RIC S. BASTASA


RIC S. BASTASA Poems

761. A Cave Where Dimness Thrives 9/3/2014
762. A Celebration 5/10/2010
763. A Certain Doubt 3/8/2009
764. A Certain Form Of Autism 11/14/2010
765. A Certain Gentleness In Departure 2/24/2009
766. A Certain Happening 8/12/2012
767. A Certain Loss 5/23/2010
768. A Certain Preference On Early Mornings... 3/20/2011
769. A Certain Quiet 5/6/2011
770. A Certain Redness 8/19/2008
771. A Certain Ripeness 5/29/2013
772. A Chair Is No Longer Just A Chair 1/6/2012
773. A Challenge For You.... 2/12/2012
774. A Challenge In The Dark 3/7/2012
775. A Challenge.... 3/26/2012
776. A Chance To Ask A Question 5/1/2010
777. A Change 2/1/2009
778. A Change Of Color 6/28/2008
779. A Change Of Color Of The Wind And The Sun 3/19/2009
780. A Change Of Plan.... 4/29/2012
781. A Change Of Priority 1/8/2010
782. A Chat Last Night 3/1/2010
783. A Chat Of Hope 12/6/2009
784. A Chat With A Friend Whose Name You Need Not Know 4/12/2008
785. A Chat With A Lady Lawyer Invisible On The Other Line 8/12/2008
786. A Checkpoint On Despair 7/5/2011
787. A Chemical Romance 4/20/2008
788. A Chicken's Life 3/6/2010
789. A Chick's Computation Of His Detention Inside The Eggshell 5/28/2010
790. A Child's Game 1/26/2010
791. A Choice 4/19/2008
792. A Choice For Life..... 12/10/2012
793. A Choice For Specifics.... 3/21/2012
794. A Choice For The Moment In Boracay 4/12/2013
795. A Choice Of What Shall I Be Later 9/16/2010
796. A Cicada Shell 4/6/2008
797. A Cigarillo 9/7/2011
798. A Circle Within 10/13/2012
799. A Circular Motion 4/27/2011
800. A Clear Day 4/25/2010
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 '

Finally

just like anything that you did in the past
you started like
a
gasoline spilled
on the cemented road
and a matchstick lighted
it and the fire ran
like a will o'wisp
but as usual it was

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