RIC S. BASTASA


RIC S. BASTASA Poems

16641. Your Sorrow And My Sorrow 10/19/2008
16642. Your Stone 5/13/2013
16643. Your Story 5/6/2010
16644. Your Struggles And My Own 7/18/2008
16645. Your Stupidity And Gullibility 5/17/2011
16646. Your Thoughts 10/13/2009
16647. Your Three Words 6/23/2008
16648. Your Way Of Ignoring I Tell You Won'T Work 1/18/2009
16649. Your Window Is Open And You Gaze Into A World Abandoned 12/7/2014
16650. Your Words Are Here 9/12/2008
16651. You'Re Not The One 10/16/2013
16652. You'Re Right 7/2/2012
16653. You'Re So Hot 9/26/2010
16654. Yours Is Too Crude 3/6/2010
16655. Yulo.... 1/22/2011
16656. Yvette 5/6/2010
16657. Zahir 11/12/2009
16658. Zamboanga 9/11/2013
16659. Zanny On Top Of Her Hill 7/29/2014
16660. Zapped 8/29/2008
16661. Zen 9/5/2011
16662. Zen Going And Coming And Going 1/2/2012
16663. Zero % Cotton Life 8/21/2008
16664. Zero One Slash Seventeen Slash Zero Nine 1/18/2009
16665. Zeroing.... 1/13/2011
16666. Zipless 4/10/2009
16667. Zipless Reunion By Emma Z. 6/10/2010
16668. Zipped 8/29/2008
16669. Zipped Winners 4/4/2012
16670. Zopped 8/29/2008
16671. 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 ...

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The Unpoetic Stage

when you have become too busy
reading between the lines of other people's truth and lies
you become unpoetic,
you do not see how enticing the world becomes
you are preoccupied extracting which is real and which is not.

truth is unpoetic. It is bland. It has no friends.
It is blinded and how it sees is a matter of logic.
the eyes become useless. It is the mind. It is the numbers

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