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?par RIC S. Bastasa

do not believe what your friend says, think

Are you my friend? .............
Messenger of good and evil?
Hmmm, ????Let me think
You are stepping on my feet.



RIC S. BASTASA

Autres poésies de RIC S. Bastasa

catching your flying kiss

?par RIC S. Bastasa, publié le lun. 16/01/2012 à 21:46

what i catch today is a
flying kiss
like a white butterfly
departing from your
rose lips
now hovering to mine

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189

?par RIC S. Bastasa, publié le lun. 16/01/2012 à 06:13

A dead dog long buried
And yet-
Some yelps are still heard
Near the doormat
Even without a bee
Stinging
or anybody coming

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a friend from Utah

?par RIC S. Bastasa, publié le ven. 13/01/2012 à 08:27

she finally finds her way in Utah
watching the sunset there on a desert

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12: 13

?par RIC S. Bastasa, publié le jeu. 12/01/2012 à 09:15

the last drop,
the tongue crawls and licks
the reddish mound
living its life to the
last drop, deliciously
taking in

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in search of metaphors and images to express yourself in a poem

?par RIC S. Bastasa, publié le dim. 08/01/2012 à 02:18

it is the expression that matters most.
it is the relational flow from the writer to the reader

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my mind was full of ideas this morning

?par RIC S. Bastasa, publié le jeu. 05/01/2012 à 14:54

my mind is full of ideas this morning
while i amwalking alone
on the grassy path of this mountainside

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