A Real Man
A gentleman says:
May I meet you?
May I come?
May I help you?
A good man says:
I’ll meet you.
I’ll come.
I’ll help you.
A real man says:
I am coming!
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 25th of December,2011
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Elsa And Joan
Elsa and Joan were truthful girls,
But just for fun they lied only once - on their day of birth.
On the 6th of April someone asked them:
When is your birthday?
Elsa used to say: It was yesterday.
Joan used to say: It will be tomorrow.
I will meet my dearest fellow.
The next day they were asked the same question.
And…the answer was just the same.
I don’t want anyone to blame.
But…. what is your suggestion?
When were they born?
Here I would like everyone to warn:
Getting the wrong answer
I will know for sure that….
You are a romancer.
If your answer is right
I will know that you like to fight,
You are very good in logic,
And… are very found to risk.
Your character is Nordic,
You are not psychic
And ….like to relax
And… have a beautiful sex.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 27th of December,2011
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I Won't Tarry, I Won't Marry
I won’t tarry,
I won’t marry,
I won’t complain,
Though the pain will remain.
I won’t ask: Please, take care of me!
Though the fear is inside me.
I will stay alone,
I will live on my own.
Writing poems will be my treatment,
With them I’ll find an agreement.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 11th of November,2011
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My Funny Money
Money are so naughty and cunning,
They behave just stunning.
I go out – they follow me,
I come back – they harrow me.
They don’t want to come back home,
They would like a bit more to roam.
They sometimes don't want to go home with me at all.
They would like a bit more to stroll.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 2nd of October,2011
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From the Dating Site
I am tall one when on the hills.
Kind one if he my life fulfils.
Would like some battles with him., , , but…
Only in case if he doesn't destroy my skills.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 13th of February,2012
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Two souls
Everyone is many sided personality
and it doesn't depend on your mentality
if you want to meet another soul
so that to be together as a whole;
with your characters, deeds and actions
together come to a certain perfection
like diamonds polishing each other,
like diamonds sparkling together
reverberate in each others soul,
live together playing one role.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
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Do You Believe Me?
Do you believe me?
I do.
Give me your hand, we’ll fly.
I’ll help you, I do not lie.
Wait! We are not in a hurry!
And… I am afraid.
Don’t worry! I am your aide.
I am scared. Hold me tight
And never let me go!
I’ll be forever with you,
You have to know.
Do you love me?
Be honest!
I do. I am the maddest
And would like to tell you the truth:
From my very early youth
I was afraid to fly.
May be because I was too shy?
But you inspire confidence in me.
Now I can see,
Together we can do anything.
I love you too and it’s true.
Now look! I am flying.
With the birds I am vying.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 11th of September,2011
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Virtual Life
Virtual life is a strange thing,
Something certainly abbreviating.
Despite the fact it's electronic
It's still a real one and sonic.
The same passion, love and vices,
The same problems, the same prices.
It's easier here to communicate,
It's harder here to offend and hate
It's possible to find love here
But virtual love brings real tears.
It's possible to look much younger
And no one will see your hunger.
Appearance depends on imagination,
Love to Photoshop without hesitation.
The inner world is more noticeable
The outer world is just agreeable.
Lies and deception are more here, of course
As virtual life has more sources.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 11th of April,2011
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Othello
Theatre is not his passion,
but once a year
As for a good lesson
he takes his wife to listen to “Othello”,
To see that jealous fellow,
for her to know –
husband can be strict
and makes his own verdict.
Larisa R Odessa, Ukraine)
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I was always sure....
I was always sure that….
Tomorrow will come.
I’ve heard it from my mum.
That was in old days.
Today those bright rays
Happened to be in a haze.
Today I am a little bit confused.
My childish insurance is reduced.
I am not sure in tomorrow.
I thank God if it doesn’t bring me sorrow.
I’ve stopped looking for the truth.
What’s the use?
All around is only leis,
I can’t find any compromise.
Who can tell me how to live?
Who can tell me whom to believe?
I came to the conclusion and….
I think I am not an exclusion,
In this mad and crazy world.
This confusion hurled an invocation
To the reality of modern life:
Be happy! Do not strive!
I would love to live, to survive
I can see now: There is no use to dive as
You will not find anything on the bottom,
Only mud and silt,
You won’t find any balsam,
But only a feeling of a gilt.
Which was built today, but …not for tomorrow,
In absolutely different way.
The church bells are ringing, it’s good.
But…I am not singing, as …I am not understood.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 20th of December,2011
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Believe In Your Star
Live…Breathe…Believe in your star…
It is with you wherever you are,
It never leaves you for a moment,
The saint light is in its current.
In storms it helps to reach the land,
Its warmth it gives to you my friend,
It cherish you and gives you strength,
It leads you through the whole life length.
It lights up your soul when it pains,
It brightens up your days when rains.
It gives the warmth to your heart,
It shows you the right way to start.
Until the last breath it will shine,
That magic star of yours and mine.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 10th of November,2011
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For every woman
For every woman my advice:
It is certainly nice
to read Kama Sutra,
to know who was Palaliputra.
But… when your husband is hungry
You better be in a hurry
And take another book
which tells you how to cook.
After a good and tasty meal
he will satisfy your will.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
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The dreamers
We have thought up each other
Once to meet and realize
You can be the only lover,
Intelligent and so wise.
You and I are so romantic
We can’t live without love dreams,
Only love protects from panic,
Only love can give us wings.
We don’t need riches and gold,
Reciprocity of feelings is a reward,
Our love for us is gold
Given to us by our Lord.
We are both the dreamers,
Let them say we are just mad.
But how much I love your touches
And never feel with you so sad.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
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A man has to know
A man has to know how to cook, to sew and knit
And may be to iron a bit.
But it’s only in one case
Which you have to face.
Even saying “honey”
He doesn’t know how to earn money.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
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Happiness Of A Man
Happiness of a man is not in possibility to chose a woman out of a million,
Happiness of a man is in possibility to allow himself to be with the only loved one.
Out of millions there are hundreds of beauties.
Out of millions there are hundreds of jealous.
Out of millions there are hundreds of desirable.
But… they are not loved.
Out of millions there can be only one loved.
But… what happens in real life?
That one you really love is banned.
She is a wife of your friend,
She is banned by the time,
She is banned by the distance,
She is banned by the pride or prejudice or weakness.
Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
24th of August,2011
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In a January morning...
In a January morning,
On a sunny April day,
A crocodile croaks as it is May.
On the pavement bricks out of board,
There walks the tallest little lord.
In a hospital is healthy.
Poor man is so wealthy.
Fed to teeth I want to eat
And a cheat is so sweet.
Come my dears! Come to me!
I don't want to see you.
Any false you say is true,
In the yard you lived and grew.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
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In a January Morning (nonsense poem)
In a January morning,
On a sunny April day,
A crocodile croaks as it is May.
On the pavement bricks out of board,
There walks the tallest little lord.
In a hospital is healthy.
Poor man is so wealthy.
Fed to teeth I want to eat
And a cheat is so sweet.
Come my dears! Come to me!
I don't want to see you.
Any false you say is true,
In the yard I lived and grew.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
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To live on the real life rails
We often look for the one to be ideal,
but when we meet the one who is real
we give foolish criteria
and it looks as a mystery.
Expecting the one from the fairy tales
we very often get only fails.
We want to get everything at once,
to get our chance.
As a result we burn the time,
loose the last dime.
May be it’s more important just to live,
think how to give,
not only to take
or live for someone’s sake.
Our life is the only one
and all in it has to be done
so that not to regret,
may be something to forget,
think what is more important,
get out of the routine,
to build our own mooring,
and…during the life time
listen to the chime,
and…hear the bells
which tell how to live,
how to love,
how to create the things
I’ve told you above,
without any tales
but on the real life rails.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
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On the Way
On the way to the paradise
I see the eyes of my friends.
They are my best and nice.
There is no one who pretends.
But with the coming years
The list of those who has left,
Appears with bitter tears,
And becomes the biggest theft.
On the way to the hell
I see those who betrayed,
They could their mother sell
If she was good paid.
I am walking along the street,
Different colors are on the light,
Different people I meet,
And all are with different rights.
The hell, you know, is on the left.
The paradise is on the right.
If there is no a cleft on the way,
You’ll be for sure in delight.
Am I right?
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
December 5th,2010
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Can't Be Indifferent
Honest people can’t be indifferent
To the satiation in Great Britain.
I was just smitten
By the news in the net.
The jet of vandalism has met with …
Was it a debt, which was kept….?
Can’t say where and in what,
But …some people forgot:
Democracy of our society
Looks like who is more mighty.
Alien war. Is it really an alien?
The human beings are mammalian.
It could be better if they were herbivores.
I think we could have less worries.
I can’t say I was surprised,
I was just shocked.
The door to democracy is locked.
Where is the truth?
Where is the lie?
Is it better to live or die?
I was surprised by the comments
Addressing to some friends:
Thank God you were not there!
For me it means:
They do not really care who was there.
Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 9th of August,2011
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Happy New Year!
I’ll put on the table a New Year tree,
The smell of pine needles will fill my flat.
Champagne, chocolate…and I’ll start my spree,
With three candles I’ll chat.
These candles will be my spiritual world,
The lonely party is always free.
My heart will be twirled and purled,
Curse of troubles these candles will be.
With champagne I’ll fill the crystal glass,
I’ll say many thanks to the old year.
You were generous but you’ve passed,
Now I’d like to say: “Good bye, my dear! ”
I will never forget you my old friend.
You’ve given me so many wonderful days
I’ve managed to overcome all troubles
I’ve happened to see beautiful rays.
Exactly at twelve I’ll make a wish.
I won’t ask for a golden fish
It will be my heart and soul agreement,
It will be my life’s equipment.
As anyone I would love to be happy.
As anyone I would love to dispel all doubts
To be always merry and cute,
To be out of danger and crazy shouts.
I would like a success enter everyone’s door
I would like the loved ones always be near.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
In the New Year everything should be clear.
Meet the New Year with a kind smile!
Don’t curse our sinful Earth!
Let the New Year be peaceful! Be agile!
Remember the day of Jesus Christ birth.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 30th of December,2011
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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