
274. Ask Me 4/14/2008
275. A Poem By Louise Gluck, Now Rate It Zero, You Have Taste 4/14/2008
276. My Heart Is Yours But It Is Destined To Wander Far 4/15/2008
277. I Wish I Have A Mouth That Knows How To Speak My Love 4/15/2008
278. The New Light Has Come From On My Jalousie Windows 4/15/2008
279. Pretenses 4/15/2008
280. How Do You Go Away? 4/16/2008

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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 '

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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