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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Shine! Shine my star! (Russian romance)
Shine and shine my loving star!
My shining star, my greeting star.
You are the one and cherished only one,
I'll never have another one.
And when the bright night comes down to the ground
So many stars are in the sky
But you're the one, my star, my beauty star,
You shine in gratifying rays.
The star of hope, the star of paradise,
The star of love and magic days.
You'll always be unsetting star of mine,
My soul will long for you and chase.
And all my life lights up with strength of yours,
Your rays are bright and give me light.
And if I die you shine above the grave
Just shine and shine my loving star!
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Tendeness
Tenderness has million of faces and names,
Tenderness has million of secrets and signs.
It is in the autumns rains,
It is in the young wines.
Tenderness is a high flying bird,
It’s in the light breath of the wind.
It can be everywhere heard,
It can never be sinned.
Tenderness can be in crystal tears
Shining on your eyelashes.
It can be in timid rays of dawn,
It can be in warm sea splashes.
Tenderness is in all around,
It’s so easy to be found.
Wake up without vanity or flatness
And you will feel the tenderness.
Tenderness is in the quivering heart,
It turns your arms into the wings.
It can create a fine art,
Make a lot of beautiful things.
It fills your soul with magic light,
And all around becomes marvelous and bright.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 10th of September,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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September Nights
Only in September night
The stars are so bright.
Only in September night
The stars are like silver nails
Ready to tell me fairy tales.
On the black silky velvet they shine,
One of them is certainly mine.
It is close to the Ursa Major,
It is my dearest encourager.
It looks at me from the dark sky,
Winks and says: Come on, fly!
It seems to be very small,
I know, it will never fall.
May be it’s a giant star,
It looks small as it’s too far.
With the huge stars around
It’s quite hard to be found.
For me it is an exception,
Of the whole universe it’s a fraction.
I am so daring and brave to crave
When time comes to shine over my grave.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 7th of September,2011
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How much we would love to say....
How much we would like to say.
How little we say in reality.
How often we are afraid
And hide our souls in vanity.
How seldom we speak with each other
Because we are always in a hurry.
We make just a short breather
Thinking of our own worries.
How little we give the warmth
To those who badly need it,
Thinking of our own life storms
Write a short chit and forget it.
Wouldn’t it be better
To look at each others faces,
To ask questions that matter
And not to live as on the races.
Wouldn’t it be better for all
To see each others souls,
To break the indifferent wall
And make it the main goal.
Wouldn’t it be better if we start to speak
And tell the things we wanted to tell,
But we are still so tired and weak
And hide our souls in our own shells.
Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
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The Day Of Liberation
Once again the spring's in the Victory Gardens,
Once again the 10th of April to Odessa's come,
The memory of that day hardens
This wonderful feeling of freedom without alarm.
About 30 months the occupation of Odessa lasted
The streets and houses by fascists were blasted.
But the nation with sense of humor no one can kill,
The defense of the city was everyone's freewill.
In the sea of sunlight is the blue and free sky,
The wings of the seagulls soared into skywards,
The glory to Odessa city is in the seagulls cry,
Wind orchestras play celebrations chords.
The southern sunny city today looks so pretty
And the faces of odessites as usual are so witty.
Their spirit of freedom is light as the sea breeze,
An odessite will never bend the knees.
The second birthday, the day of celebration,
The day of spring, the day of liberation.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 10th of April,2012
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Perfume 'A La Larissa
“A La Larissa” perfume has appeared!
The fragrance of it is great and neared.
It’s just for your elegance and intelligence.
It’s not for the masses!
It’s for the women in the evening dresses.
It’s for the ladies of extra classes.
This perfume is an explosion of warmth,
It gives you real sexual storms.
It gives you the enveloping notes,
It rises up your best emotes,
It’s a heady memorable ode,
It’s the mode of a highly sort of perfume.
You’ll feel comfortable with it at any ballroom.
It’s eccentric smell will make you feel so well.
When you are in the evening gown,
It will turn all heads on its own.
This perfume is really the best.
The best and… out of the rest!
Just a dropp of it and…you are on the top.
And a dropp and …you’ll be for sure the pop.
What a prestige! What a delight!
Magic perfume “ A La Larissa”! ! !
You can only hear men’s whisper:
She is a vanquisher!
Is she a princess from Saragossa?
Oh, no! This aroma is from Odessa!
It has the smell of the Black Sea.
It has the fragrance of an acacia tree.
“A La Larissa’ perfume is just fantastic!
It’s so poetic and esthetic!
It smells the rain, it smells the snow!
The world of all flowers it shows!
With “A La Larissa” you’ll understand
What real art is on our land.
Using “A La Larissa”
You’ll get the ocean of sensation.
You’ll get your impersa
And…it will cause a poet’s inspiration.
It will give you the best charm,
It will give you the tenderness alarm.
You’ll be out of masses an exception!
You’ll be … The Lady Perfection!
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 5th of October,2011
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I Am Going My Way
I am sinful, not trying to be saint,
Just want to live, not to complain.
I am a woman with a feminine beauty,
Just want to love, not to be snooty.
I can be giddy, behave as I am a queen,
But with an open soul say what I mean.
Down on earth I am, not in paradise
I get what I give, this I well realize.
I see the richness in the sun and the rain
Don't like pittance, truth is the main.
Avoiding a scam, I am going my way,
I am as I am and as such I will stay.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 15th of August,2012
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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I am sinful...
I am sinful, not trying to be saint,
Just want to live, not to complain.
I am a woman with a feminine beauty,
Just want to love, not to be snooty.
I can be giddy, behave as I am a queen,
But with an open soul say what I mean.
Down on earth I am, not in paradise
I get what I give, this I well realize.
I see the richness in the sun and the rain
Don't like pittance, truth is the main.
Avoiding a scam, I am going my way,
I am as I am and as such I will stay.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 15th of August,2012
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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I love you
My heart feels your mood,
you are understood,
my heart feels every sigh of yours,
of course, I am just a moment in your life,
but… you can cut it with your knife.
Perhaps, I will never touch your skin,
but… I know what you mean.
Perhaps, I will never know
if your love would grow.
Perhaps we shall never feel
the warmth of our hands,
perhaps we shall never be together
On the beautiful land,
but… memories about me
you won’t be able to erase.
My image will chase you everywhere,
and don’t even try
to compare me with someone else,
as you’ll loose your own image
and will go to hells.
I’ll be everywhere:
in your thoughts and dreams,
and it seems everywhere around
but…sorry to say that: not found.
May be one day we shall meet,
but…when I see you
my heart will bleed.
And what about yours?
Of course, in a big crowd,
in the amount of millions
you won’t hear my voice,
you won’t see my eyes,
you won’t recognize
the one who really loved you,
the one who really entrusted you,
the one who didn’t want to say adieu
but… to say only three words;
I love you!
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
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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
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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To the Creator
You are with me in grief and happiness,
You are with me in joy and loneliness,
You are the One who gives me shelter and support,
You are my love and my reward.
You are the beginning of all and the end,
There is no one you ever offend.
You are my consolation,
You are my celebration,
You are my light
In the dark night.
In my perishable heart
I find the answers with your help,
You tell me which door to open,
You tell me how to dwell.
You tell me:
The sense of life is in one word:
Trust,
You tell me:
Don’t fuss, be cussed!
I can see my reflection in my children,
It means I am needed on this Land.
Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
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The stars connects the human hearts...
The stars connect the humans’ hearts,
their destinies are in the skies.
The Earths’ world is filled with sparks,
the souls light reflects in eyes.
And if an anger is in your heart,
the stars become so pale in soul.
The whole world becomes an art
when love and peace are as a whole.
Stars shine brightly with no fears,
even when it is crazy fall in August.
They fall on the Earth with angel tears
when saint feelings are turned to dust.
Our destiny gives a choice:
to live in harmony or wonder in the darkness.
So, please, my dears, listen to its voice!
You’ll come for sure to its brightness.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
22/9 2010
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Smile!
The anguish in your eyes?
Change the lenses!
The winter in your heart?
Fill the light! Be smart!
Someone betrayed you?
Says: Don't love you?
Forgive that hurt!
It's just a bullshit.
You are feeling nervous?
Drink tea with sweet honey!
You won't buy health for money.
Your days are blue and gray?
Take the guitar and play!
Greet every new day with a smile!
Anything that happens
It's just for a while.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 3rd of February,2012
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Indian Summer
A mature apple was in my hand,
the season of wisdom was on the Land.
The mornings were pure glass,
the dew was still on the grass.
Amber and red colors were background of blue,
to warm countries the birds flew.
Spreading maple has turned red,
he was afraid to lose his head,
as he was in unrequited love with the rowan.
How much he wanted her to be his woman.
There was no leaves sough,
the webs lace has wreathed around the bough.
The sunbeams ran among the trees,
a naughty breeze invited for a dance the leaves.
At last only one leaf agreed,
the rest preferred to bask in the sun,
they haven’t seen in it any fun.
The beauty of Indian summer
with picturesque and colorful gamma
our Lord has sent to the Earth
to meet a new season with a mirth.
He knew in advance and gave us another chance
to admire the beauty of nature again,
the warmth in our hearts to remain.
He gave us another touch of summer warmth,
so that we could overcome winter storms.
He left us the gift of consolation,
the gift of love and inspiration.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
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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
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Tennis
Some people say:
if you have strength
you don’t need brain,
but I would like to say:
it doesn’t come with tennis.
If you take a racket and go to a court,
my Lord!
You better use your brain
but not the mass
which is called ass.
I would like to confess:
playing tennis is like playing chess,
you certainly need strength
but using your smartness
you’ll go to the length,
you’ll get your revenge
and it won’t be strange.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
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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
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Adieu
The autumn is crying,
cold rains denying,
North wind burns my face,
colorful leaves are flying,
as they are in a race.
I have parted with you
telling quiet adieu,
and it seems for good.
Not having heard I love you,
I quite well everything understood.
There was time I believed
when sweet words I received,
I just wanted to be loved,
but you simply deceived,
she has become your beloved.
You’ll be quite well forgotten
as your love was so rotten.
When my wounds are healed
I will start a new life,
in a new house, on my own field.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
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That's My Odessa
Odessa.
Early morning.
Sonia is yawning.
Her dressing gown is satiny.
This night was just a symphony
in a company of her Antonie.
She was sure he was her destiny.
All they did was in such a harmony.
With those thoughts she went to the balcony.
But … suddenly she has heard a noise.
It sounded with an irony.
It was her neighbor's voice.
Listen, Sonia!
Are you sick?
At night I saw the doctor
leaving your place so quick.
Do you have anything chronic?
Oh, dear Bella!
What are you talking about?
I am not a Cinderella,
but would like to be logic.
You have to admit that…
your tongue is a culprit.
One day you'll pay for it.
And now I'll tell you more:
When that colonel your place parted
I didn't shout that the war had already started.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 10th of September,2012
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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