Tag: Ric Bastasa

To those who Followed the Summons of Poetry

Poetry by | January 12, 2014

They will see us
Gripping the Sands
Falling on our feet
We take them again
In our Cup-Hands
Put all the grains
of sands in a glass
and then slowly
we drink them and

They do not like
What they are seeing
and they shake their
Heads and Hide their
Hands in shame

We tell them wait
We are good people
We’ll show you the
Magic of our craft

We summon the
rain and it comes
We whistle the
wind and it hushes
We clap our hands
and the sun rises on

Our dimples
and then on our
heads above our
hairs the red
carnations begin
to grow.

We tell them
however
We are sorry
But this is just
temporary

In a few seconds
we become like
all of you again.

—
Ric Bastasa, is presently working as MTC Judge of Roxas, Zamboanga del Norte. He finished his BS Chemistry in Ateneo de Davao and Law in Andres Bonifacio College in Dipolog City.

11:12

Poetry by | July 28, 2013

inside our pockets
is the privacy of our own stones

outside our faces are the familiarities of
our traditions

when we party
we say the same words actually
we fear
other people’s anger
we cannot afford to disappoint the
visitors of our
common faith

the usual mess will be there
part of the party you know
sometimes we let go
we let loose what is too tight in our necks
we spit what is bitter outside the windows of our
tongues

there is always time for restraint in a few glasses of
alcohol
there is a time to make our mouths shut up
tying our tongues like ropes on
the railings of the house
of civility

personally i do not like this party where we turn into
decent fools
choosing the words
afraid of the truth
always fearing that we should have broken some rules
of engagement

most of the time we deny what our hearts are looking for
cold hands clasps another cold hands
empty heads bang with other empty heads
on hollow sounds of flattery

one time i left the room where the party was going on
it was 11:10 in the evening and it became too intolerable

i need to be alone in order to be free
i imagine you and i love this atonement
when you still do not mind
how i feel

i am complicating it with so much restraint
because even if i am now outside everybody
i still retain
the decency of what is right and wrong which i always
carry around.

—
Ric Bastasa, is presently working as MTC Judge of Roxas, Zamboanga del Norte. He finished his BS Chemistry in Ateneo de Davao and Law in Andres Bonifacio College in Dipolog City.

Tumong

Poetry by | July 25, 2010

ang mga bitoon
wala baya’y timon

ang bulan wala
say layag

apan kabalo
sila asa paingon

paspas ang pagtagbo
sa kagabhion

—-
Si Ric S. Bastasa usa ka huwes sa Dipolog City.

Panaw sa Ilalom sa Ulan sa Lawod nga Dagat

Poetry by | July 25, 2010

Panaw sa Ilalom sa Ulan sa Lawod nga Dagat
by Ric S. Bastasa

milabay ta sa mga batong
bungtod nga
opaw, sa sakayan nga
walay layag

wala nato damha ang
kusog nga ulan
pagkadagko sa lusok
nga nangahulog
sa aping sa dagat

apan mas dagko ang
sa imo

wa na ko mahikurat kabahin
anang mga mais
nga luha sa langit nga
gitisok sa
lapad nga dughan sa dagat

ang akong nahihumduman
mao lamang nga
init kaayo ang tambutso sa
baroto og duro nakong
hawid sa katig

—-
Si Ric S. Bastasa usa ka huwes sa Dipolog City.