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
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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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
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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Friendly Skies
Missy:
Yeah
A little slow jam
Kiss me Hold me
The weatherman says it's gonna be
Cold tonight
Whatever man
Whatever whatever whatever whatever whatever
Whatever man you wanna do
I'll be the pilot
Don't miss your flight
I'm stewardess of the plane
Feel the turbulence and maintain
Please refrain stay in your seats
Until we reach the game
I'm stewardess of the plane
Feel the turbulence and maintain
Please refrain stay in your seats
Ginuwine:
Take me higher
Let's just go for a little
Joy Ride
Whatever man
Whatever whatever whatever whatever
Let's stay
Buckled up
And let's make love
Across the friendly skies
I'm passenger of this plane
I feel the turbulence I maintain
I will refrain Stay in my seat
Till I reach the game
I'm passenger of this plane
I feel the turbulence I maintain
I will refrain
I stay in my seat
I want you (I want you)
Baby
song performed by by Missy Elliott from Supa Dupa Fly
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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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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.
©copyright Larisa Rzhepishevska
November 28th,2010
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Yep, You Told Me
A plane crashed
Between Chicago and LA
It's all my fault
I didn't do the pre-check
I'm a bit shook-up
Oh Bea
You tried to warn me
You said, 'Young man,
This plane has got to crash
It don't have no pilot
It's running out of gas'
I said, 'Bea,
You just don't see
I'm flying this plane
And the gas will last'
But the engines started to putter
My mind began to flutter
As I held onto the wheel
If it had to smash
I'll die with it
That's the only thing I could see
Then I said,
'Wait a minute
what am I doing
I have to jump'
You know Bea
I'm an injured man
But I'm a living man
That's the way it should be
But the wounds will heal
Again I'll feel
And I don't know
Guess I'll have to see
poem by Roger Harkness
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Smart Luttle Johnny
It's a real story that happened in one school
when a teacher appeared to be a complete fool.
Once when a teacher of math was sick
a teacher of physical education came, named Nick.
He wanted to show how intelligent he is,
so he said: Solve my problem please!
The car moves at a high speed.
To go to Spain a plane we need.
How old am I if the plane now is high in the sky?
If to take all these tasks and mix - said smart Johnny,
We'll get the result: You are twenty six.
Right you are Johnny!
Your arms are scrawny but brain is brawny.
How did you solve this problem so quick?
For me it's easier to break a brick.
Well, our neighbor being so sleazy is thirteen
And my mother says that he is a semi cretin.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 11th of March,2012
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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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
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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I Told Myself
I told myself
You do love me
Is it really true?
She asked me
I told myself
You care for me
Are you really sure?
She asked me
I told myself
You do miss me
As often as you?
She asked me
I told myself
You need me too
Are you guessing?
She asked me
I told myself
You never tell me
Why on Earth?
She asked me
I told myself
You hide a lot…
Is that friendship?
She asked me
I told myself
You think too much
Does he not feel?
She asked me
Tell me, my love
What shall I say?
To all those queries
That she asked me...
How should I answer?
What should I ponder?
Tell me the truth
For she still asks me...
You For Me
And Me For You
Is it the Future?
One last Question
She did ask me.
I don’t have the answers
Yet she keeps asking me…
May be, she knows,
One day, one moment
You’ll let her know
How you feel for me...
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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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
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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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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One for Ramana
The thunder asked
what is lightning?
The root asked
why is a flower?
The pupil asked
who is the teacher?
The space asked
where is everyone?
The circle asked
when is the end?
The stillness asked
whence word?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Rzhepicks (5)
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
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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The Question
Joy flows through my heart
As I think of the one question that put the grin on my face
As I think of how this will start
And as I feel my mind being covered in this happy lace
I think of the feeling I got when you asked me
When you asked me to be yours
I think of it and smile as so you can see
I feel my heart becoming full
I feel my mind screaming with joy
For now my life won’t be dull
As I think of how I can say “that’s my boy”
I remember the light that you put into my eyes
When I think of the feeling of love
I rember how I have entered the bliss and left the demise
And how my feelings rise above
I hear your name and now I can say “he’s mine”
And I can tell people how I feel
When someone asks how I am I can see more than fine
The love for you in my heart no one can steal
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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The Consultation
‘How are you feeling in general? ’ he asked.
‘Pretty good most of the time then I get these occasional black periods when nothing makes sense and I fear the worst’ I replied.
‘Hmm, any suicidal thoughts? ’ he asked thoughtfully as if embarrassed to ask the question.
I thought for a moment.
‘Well, not really. No, not really’ was all I could say.
He made some notes at this point.
‘And those times of feeling good’ he asked ‘what are they like? ’
‘Like the sun is shining and I feel on top of the world’.
‘But there’s no real reason for that? ’ he asked ‘you just feel good and that’s it? ’
‘Yeah’ I replied.
‘What about your libido? ’ he asked as if enquiring what brand of beer I liked.
‘Funnily that’s pretty good’ I said smiling.
He frowned.
‘Is there any guilt that you feel? ’ he probed.
‘Do you feel guilty when you feel good or see others around you far less well off than you are? ’
‘I guess I do. I feel bad that I can’t feel that good all the time and also sad for those worse than me’.
‘But not real guilt? ’
‘No. Not really’.
‘So you feel bad at times but not guilty? ’
‘Guess not’
‘Do you ever feel bad about not feeling guilty? ’
He knew I was lost at this point and changed tack.
‘When did you last masturbate? ’ he threw in.
‘Can’t remember’ I said startled.
He made some notes.
‘So, you feel guilty about masturbation? ’ he continued.
‘No, not at all’.
‘But you don’t remember when you last did it? ’ he said with a manner of distaste and disbelief.
‘Not really’.
At this point I did not know where all this was going.
‘Do you go to church? ’ he asked.
‘No’
‘Why not? ’
‘Can’t see the point’
‘So why are you here? ’
At this point the confessional ended.
I had been diagnosed as not having enough guilt or grief or angst to be normal and no further help or counselling could be offered.
But, at long last, I felt truly guilty.
So, perhaps, I will find redemption one day.
poem by David Keig
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How Are You, My Friend?
It happens very often
When someone on another side of the Earth
Suddenly stops your crazy race
Asking such a simple question:
How are you my friend?
Instantly it becomes warmer
Hearing those kind words
And a series of depressing days
Breaks into the sunny rays.
A happy smile creeps up your face,
Everyone you would like to embrace.
You were almost on the edge of crying,
But a minute of warmth saved you,
The happy man they’ve made you.
You feel confidence in yourself,
You know that someone feels you,
You are not like a dusty book on the shelf,
You know that someone needs you.
Kind words create your emotions,
They show your dears devotion.
I am thankful for all those
Who can see my mental state.
I would like here to propose
Kind words in speech create
As they never irritate.
Say compliments! They make us happy,
They make us snappy.
Kind words our hearts soften.
So, say them often!
Do not delay but say:
How are you my friend?
I’ll be with you up to the end.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
The 10th of April,2011
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Sweet Lil Gal (23rd/1st)
Fair haired gal
You got a sister that's mean
Hanging around the cigarette machine
But when I'm lonely she makes me feel nice
When I'm lonely she makes me feel nice
Steals my shirt, makes me hurt
In the field where my plane went down
In the field where my plane went down
Sweet lil gal
Sweet lil gal
Everything's gold when she comes to me
Lay there for days on the floor with my things
But when you're lonely she makes me feel nice
When you're lonely she makes me feel nice
Steals my shirt
23rd and 1st
In the field where my plane went down
In the field where my plane went down
Sweet lil gal.
Sweet lil gal.
song performed by by Ryan Adams
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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
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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