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Best Poems From
RIC S. BASTASA
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someday i may leave you
there will be a time of reckoning
and someday i will have the will to leave
everything like the leaves heaping at the side
of my door, and i will slowly take my
sighs away from the wind beside my window.
do not leave the door half open
for some changes my senses will have no time
for doubts. When i leave, i leave and even if
the monsters and storms in my open sea
shall become unbeatable,
i shall prefer my own sinking
to the deepest part of the ocean
my decent burial grounds.
RIC S. BASTASA
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10638.
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Someday I will write a poem of tears for you
Our love story was a little bit tragic
Starting with youthful laughter & joys
Some quarrels and disappointments
For a while
On love that never knew whether it ended
When and where
You ask me if I also shed some tears
I did not answer I was gone for good
I have only tears since then
In my eyes
You had tears for a while but then
You have learned to laugh again
Somewhere
Someday I will write you a poem
Where all the words will all be tears
Where the poet has not known
Laughter, or joy ever again.
Because In truth
My years are counted by drops of tears.
RIC S. BASTASA
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10639.
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Somehow, Somehow
somehow i feel
cheated
like how fathers
should have
been a gentle hand
to their
sons
somehow i feel
too small to face the
door of the world
and the houses that i
see when
i go in
are too huge for
my
body
somehow i feel that
i cannot
reach the ceiling even if
i have to
use the family
ladder
to touch what
a cellar is
and feel
its
roughness
i have seen the worst
of people
and so i have nothing
but mistrust
and love has become too
nil
to touch and
then
make a belief about
its
soundness and
fragility
I'd like to change
like the way the heat of the sun
surrenders to
the mildness of
an afternoon light
and then bravely
shall i give in to coldness
where i see no one
trying
to love me again
like a
fallen nut
it will be dark and then
i would be
sleepy
and by then perhaps i
can forget
what unkindness was
and how it twisted
my views against the
world
I'd like to see beauty
in tomorrow's morning
perhaps i like getting old
and then
have this fading memory
so i can
start anew: innocent and
smiling again
like the way it was
when i
was once my
mother's child.
RIC S. BASTASA
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10640.
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someone greater than us
we raise hopes we make dreams we weave stories
we, who were long loveless
we draw fairies, we paint sunrises, we sketch daffodils
in those frosty days, all these warmth sustain us
until this day, we strive to fill this empty cup
when someone greater than us could have filled it with ease.
RIC S. BASTASA
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