RIC S. BASTASA


RIC S. BASTASA Poems

1. Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Moe 11/23/2007
2. Fiesta De La Vida 12/8/2007
3. Esotericism 2/24/2008
4. Fidelity 2/28/2008
5. Fiction 3/4/2008
6. Epistle 3/14/2008
7. Easter Scene 3/23/2008
8. About The Moon 3/31/2008
9. Curl 3/31/2008
10. When She Says Goodbye 3/31/2008
11. And Then We Shall Write The Truth 3/31/2008
12. A Simple Life 3/31/2008
13. I Will Be Speaking To You In My Own Voice 4/1/2008
14. 12 Midnight 4/1/2008
15. I Will Always Be Writing About You 4/1/2008
16. What Is Right Can Sometimes Be Wrong 4/1/2008
17. In A Crowd, In A Sea Of People 4/1/2008
18. The Veil That Covered Her Face 4/1/2008
19. I Will Always Be Here 4/1/2008
20. You Have Nowhere To Go 4/1/2008
21. Just A Piece 4/1/2008
22. Passion Of A Man 4/1/2008
23. A Dance In The Dark 4/1/2008
24. Seeing You Makes My Heart Burn And I Stop The World Revolving 4/1/2008
25. Knot 4/1/2008
26. Some Spaces Some Silences 4/1/2008
27. Song In B Flat By Christina Calcatelli 4/1/2008
28. Yann Tersen 4/1/2008
29. What Will You Do With Pain? 4/1/2008
30. Victoria, You Lose This Time 4/1/2008
31. Uncle John 4/1/2008
32. Little Green Turtle 4/1/2008
33. The Dressed Chicken 4/1/2008
34. And The Child Draws A World 4/1/2008
35. The Ritual Of Morning 4/1/2008
36. Luck 4/1/2008
37. Rise Up Lazarus 4/1/2008
38. For You To Know 4/1/2008
39. Night Murmurs 4/1/2008
40. Transformation 4/1/2008
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 ...

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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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