RIC S. BASTASA


RIC S. BASTASA Poems

16481. Your Silence Does Not Drown Me 1/1/2009
16482. Your Simple Dream 2/12/2009
16483. Your Skin Melvin 9/12/2008
16484. Your Smile 12/21/2008
16485. Your Sorrow And My Sorrow 10/19/2008
16486. Your Stone 5/13/2013
16487. Your Story 5/6/2010
16488. Your Struggles And My Own 7/18/2008
16489. Your Stupidity And Gullibility 5/17/2011
16490. Your Thoughts 10/13/2009
16491. Your Three Words 6/23/2008
16492. Your Way Of Ignoring I Tell You Won'T Work 1/18/2009
16493. Your Window Is Open And You Gaze Into A World Abandoned 12/7/2014
16494. Your Words Are Here 9/12/2008
16495. You'Re Not The One 10/16/2013
16496. You'Re Right 7/2/2012
16497. You'Re So Hot 9/26/2010
16498. Yours Is Too Crude 3/6/2010
16499. Yulo.... 1/22/2011
16500. Yvette 5/6/2010
16501. Zahir 11/12/2009
16502. Zamboanga 9/11/2013
16503. Zanny On Top Of Her Hill 7/29/2014
16504. Zapped 8/29/2008
16505. Zen 9/5/2011
16506. Zen Going And Coming And Going 1/2/2012
16507. Zero % Cotton Life 8/21/2008
16508. Zero One Slash Seventeen Slash Zero Nine 1/18/2009
16509. Zeroing.... 1/13/2011
16510. Zipless 4/10/2009
16511. Zipless Reunion By Emma Z. 6/10/2010
16512. Zipped 8/29/2008
16513. Zipped Winners 4/4/2012
16514. Zopped 8/29/2008
16515. Zorro's Face 5/3/2009
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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