RIC S. BASTASA


RIC S. BASTASA Poems

81. 10 Mnutes More 9/12/2008
82. 10: 29 P.M. 5/2/2011
83. 10: 32≪≪≪≪≪≪≪≪≪≪ 3/28/2013
84. 10: 39≫≫≫≫≫≫ 3/28/2013
85. 10: 43 P.M. My Country's Time 9/23/2008
86. 10: 49 P.M. And Undefinite With What To Write 9/27/2011
87. 10: 56........ 3/28/2013
88. 100 2/16/2009
89. 101 2/16/2009
90. 102 2/16/2009
91. 103 2/16/2009
92. 104 2/16/2009
93. 105 2/16/2009
94. 106 2/16/2009
95. 107 2/16/2009
96. 108 2/16/2009
97. 109 2/16/2009
98. 11 4/30/2010
99. 11: 04 ≫≫≫≫≫≫≫≫≫≫≫≫≫ 3/28/2013
100. 11: 12 ≫≫≫≫≫≫≫≫≫≫≫ 3/28/2013
101. 11: 13 P.M. 7/14/2008
102. 11: 26 ≪≪≪≪≪≪≪≪≪≪≪≪≪≪≪≪≪ 3/28/2013
103. 11: 37 A.M. 9/10/2008
104. 11: 53 In The Evening 2/6/2009
105. 11: 59 Pm, Insomnia 102 12/10/2012
106. 110 2/16/2009
107. 111 2/16/2009
108. 112 2/16/2009
109. 113 2/16/2009
110. 11371 11/11/2013
111. 114 2/16/2009
112. 11432 11/7/2013
113. 115 2/16/2009
114. 116 2/16/2009
115. 117 2/16/2009
116. 118 2/16/2009
117. 119 2/16/2009
118. 11thousandth... 2/16/2011
119. 12 4/30/2010
120. 12 Midnight 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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Philosophy As A Poem

it was all philosophical
one side of it was clearly phenomenological
(which leans on the pedagogical)
and the old lonely people listened as though he was playing his violin
the music pierces their weary hearts and the silence seemingly
agrees that they all need to die,
'this is the exit' he points to an absurd door which looks like
a wing,
and when they get near the wing flaps like the seasons of the times.

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