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Best Poems From
RIC S. BASTASA
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these three adjectives and a question
slow and tender
and then
everlasting
how can you
ever forget?
RIC S. BASTASA
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they too were dubbed as morons during their harsh times
reading the works of those who died
and risen from their commonality makes me
feel that i am
after all, an inferior if not a mediocre
clown juggling with my own kind of lousy choice of words
and priority of ideas,
i pause, i sigh, and has come to the brink of simply
perusing the tenets of chosen silence,
but i keep the faith, i am different, and i belong to my own age now
upon a style that they have not taken
upon a choice that is lighted by the torch of my own idiosyncrasies
i read some more, down to the last details, they too, were dubbed
as morons during their harsh times.
with this, i write another one, and since then
cannot stop.
RIC S. BASTASA
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3199.
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things better forgotten
Guilty was I,
With you, oh how my heart beat
Like a drum, with you, but
I was wrong, they will always
Say without doubt
I am wrong, I
Can never be
Right with this
They will judge us
Always with conviction
And I go the prison
Of my conscience
A thought of you
Is like a rusty bed
Squeaking to my
Humiliation but
It was something
I always remember
With a titillating
Armpit & sleepy eyes.
I lay there after
Wards with eyes
Looking beyond
My feet hung on
A rocking chair,
So sweet and yet
So guilt stricken &
There shall nothing
Be like this again.
When I see you, I
Begin to understand
My own limitations
I love you I always
Will love you, always.
That is threshold of
My ecstasy & the
Fence of what is
Mine & mine alone.
You are enough, you
Were so sweet but
Better be forgotten
Now, forever you
Pain me, you pain me.
RIC S. BASTASA
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3200.
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things happen even if you do not manipulate the edges
things happen
light burns
solids become soft after a time
you do not need to touch
anything
they have their own clocks
and alarms.
nature keeps its own
history, and makes things happen again
we cease
and so we do not notice the master plan
of the universe
those that survive
for whatever reason
understands.
they watch and how dry their mouths are
the amazement is gone.
RIC S. BASTASA
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