Escape
I will escape from the one I dislike.
My psych doesn’t need a strike.
I will better take a bike
And will go for a ride
Somewhere out of your site,
To see the world wide noontide.
I don’t want to confide the one who lied.
Meeting with you was a misguide.
I will not allow you to deride my pride.
I will decide myself how to reside.
And I will not backslide.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
April 24th,2011
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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A Bike Is Just A Bike
A bike is just a bike
It can take you for a riding hike
A bike is just a bike
With a motorcycle it is a look alike
A bike is just a bike
When you ride it you feel childlike
But there is something I dislike
It is hard to impress and make a good strike
Two wheels and one seat available for hitchhike
Your charming words will have a declined spike
Therefore it is best to leave the bike for the dikes
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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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
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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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
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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I Will Escape
I will escape from the built-up city
To the countryside,
Where all around is so pretty
And the fields are green and wide.
I will escape from the traffics and smog
To the nature’s lyrics and a croaking frog.
I will escape from concrete and power lines
To the breathtaking lights and signs,
To the place where field bells ring
And free birds merrily sing;
To the forest where trees are attractive
And are not a city’s captive.
I will listen to the voice of nature
And my life will be a great adventure.
I will walk barefoot to feel the land,
I will touch a stream with my hand.
My joy will have no measures,
Knowing that the world is full of treasures.
I will escape from the bustle of the city
To the wildflowers which look so friendly,
Where the sky is so bright and clean
And I feel myself like in a dream.
And when the night comes,
The starry sky has so much charms,
An internal balance will feel my heart
As our Earth’s nature is really smart.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
9th of May,2011
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Through the Metidja to Abd-El-Kadr
I
As I ride, as I ride,
With a full heart for my guide,
So its tide rocks my side,
As I ride, as I ride,
That, as I were double-eyed,
He, in whom our Tribes confide,
Is descried, ways untried
As I ride, as I ride.
II.
As I ride, as I ride
To our Chief and his Allied,
Who dares chide my heart's pride
As I ride, as I ride?
Or are witnesses denied—
Through the desert waste and wide
Do I glide unespied
As I ride, as I ride?
III.
As I ride, as I ride,
When an inner voice has cried,
The sands slide, nor abide
(As I ride, as I ride)
O'er each visioned homicide
That came vaunting (has he lied?)
To reside—where he died,
As I ride, as I ride.
IV.
As I ride, as I ride,
Ne'er has spur my swift horse plied,
Yet his hide, streaked and pied,
As I ride, as I ride,
Shows where sweat has sprung and dried,
—Zebra-footed, ostrich-thighed—
How has vied stride with stride
As I ride, as I ride!
V.
As I ride, as I ride,
Could I loose what Fate has tied,
Ere I pried, she should hide
(As I ride, as I ride)
All that's meant me—satisfied
When the Prophet and the Bride
Stop veins I'd have subside
As I ride, as I ride!
poem by Robert Browning from Cavalier Tunes (1842)
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The Truth, The Lie And The Fact
The truth, the lie and the fact have met.
Let’s listen to their chat!
The truth told to the fact: Everyone lies.
The fact answered: Here is my advice:
Don’t be in a hurry with the conclusion
As everything in this world is an illusion.
The truth said:
Who will remember me?
Whose conscience will gnaw?
Will the lie accept a nondiscriminatory law?
It’s hard to tell the truth,
It’s easier to lie.
You have to forsooth,
Otherwise I’ll die.
The lie was near by listening.
What nonsense your are saying!
I am so important in man’s life.
I help in a strife.
The lie was graceful.
It was beautiful and playful.
It was not jealous but sweet,
So, darling it was, indeed!
From it’s sweet lips
The words flowed like the streamlets.
All those flattering words
Everyone took for the truth.
It lied without blush.
It tried everything to hush,
But so many men had problems
If the lie they welcomed.
People would like the lie to banish,
They would like the lie to vanish.
They would like it never be near,
Into their life to interfere.
And the lie has quickly decided
To make the union with the truth.
It was so nicely guided
By the cutest sleuth.
So, today the truth and the lie
Over the whole land fly.
Where is the truth? Where is the lie?
Can anyone tell if it’s so well?
The fact was left alone.
Only by God it was well known.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
April the 1st,2011
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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My Guitar
Oh, my guitar!
You are in a case.
It seems so far
You were not embraced.
Your strings are weak,
Your heart is sick.
But a hope remains,
You’ll overcome the pains.
A master will come,
You won’t strum.
You won’t complain
But will sound again.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
February the 2nd,2011
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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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
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Rzhepicks(1)
A soul wants a picture,
An ass wants an adventure.
***
It’s so nice
To know your own price.
***
She is so smart and cute
When she is mute.
***
Have you seen a cat
Who cares about a rat?
***
Her best song was sung
On the unknown tongue.
***
Do not protest!
As it’s the best!
After doing nothing
To have a good rest.
***
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
The 16th of January,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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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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What a Surprise!
How unfair is human’s nature!
A man is a lucky creature!
He can see a woman’s breast at once
And tries to get his chance.
But what a woman should do?
Sometimes she realize that….
She’s got a surprise
When she see the gun’s size.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
January the 12th,2011
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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I Love
I love,
But seldom speak about it.
I love,
But much tender as before.
I love,
But a bit more careful.
I love,
And with each day much more.
I love,
But not for everyone to see.
I love,
And my love is a glee.
I love,
And I will never regret.
I love,
And I will never forget
Those beautiful sunrises,
Those innocent lies,
Those purple sunsets,
Those unforgettable "Let's"
Your bottomless eyes,
Which have no price,
Your darling sweet lips …
And all that together are…
My real life trips.
I am the happiest one,
And my life is a big fun.
What have I done?
May be nothing.
But…It's my way.
And….I love!
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
The 13th of April,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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I Am a Lady
I am a lady of a stunning age,
I can still perform on a stage.
I can still be someones pride,
My range of interests is wide.
Putting on a stunning dress
I'll make every man confess
She is a woman of super class
Who hates swagger and sass.
With sniper fidelity and my charm,
Without any noise and extra alarm
I'll kill all men on the spot, at once.
Not giving anyone a chance.
I can become someones prize.
That someone will have to realize
How much I am expressive,
All in me is just impressive.
I can still be someone's Sunday,
Make an ordinary day a holiday,
Get a bottle of laugh from a store,
At breakneck speed new explore.
And due to my fascinating view
I can make anything to become true
For example, replacing old with new
But … I just don't feel like to.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 12th of April,2012
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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I Loved
I loved,
But didn’t speak about it.
I loved,
But didn’t show my feelings.
I loved,
But didn’t expose my soul.
I was speechless
And I was tireless
To listen to your words.
For me they were singing birds.
I loved
And I had seen a wonder.
I loved,
Was not afraid of any thunder.
I loved
And heard only your voice.
You were my only rejoice.
Your eyes sparkled,
They were two shining miracles.
My heart used to sank
As only you touched my hand.
That was long time ago.
My love I didn’t show
As I was only seventeen
And all around seemed blue and green.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
The 5th of April,2011
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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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 (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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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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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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