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Best Poems From
RIC S. BASTASA
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i have seen her
i couldn't believe
that what i saw was so abstract
i couldn't see a line delineating
reality from fantasy, not a bee
on that usual flower, there is no
house on the hill, no man on the
beach, not a woman on the train,
the rain is a mere syllable,
the clouds mere unseen air,
not so dramatic as a leaf
falling on a rocky ground,
it does not speak of drought
or a truck crumpling a dried
dung, there is no message what
soever that makes an old man
think about his passage to the
afterlife, there was no cat with
nine lives, no electric chair to
see a dead man walking, and yet
this is the point: it is so popular,
and takes the No.1.
something so fishy,
i decided to take my rod
and try my luck
for that slimy fraud.
RIC S. BASTASA
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7598.
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i have seen your picture with your daughters in kimono
i have seen a long time ago
you and your daughters in their colorfol kimonos
then there was this guitar that you play
and the english language that you teach
and the education you are giving them
there are other many people in this world
not just us,
we are not living inside walls and fences
there are other playgrounds out there
where you my children can
play
beyond colors beyond chinky eyes
are other possibilities with us
the firetrees here burn with loneliness
this summer
forgetting the color of your memories
Japan, the city of the sun
where you now live
has claimed the name of your soul
but i know
under the blooms of cherry blossoms
this spring your heart still beats for the fire trees here
you still love the scent of the champaca
miss the yellow ylang-ylang on the hill
and the dama de noche has more love stories
to tell for the dark nights
where fireflies still flicker
those that we have long forgotten
still exist
we shall meet somehow filled with stories those left untold
when we have busied ourselves
with what could have been so unnecessary
those that we see only after they have been taken away
and time shall sit in one corner of the garden's wooden benches
and ponder
was there something wrong with the past?
RIC S. BASTASA
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7599.
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i have taken your slice of bread
i have taken your slice of bread
from the table
it is for you
as i have already eaten mine
early
this morning
forgive me
i have learned
to eat more
and took
without so much
thinking
your share
the slice of bread
one half bigger
than mine
RIC S. BASTASA
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i have this big mirror in my living room
i have this big mirror in my living room
i guess you must have liked it
yesterday you bought one and true to its purpose
your living room like mine has become a wide space
more fantasies, more time seeping in, more ideas perhaps,
more rivers in the mind, more skies, more emptiness,
but let me not talk about it for now.
i like it to be broken. Let me tell you in my next poem.
RIC S. BASTASA
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