Elijah the Prophet
Elijah - the Lord of storms,
Dew, hail, rain and thunder,
Today rides a chariot.
The Prophet with an effort
Breathe the autumn.
The days are shorter
The nights are longer
Warm days linger.
Two hours Elijah has taken.
By August He was awaken.
Water becomes overgrown
In the lakes and local ponds.
Our Lord agrees and nods,
Summer has no more odds,
It can't argue with Gods
An angel in human form,
A harbinger of autumn,
Elijah records the men deeds
Riding on His steeds.
The glorious Elijah!
He lived a mysterious life,
He gave a new harvest rife,
He comes on Earth today
To save woods and hay
Sending rains to wash plains.
We'll wash up under the rain
In all countries and in Spain
To be saved from the evil eye,
For a life without a lie.
For a flight in a free sky.
Let's give reverence to the Prophet
He is an august sprocket.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 2nd of August,2012
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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The Autumn Is Coming
The autumn is coming,
The August is charming,
But the rain often darkens the sky,
And I know, you certainly love me
As I once long ago loved you.
Why the yearning
Is burning inside you?
Why are you so sad when with me?
Why in August the dreams
Can't be sweet as in spring?
The rowan is reddish
But not for the anguish
Rain drops knock at the window today
What a pity that some grievances
Can't be forgotten by loving hearts.
Not in vain
The yearning is burning,
Not in vain you are sad when with me
As in August the dreams are not real,
They come true in the earliest spring.
The autumn is coming,
The August is charming,
But the rain often darkens the sky,
And I know, you certainly love me
As I once long ago loved you.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 28th of August,2012
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Hot Summer
Burnt by the day time,
As it's terribly hot,
I cursed today's clime
About winter I thought.
Nights come with cool stars
It looks I can dream:
If apple-trees blossom on Mars,
What can be moved by steam.
Shut-eye can't meet with my thoughts,
Confuses them, not letting me sleep.
Is it the nature's faults?
Why does it hot days keep?
The city burnt in the molten furnace,
All for the day it managed to face.
I yarn, have two hours sleep before dawn,
The night has already gone.
Oh! It's my nature's drama:
In winter I dream about summer
When autumn comes I want spring
New wishes it will certainly bring.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 7th of August,2012
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Elijah's Song
Got a rock and roll ditty
From the heart of the city
To a country lane far away
Drums are beatin'
And the bass repeatin'
And it rocks you to sleep just the same
Sleep, safe and warm
Dream cares be gone
You know that it won't take long
We'll be singin' Elijah's song
Singin' Elijah's song
Ya' got a rock and roll daddy
And you make him so glad
He's got a smile
A mile across his face
Movie star mom
Gonna keep you safe from harm
And she'll do it with style and grace
Sleep, safe and warm
Dream cares be gone
You know that it won't be long
We'll be singing Elijah's song
Singin' Elijah's song
Little bitty child when you laugh
I smile
It's a feelin' I won't ever forget
Far from now
When you're wanderin' 'round
There's a song that I left in your head
Dream, that's what you do
Dream, 'cause dreams come true
Someday when you're big and strong
You'll remember Elijah's song
Remember Elijah's song
Remember Elijah's song
Remember Elijah's song
song performed by by Neil Diamond
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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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My Crazy September Love
This autumn is so sweet,
it gives me so many presents,
this autumn is my best award,
this autumn is my golden lord.
I am lost in this warm September,
my love looks like ember,
but only with tender touch
it turns into a fire and burns much.
May be it’s my last flight,
so, I will hold it very tight.
I will not wait for the spring,
I would love in this autumn to sing.
This autumn is so lucky and crazy,
my lord calls me “my daisy”,
my lord calls me “my dove”.
Thank you my crazy September love.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Utterly Prophetic
Computers can get so advanced
They could predict for Man
With software that has been enhanced
To help fulfil this plan...
And so it was, three decades past,
Elijah Five was made,
So that the nations knew at last
With data it displayed.
Technicians printed off each sheet
As it poured out its reams...
For days and weeks until complete,
Man's hopes and dreams and schemes...
At first they made no sense at all,
As if they were in code,
Great expectations seemed to fall,
Though data overflowed...
Then all at once, one guy declared,
He thought he understood...
And when his findings he had shared,
Elijah Six made good...
The printers started up once more
For hours, days and weeks...
Till everybody knew the score...
The truths each nation seeks...
The New World Order started soon,
Fulfilling what was known,
At first they thought it was a boon,
But then new truths were shown...
Elijah Seven, Eight and Nine
Expressed their grave despairs,
Yet everybody towed the line,
Despite their fervent prayers...
Elijah Ten was not so grim,
He turned their hopes around,
But cynics said Man's hopes were slim
When Antichrist was crowned...
They didn't recognise this man
Until it was too late...
By then they couldn't stop or ban
And so, succumbed to Fate...
But God looked down... and Christ was sent...
A second chance to give...
To save the world no President
Could ever help us with...
Elijahs Five to Ten had done
What none had done before...
They made Mankind forget God's Son,
His future to ignore...
Of all rules, here's the Golden Rule:
God knows from first to last...
Yes, God knows all and God sees all,
The future and the past...
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Days of Elijah - Paul Wilbur
These are the days of Elijah,
Declaring the word of the Lord,
And these are the days of Your servant, Moses,
Righteousness being restored.
And though these are days of great trial,
Of famine and darkness and sword.
Still we are the voice in the desert, crying,
'Prepare ye the Way of the Lord! '
(Chorus)
Behold He comes,
Riding on the clouds,
Shining like the sun,
At the trumpet call.
Lift your voice,
It's the year of Jubilee,
And out of Zion's hill,
Salvation comes.
And these are the days Ezekiel,
The dry bones becoming as flesh,
And these are the days of Your servant, David,
Rebuilding a temple of praise.
And these are the days of the harvest,
The fields are white in the world.
And we are Your laborers in Your vineyard,
Declaring the Word of the Lord!
(Chorus) x 3
Who was, and who is, and who is to come.
Who was, and who is, and who is to come.
Who was, and who is, and who is to come.
Who was, and who is, and who is to come.
Who was, and who is, and who is to come.
Who was, and who is, and who is to come.
Who was, and who is, and who is to come.
Who was, and who is, and who is to come.
To come, to come, to come!
Who was, and who is, and who is to come!
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God save you...
God save you from uninvited sadness
that knock at the windows at blind nights,
from sweet cheats that seem to be happiness
but then …. as an enemy smites.
God save you from unneeded advices,
from insulting libels, from vain expectations,
from those who pretend to be friends
and then …. go with denunciations.
God save you on the non shallow roads,
save from the choice between duty and wish,
save from the pain of loss and doubts,
save from needless suffering and anguish.
God bless, save and protect you today and always!
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 15th of April,2012
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Love Triangle
Late rainy autumn was standing near the window,
she was waiting for the wind to come
-Where are you my naughty fellow?
-Where are you caring along, my charm?
She was irritated by his carelessness,
she was angry with his frivolity
But still admired his appearance,
and still was charmed by his self confidence.
Autumn was always a woman,
red haired and very susceptible,
a little bit older with less mammon,
a little bit jealous and over particular.
And wind always changed his mood,
sometimes he was tender, sometimes rude,
sometimes he wooed and wanted to see her nude.
He wanted to have love affairs with all:
with spring and fall,
with winter and summer,
sometimes even with scandals and drama.
He asked autumn for understanding,
as he said with summer he was just pretending.
Autumn had enough patience,
she was so much afraid to stay alone.
She even agreed with those crazy relations.
She only wanted to know
where this time he has flown.
Sobs and tears chocked her often,
her eyes faded and temples have become gray,
she had to live like that up to the end,
but was still looking for a comfortable bay.
Oh, crazy wind! Where are you naughty fellow?
She has sighed and looked at the door.
At this very moment the rain said: Hello!
He admired the beauty of golden autumn,
he was in love with her long time before.
He was tall and very pale with an attentive glance,
he was afraid to fall and fail.
If only autumn could give him a chance!
He would wash off all her sorrows and grief,
He would do anything in real love to believe.
The autumn was in doubt,
She was so much confused,
didn’t know whom to choose: the wind or the rain.
She didn’t want to complain on them
and certainly wished to live in Adam.
What more to say?
This love triangle lives even today.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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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
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Elijah
INTO that good old Hebrew’s soul sublime
The spirit of the wilderness had passed;
For where the thunders of imperial Storm
Rolled over mighty hills; and where the caves
Of cloud-capt Horeb rang with hurricane;
And where wild-featured Solitude did hold
Supreme dominion; there the prophet saw
And heard and felt that large mysterious life
Which lies remote from cities, in the woods
And rocks and waters of the mountained Earth.
And so it came to pass, Elijah caught
That scholarship which gave him power to see
And solve the deep divinity that lies
With Nature, under lordly forest-domes,
And by the seas; and so his spirit waxed,
Made strong and perfect by its fellowship
With God’s authentic world, until his eyes
Became a splendour, and his face was as
A glory with the vision of the seer.
Thereafter, thundering in the towns of men,
His voice, a trumpet of the Lord, did shake
All evil to its deep foundations. He,
The hairy man who ran before the king,
Like some wild spectre fleeting through the storm,
What time Jezreel’s walls were smitten hard
By fourfold wind and rain; ’twas he who slew
The liars at the altars of the gods,
And, at the very threshold of a throne,
Heaped curses on its impious lord; ’twas he
Jehovah raised to grapple Sin that stalked,
Arrayed about with kingship; and to strike
Through gold and purple, to the heart of it.
And therefore Falsehood quaked before his face,
And Tyranny grew dumb at sight of him,
And Lust and Murder raged abroad no more;
But where these were he walked, a shining son
Of Truth, and cleared and sanctified the land.
Not always was the dreaded Tishbite stern;
The scourge of despots, when he saw the face
Of Love in sorrow by the bed of Death,
Grew tender as a maid; and she who missed
A little mouth that used to catch, and cling—
A small, sweet trouble—at her yearning breast;*
Yea, she of Zarephath, who sat and mourned
The silence of a birdlike voice that made
Her flutter with the joy of motherhood
In other days, she came to know the heart
Of Pity that the rugged prophet had.
And when he took the soft, still child away,
And laid it on his bed; and in the dark
Sent up a pleading voice to Heaven; and drew
The little body to his breast; and held
It there until the bright, young soul returned
To earth again; the gladdened woman saw
A radiant beauty in Elijah’s eyes,
And knew the stranger was a man of God.
We want a new Elijah in these days,
A mighty spirit clad in shining arms
Of Truth—yea, one whose lifted voice would break,
Like thunder, on our modern Apathy,
And shake the fanes of Falsehood from their domes
Down to the firm foundations; one whose words,
Directly coming from a source divine,
Would fall like flame where Vice holds festival,
And search the inmost heart of nations; one
Made godlike with that scholarship supreme
Which comes of suffering; one, with eyes to see
The very core of things; with hands to grasp
High opportunities, and use them for
His glorious mission; one, whose face inspired
Would wear a terror for the lying soul,
But seem a glory in the sight of those
Who make the light and sweetness of the world,
And are the high priests of the Beautiful.
Yea, one like this we want amongst us now
To drive away the evil fogs that choke
Our social atmosphere, and leave it clear
And pure and hallowed with authentic light.
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The Ghosts
The ghosts of not repentant souls
Wander in the quiet woods night.
Only chilling cries of the owls
Cause the lightest fright.
Flying Dutchman frightens seamen,
Its sight is a portent of doom.
It was told by John Leyden
Sinful souls went to gloom.
Ghosts dwell in the hills.
Climbers know a ghost can kill.
To some they help to cross the river,
But seeing them you would shiver.
Haunting cities, haunting countries…
Are they humans eye illusion?
Are they really verities?
It looks they come to make pollution.
Ghosts are here, ghosts are there!
It seems they are everywhere.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 8th of August,2011
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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When The Rain Comes
Youve come to me again my friend. Ive been waiting so long.
Life seems strange and hard sometimes, maybe I wont make it this time.
Oh theyve taken all I have, but I just need whats left of today, and you can wash it all away.
When it all comes down and Im feeling tired and afraid,
Youre always there, and seem come when Ive nothing left to give away.
Now I wait for your winds to come and give me breath for another day, and your rain to wash me.
I feel the rain coming. I feel it in my heart, take away my pain.
I feel the rain coming. wash me down, wash me down.
Here comes the rain. hold me now, just for awhile.
I feel like a candle flame in the wind. the dust of my deeds past, covers me, like a fading lie.
I feel the rain coming. I feel it in my heart, wash away my pain.
Wash me down, wash me down. I feel the rain coming.
Here comes the rain.
song performed by by Queensryche
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It Costs Nothing
It costs nothing to feel the sunshine,
to watch the smiling Moon…
Those gifts from heaven are so fine,
The beauty of nature is a divine tune.
Showers of rain costs nothing,
Gentle wind is also free…
Sweet songs of birds are touching,
Meeting nice people is a glee.
We enjoy the sunsets and the dawns,
We breathe the air without a fee,
We admire faithfulness of swans…
Tenderness of a child is also free.
I watch the night comes here,
It's understandable for me and clear:
The most beautiful things on earth
Can't be bought, have no worth.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 27th of July,2012
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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It is so good...
It’s so good to be someones’ forever,
it’s so good to know that you are loved,
to know that your heart is so clever
and shares everything with your beloved.
It’s so good to be someones’ forever,
to know that your beloved will never lie,
to know that your beloved will always share
up to the end, up to the day you die.
It’s so good to hug the loving body,
to be together days and nights,
to feel the ice as a real hotty,
to dream together of the flights.
It’s so good to flow together
like streamlets in an early spring,
to feel yourself as a light feather
which is a part of an eagle wing.
It’s so good to warm you and be warmed,
to fresh each other as a rain,
to see in dear eyes love storms,
to travel life in one comfortable train.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
28/9 2010
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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It's so good.....
It’s so good to be someones’ forever,
it’s so good to know that you are loved,
to know that your heart is so clever
and shares everything with your beloved.
It’s so good to be someones’ forever,
to know that your beloved will never lie,
to know that your beloved will always share
up to the end, up to the day you die.
It’s so good to hug the loving body,
to be together days and nights,
to feel the ice as a real hotty,
to dream together of the flights.
It’s so good to flow together
like streamlets in an early spring,
to feel yourself as a light feather
which is a part of an eagle wing.
It’s so good to warm you and be warmed,
to fresh each other as a rain,
to see in dear eyes love storms,
to travel life in one comfortable train.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
28/9 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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Harvest
Autumn feeds with harvest
Birds, animals and human beings.
It brings breakfast, lunch and dinner,
It brings the sweetest things.
Autumn in the gardens,
Autumn in the wood…
Nature has prepared all kinds of food.
Harvesting is pleasant!
Harvesting is good!
Happy is a peasant,
Happy is a wood!
Mice collect the grain,
Bees collect the honey,
Granny makes a jam,
Winter will be funny
Without any flam.
Apples in the cellar,
Grape turns into wine.
We are nature’s dwellers,
We all want to dine.
Gathering gifts of nature
You’ll avoid the hunger,
You will be much stronger,
You will look much younger.
Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 7th of September,2011
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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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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