Friend
F is for one who is fair.
R is for one is so…rare.
I is for the one who is not ideal.
E is for the one who is my equal.
N is for the one who is always near.
D is for the one who is so dear.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
December 7th,2010
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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
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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
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Forget about yesterday!
Live today!
Think and dream about tomorrow,
without any sorrow.
He tried to prove
that he was not a fool.
But in his eyes
I saw an elementary school.
Don’t look at me with fear!
It’s much better to drink beer.
I am looking for a man
who smokes, drinks and thinks
he is the best.
I’d like to share with him
the same interests.
She was an angel lass,
but…with tattoo on her ass.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
November 26th,2010
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In the Plane
I was in the plane.
Someone asked:
-Are you comfortable?
-Oh, yes! Thank you!
He has shortened
the space between the seats.
And now? – he asked again.
He had to thank God for
we were in the plane,
otherwise I would
smash his face,
it could be a disgrace.
Some people feel discomfort
when you feel good.
They are so happy
when you are in a bad mood.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
1.11.2010
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If someone is talented
He or she is talented in all.
The same with the idiots.
***
-Granny! How can I get to the hospital?
-You just tell me one more time ‘granny’.
***
Why are you looking at me
As your parents are not at home?
***
If you have found a woman of your dream
You can say fair well to your other dreams.
***
Why are you looking at me
As you have no place to go to bed?
***
It’s so difficult to be kind
When all around are blind.
***
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Loving Eyes
I look into your loving eyes,
my soul feels and realize
how they are so wise.
Your eyes intoxicate,
I don’t exaggerate,
they herald my fate.
Your eyes are revelation,
they are my inspiration,
they are God’s creation.
They are the source of light,
they shine so bright,
like magic stars at night.
They are the smile of the universe,
two sparkling angels on the planet Earth.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
November 12th,2010
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A Magic Light
A magic light has filled the space.
Our Lord has sent it with a grace.
We paradise create in dreams
Wishing to live in love’s sunbeams.
The space of love we should create.
It would be so nice and great.
The space of peace for centuries,
For all the Earth’s countries.
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November 28th,2010
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A Petrel And a Penguin
The proud petrel
with strong mettle
flew over the sea.
Throwing his litters on the rocks
he watched the clumsy penguin’s walks.
The stupid penguin looked at the sky.
How much he wished to fly!
He had heard
he was also a bird.
If he could fly
he would proudly throw his litter
from the bird’s eye.
The moral of this song:
Remember to what kind of bird you belong.
Am I right?
A bird is known by it’s flight.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
05/11/2010
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Don't Ask Me About My Age!
Don’t ask me about my age!
I always feel younger.
If to count by happiness
I still feel a hunger.
Don’t ask me about my age!
At any rate I am older.
If to count the years by losses
I am the best holder.
Don’t ask me about my age!
I can’t tell you exactly.
Sometimes I feel like a girl,
Insist on my wishes stoutly.
Don’t ask me about my age!
I will never feel old.
I could come on any stage,
For hours the audience hold.
Don’t ask me about my age!
I am always young.
My years is my luggage
With the songs I have sung.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
November 20th,2010
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An Ideal Husband
An ideal husband doesn't argue,
He never squabbles or swears,
Only about his wife he cares.
He always says kind words,
Doesn't do anything that hurts.
Doesn't play cards or guzzles away money,
Days and nights repeats: You are my honey!
Out of the rest he is much wiser,
He is not poor or a miser.
In all he is good and so nice,
Always gives a good advice.
An ideal husband is very strong,
And his wife is never wrong.
Even in bed he is the best,
Every day with him is a fest.
At other women he never looks,
And plus to that he nicely cooks.
He is so handsome and not boring,
And you will never hear him snoring.
His wife is blameless and so gorgeous,
She goes out and he's not jealous.
In all his wife he loves to assist.
Does such a husband really exist?
It seems he can be found only in dreams.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 22 of September,2012
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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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It's Never Late
It’s never late to dream,
to find in life a gleam,
to break a thread of insult
and hope for a good result.
It’s never late to forgive,
in happiness to believe,
to kill the seed of sadness
for better life and gladness.
It’s never late to return,
a new lesson to learn,
to fall in love again
and dance under the rain.
It’s never late to live,
a new aim to achieve,
a new life to begin
and always try to win.
It’s only late at night
when with a sleep you can’t fight.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
November 21st,2010
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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
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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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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.
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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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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
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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
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I Was a Caterpillar
In a warm spring day
the bee flied far away.
It had left its shelter
to collect the sweet nectar
from the beautiful flowers
using God’s dower.
When the bee flied over the honey flower
it couldn’t see me, a poor caterpillar.
I looked at the bee,
I looked at the sky,
I also wanted to fly
learning the world around
and not to creep on the ground.
Burning with passion, tearfully
I had said hopefully:
“I love you the bee.
I would agree to do anything
if only I could fly with you.
Don’t tell me adieu!
I haven’t any view from the ground
I just feel to be bound to the ground.”
I was lost in tears.
Having enough sufferings during the day time
I had fallen into a deep sleep
as there was no more strength to weep.
But when I woke up in the morning chime
I thought it was still a dream time
as I could now fly into the sky,
I turned into a butterfly.
The same morning having seen me
the bee’s heart melted with joy.
Oh, boy! It was in love with me at first sight.
Together we had a wonderful flight.
Now we are flying together
in the fields, in the woods, in the gardens
and our love hardens.
The flowers give us their sweet nectar drink,
there is no more troubles to think.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
December 12th,2010
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I Turned Into a Butterfly
In a warm spring day
the bee flied far away.
It had left its shelter
to collect the sweet nectar
from the beautiful flowers
using God’s dower.
When the bee flied over the honey flower
it couldn’t see me, a poor caterpillar.
I looked at the bee,
I looked at the sky,
I also wanted to fly
learning the world around
and not to creep on the ground.
Burning with passion, tearfully
I had said hopefully:
“I love you the bee.
I would agree to do anything
if only I could fly with you.
Don’t tell me adieu!
I haven’t any view from the ground
I just feel to be bound to the ground.”
I was lost in tears.
Having enough sufferings during the day time
I had fallen into a deep sleep
as there was no more strength to weep.
But when I woke up in the morning chime
I thought it was still a dream time
as I could now fly into the sky,
I turned into a butterfly.
The same morning having seen me
the bee’s heart melted with joy.
Oh, boy! It was in love with me at first sight.
Together we had a wonderful flight.
Now we are flying together
in the fields, in the woods, in the gardens
and our love hardens.
The flowers give us their sweet nectar drink,
there is no more troubles to think.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
December 12th,2010
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