It was the dark night
It was the dark night,
the 31st of October.
Shakespeare didn’t sleep.
His thoughts were so deep.
He waited for a witch to come
to finish his drama,
to find the conception
of love deception.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
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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
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That's My Odessa
Odessa.
Early morning.
Sonia is yawning.
Her dressing gown is satiny.
This night was just a symphony
in a company of her Antonie.
She was sure he was her destiny.
All they did was in such a harmony.
With those thoughts she went to the balcony.
But … suddenly she has heard a noise.
It sounded with an irony.
It was her neighbor's voice.
Listen, Sonia!
Are you sick?
At night I saw the doctor
leaving your place so quick.
Do you have anything chronic?
Oh, dear Bella!
What are you talking about?
I am not a Cinderella,
but would like to be logic.
You have to admit that…
your tongue is a culprit.
One day you'll pay for it.
And now I'll tell you more:
When that colonel your place parted
I didn't shout that the war had already started.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 10th of September,2012
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To the Creator
You are with me in grief and happiness,
You are with me in joy and loneliness,
You are the One who gives me shelter and support,
You are my love and my reward.
You are the beginning of all and the end,
There is no one you ever offend.
You are my consolation,
You are my celebration,
You are my light
In the dark night.
In my perishable heart
I find the answers with your help,
You tell me which door to open,
You tell me how to dwell.
You tell me:
The sense of life is in one word:
Trust,
You tell me:
Don’t fuss, be cussed!
I can see my reflection in my children,
It means I am needed on this Land.
Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
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If
If your shirt has no button
and your trousers are roughen,
if your jacket is so crushed
and your carpet needs a brush,
if you can’t find a clotheshorse
and all the time curse
There is only one way out:
to marry or divorce.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
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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
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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
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At night
A woman who drives a car at night
Can shine as the moonlight.
You will notice her by all means.
But… it seems
She will not notice you,
You will not have time to skew.
The result you know –
Blow, carburettor’s flow, tow….
So?
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
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A man has to know
A man has to know how to cook, to sew and knit
And may be to iron a bit.
But it’s only in one case
Which you have to face.
Even saying “honey”
He doesn’t know how to earn money.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
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I love you
My heart feels your mood,
you are understood,
my heart feels every sigh of yours,
of course, I am just a moment in your life,
but… you can cut it with your knife.
Perhaps, I will never touch your skin,
but… I know what you mean.
Perhaps, I will never know
if your love would grow.
Perhaps we shall never feel
the warmth of our hands,
perhaps we shall never be together
On the beautiful land,
but… memories about me
you won’t be able to erase.
My image will chase you everywhere,
and don’t even try
to compare me with someone else,
as you’ll loose your own image
and will go to hells.
I’ll be everywhere:
in your thoughts and dreams,
and it seems everywhere around
but…sorry to say that: not found.
May be one day we shall meet,
but…when I see you
my heart will bleed.
And what about yours?
Of course, in a big crowd,
in the amount of millions
you won’t hear my voice,
you won’t see my eyes,
you won’t recognize
the one who really loved you,
the one who really entrusted you,
the one who didn’t want to say adieu
but… to say only three words;
I love you!
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
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What is the difference between....?
What is the difference between black and white?
What is the difference between day and night?
What is the difference between love and hate?
What is the difference between a woman and a mate?
The answers seem to be so easy
as the difference between to be free and to be busy.
But! Can you tell me the difference between a lie and a truth?
Can you tell me the difference between old age and youth?
Will you tell me the difference between a grant and a sob?
If you don’t know this difference you can flop.
I would like to know the difference between wrong and right,
I would like to know the difference between a war and a fight.
If you know the answers please, write.
It will be interesting to know your opinion,
And may be I will find it to be brilliant.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
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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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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
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A Swan-Song
Hush! Grey haired love has come.
No need to drum.
Rush! It turns into a poem,
with much of wisdom.
Taste! It's not a lime.
Don't waste your time!
Sweep! The feelings are so deep,
they are in words, in dreams, in eyes…,
they are looking for a paradise.
Take! But…those feelings have no brakes,
they are not calm like lakes,
they are the highest waves of the ocean
with passion and devotion.
Well! Where is the bell to tell
that it's a swan-song
which everyone would like to prolong?
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
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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)
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The dreamers
We have thought up each other
Once to meet and realize
You can be the only lover,
Intelligent and so wise.
You and I are so romantic
We can’t live without love dreams,
Only love protects from panic,
Only love can give us wings.
We don’t need riches and gold,
Reciprocity of feelings is a reward,
Our love for us is gold
Given to us by our Lord.
We are both the dreamers,
Let them say we are just mad.
But how much I love your touches
And never feel with you so sad.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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I Would Like
How much I would like
to slow the running life,
to stop this crazy race,
to talk with nature heart to heart,
to meet with dreamland face to face.
How much I would like
to stop the meaningless fussy life,
to stop the useless windmills strife,
to give way out of all my doubts,
to clean the sky from rainy clouds.
How much I would like
to give a free way to my thoughts,
to let them dance that magic waltz,
to let my soul a free flight,
to love, to dream at day and night.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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For every woman
For every woman my advice:
It is certainly nice
to read Kama Sutra,
to know who was Palaliputra.
But… when your husband is hungry
You better be in a hurry
And take another book
which tells you how to cook.
After a good and tasty meal
he will satisfy your will.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Don't Touch My Heart!
Don’t touch my heart!
It is broken.
There is no love in it.
I have closed it.
No one dares to see it bleeding,
no one knows its needing.
Love bullet crashed it in pieces,
but I will never fall on my knees.
My heart is not feigning,
the scars are still paining,
but I will never cry,
I will never stand a lie.
There is no love in my heart,
but there is a hope for a new start.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
29/9 2010
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 on diet
I’ll put on diet my fattish ass
So that the doorway I could pass.
I’ll do some exercises to lose weight
As fat asses I just hate.
I would like to look a model of super class
Or may be like a slander lass.
I know it’s too bad to amass fat,
But…while rhyming this couplet
I am looking at an apple pie
And a big saliva appears in my eye.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
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