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
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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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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The 27th of May
From the very early morning
my phone is buzzing with calls,
I answer them today all.
More than that: my computer is hanging
sprinkling me with messages and SMS.
My mailbox is groaning because of loading
but it’s ok for today,
somehow my electronic friend will survive
giving me a drive to hive
in my alive computer
which looks today even cuter
or more like a beehive.
And it seems today I will revive.
So you ask me why?
Here is my reply:
Today on the 27th of May is my birthday.
This is my favorite holiday
which I celebrate every year
without any fear that I become older.
I get presents, good wishes, attention,
nobody mentions my age,
I feel like being on a stage.
May be it sounds a bit egotistic
but I love this day
and for me it is just poetic.
At least once a year I can feel like that
without any regret of the passing years.
I was curious to know
who else was born on this day
and have seen a slide show:
poets and writers, actors and artists….
But the biggest surprise was:
Buddha Purnima, the creator of Buddhism
Was born on the 27th of May.
It is hard to believe today.
Another interesting fact:
Catherine the Great on the 27th of May
Had written a decree
To construct a city Odessa
In the Hadzhibay area,
Now my terra is here.
And my name Larisa means seagull
My parents had chosen it for me
To sail in the sea of life
With a reliable scull.
So, today on the 27th of May
I proclaim Laura's Day. Hurray!
Don’t be afraid to send me messages, love and kisses,
My computer will accept them all,
And under my control will write on your walls:
Love you! Kiss and hug you,
And many thanks to all without end my dear friends.
Larisa Rzepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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The talk
There was a dialogue between two drunken men;
Look! It’s not my fork!
How can I eat this pork?
The glass is also not mine.
How can I dine?
The answer was:
You are a fool!
The fork is not the main tool.
Eat with the help of your hands,
Just as the flans.
Eat and drink!
Don’t be a fink!
The food and drinks are yours,
That is what everyone adores.
Larisa R (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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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
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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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
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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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)
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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My Question for M lady Fay
There is a question I must pose
In the vain hope that someone knows
Who’s willing to enlighten me.
Before my birth where would I be
This question always puzzles me
and when I die where do I go.
I have asked priests who hesitate
to answer me, they vacillate.
Because in truth they do not know.
They quote their Holy Book to me
But I have looked and cannot see.
The answer that I seek to find.
Why is it that they pretend to know
from whence I came and where I go.
And yet they will not answer me.
My question is a simple one
I make it clear to everyone.
But no one seems to understand.
The truth is what I seek to know
From whence I came where do I go.
Will somebody please answer me.
20-Nov-08
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Today Is My Birthday
Today, the 27th of May, Friday,
I celebrate another birthday.
I again thank God for prolonging my life,
For giving me the strength for the right strife,
For saving me from a danger,
For giving me a chance to understand a stranger.
For forgiving all my sins,
For congratulating with my wins.
Another year of my life has passed.
I hope it won’t be the last.
So, I think it’s early for the summing up,
Many more times I’ll drink my champagne cup.
All I can attempt to do now is:
Lightly touch my opinion and feelings
Upon some dealings within my interests.
Yes, I have more of life experience,
I care about my appearance…..
With greater elaboration and motivation
I chose this or that citation,
And every new day I accept with an elation.
My inside world is young,
I sing the songs I’ve sung,
I love to listen to the new songs.
To the whole world my heart belongs.
I realize the life’s price,
To live on the Earth is really nice.
One more year of my life has passed,
Life goes so fast.
But anyway it’s worth living
With God’s help and His forgiving
I’ll try to do my best in all,
And always to be on the ball.
© Copyright Larisa Rzhepishevska
(Odessa, Ukraine) , May 27th,2011
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Gertrude Stein chews the fat
We asked ourself a question
since no-one else asked it
it was are poems about the poet
or about poetry
or about neither
or about both
and now we had asked this question
we had to answer it and we said
if poetry raises all these questions
the answer must be simply
yes
poem by Michael Shepherd
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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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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)
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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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)
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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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
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Cant Answer You Anymore
Something came from nothing today
While I was saying no
So dont you knock on my door
Cause I cant answer you anymore
Absence makes the heart grow far
Stayin away from the people
Was a question before
But I cant answer you anymore
Stepped to the sea ?
I did everything right
For somebody that does everything wrong
So I go from coast to coast
Over the hawthorne bridge
To the one I adore
You asked me what Im looking for
But I cant answer you anymore
No I cant answer you anymore
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I feel so bad without you...
I feel so bad without you,
All my dreams are about you.
I lie in bed, thinking of only you.
You are my dearest and nearest,
The only one and sweetest.
Out of all you are the greatest.
You are so delicate and good
You quickly change my mood.
Your love I prefer to any food.
I love you so much, my darling.
You always look so charming,
When telling me "Good morning".
I touch you with my tongue,
You are my song I'd sung,
With you I am always young.
Every morning when I wake up
I want to have your love cup.
And slowly with pleasure sup.
I don't want you to loose,
Out of all only you I chose.
With only you I like to booze.
All days with you are the fests,
You have already passed all tests.
On you my whole life rests.
You are my inspiration and muse,
To love you I will never refuse,
My lovely drink - an orange juice.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska(Odessa, Ukraine)
The 1st of April,2012
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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May be it's a sin...
Maybe it's a sin
So much to love
Forget about all
For my love to starve.
Or it's heavens gift
About you to think,
Love as a sweet nectar
From your lips to drink.
I can even be
For my love a slave.
All can be with me
But you should be save.
If our God can judge,
I will pray for you
And the words of salvage
Will be: I love you.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 18th of April,2012
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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An Assumption Of Money To Be Made
If they ever asked why I'm doing all this?
I will answer with a single remark.
To save a life.
If they ever asked what if you fail?
I will answer with a single remark.
I have but, I'm still here.
If they ever asked now that your accomplished what's next.
I will answer with a single remark.
What I do will not change, at least not for intentions of fame.
If they ever asked, if offered money to stop what your doing would you?
I will answer with a single remark.
No I will not be bought.
'So let me get this straight your completely honest? '
Yes I try to be.
'Well I still don't believe you.'
Well I never I asked you to or care if you do.
Your the one who wanted answers to those questions.
I gave you my answers, take it or leave it.
'I have to go because your not going to make me any money.'
That's fine because I've never said I would.
Your the one who assumed that.
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Burn The Kings' Robes
I write to light tomorrow's flame
When I am gone and can fight no more
And i fight beside those who are the same
as I - the Freedom Rebels; the caged; the poor
I've sunk my teeth into the tyrants bars
and shrieked like a monkey attached to probes
I've summoned the heat from the very stars
to shred and burn the Kings' great robes
Because the Kings will smile with arms wide spread
and call on 'their people' to fight for a cause
then turn their backs, 'till half the people are dead
and find another reason to put Peace on pause
The people believe in the good of men
and the rulers exploit this fatal trait
They give answer knowing you've asked the wrong question
They use our very good faith as bait
Once caught in the trap we'll raise finger and point
and pass blame far from ourselves
deep down we elect representatives so that we may annoint
them with the burden of carrying our guilts and out Hells.
December 4th,2011
poem by Ray Quesada
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Why don't you know the answer
When a problem comes up,
You blame someone else,
Except yourself.
When something hard needs to be done,
You get someone else,
To do it for you.
When it comes to quizzes and tests,
All you do is,
Guess.
When you get asked a question,
You always say,
I don't know the answer.
Why do you blame someone else,
Or get someone to someone to do something for you,
Or guess.
Why don't you know the answer?
Why?
poem by Dragon Crenshaw
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