RIC S. BASTASA


RIC S. BASTASA Poems

16601. Your Silence Does Not Drown Me 1/1/2009
16602. Your Simple Dream 2/12/2009
16603. Your Skin Melvin 9/12/2008
16604. Your Smile 12/21/2008
16605. Your Sorrow And My Sorrow 10/19/2008
16606. Your Stone 5/13/2013
16607. Your Story 5/6/2010
16608. Your Struggles And My Own 7/18/2008
16609. Your Stupidity And Gullibility 5/17/2011
16610. Your Thoughts 10/13/2009
16611. Your Three Words 6/23/2008
16612. Your Way Of Ignoring I Tell You Won'T Work 1/18/2009
16613. Your Window Is Open And You Gaze Into A World Abandoned 12/7/2014
16614. Your Words Are Here 9/12/2008
16615. You'Re Not The One 10/16/2013
16616. You'Re Right 7/2/2012
16617. You'Re So Hot 9/26/2010
16618. Yours Is Too Crude 3/6/2010
16619. Yulo.... 1/22/2011
16620. Yvette 5/6/2010
16621. Zahir 11/12/2009
16622. Zamboanga 9/11/2013
16623. Zanny On Top Of Her Hill 7/29/2014
16624. Zapped 8/29/2008
16625. Zen 9/5/2011
16626. Zen Going And Coming And Going 1/2/2012
16627. Zero % Cotton Life 8/21/2008
16628. Zero One Slash Seventeen Slash Zero Nine 1/18/2009
16629. Zeroing.... 1/13/2011
16630. Zipless 4/10/2009
16631. Zipless Reunion By Emma Z. 6/10/2010
16632. Zipped 8/29/2008
16633. Zipped Winners 4/4/2012
16634. Zopped 8/29/2008
16635. 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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