My Elixir
I will make an elixir now.
Will you ask me how?
It's such a simple science!
A bottle of reliance,
Another one with love and peace,
One more of trust love to increase.
I'll mix all that with magic spoon,
My elixir is going to be ready soon.
And…to complete this picture
I'll sing a song to my mixture.
How to take this elixir.
Five drops a day will be enough
As it's the strongest staff.
Only one warning here:
You have to be sincere
And do not mix the drops with beer.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
September 6th 2012
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My favourite song
Listen if you want,
I’ll sing you a song,
It’s my favorite one,
The song about love;
About love that lasts
For ever and ever long.
In the melody of this song
I’ll open the door to my soul
And without any parole
You’ll hear the words,
They belong to the only one,
Who means the world to me,
The one I would to love to live with happily,
The one my heart longs for,
The one I am on the right shore.
This song is about my flights
In the very blue sky.
This song is about my swims
In the seas and oceans
On the big waves,
Waves of passion and love emotions.
Come on! Sing with me this song!
If you want to know
How real love grows
Come on! Go!
Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
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Why?
Life is not a tale.
You can many times fail.
Life is a science.
It's your reliance.
If you all the time learn
you will certainly earn
the knowledge you need
so that your life to feed.
You can be joyful and cry
and million times to ask:
WHY?
Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
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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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Dreams
We go to bed with a dream,
We get up with a dream.
All our life we strive for a dream.
All our life we dream.
It’s beautiful to live with a dream,
Though sometimes we suffer.
There are moments we scream
And life seems to be a tougher.
We all dream to achieve a goal.
Our dream is an elixir of longevity.
It’s an elixir for our undying soul,
It’s Gods gift and His charity.
The one who can dream survive,
A dream widens the world,
That one always feels alive.
Inside the brain a dream unfurls.
Calendars are just ruthless,
But we are still proud of our age.
Even being toothless (ha ha)
We dream to perform on a stage.
The book of life I cherish,
I try to reach my dream.
My soul makes it garish
And strive for another dream.
May be my dream won’t come true
As devil hurts sometimes
But the beautiful picture I drew
Will be the bells chimes.
So, dream, my dear friend,
Up to the last breath, up to the end!
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
February 15,2011
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Red And Brown
- Why do you always wear the red shirt?
- They assert that…it’s to avert the fright of seeing blood
when I am wounded.
I am quite salted and not a crud.
- Now I understand your point of view.
Looking at you a picture I drew:
You always wear the brown trousers
for not having any moral traumas.
The outflow of your shit nothing will show,
But ….only your crow.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 7th of January,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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Do You Believe Me?
Do you believe me?
I do.
Give me your hand, we’ll fly.
I’ll help you, I do not lie.
Wait! We are not in a hurry!
And… I am afraid.
Don’t worry! I am your aide.
I am scared. Hold me tight
And never let me go!
I’ll be forever with you,
You have to know.
Do you love me?
Be honest!
I do. I am the maddest
And would like to tell you the truth:
From my very early youth
I was afraid to fly.
May be because I was too shy?
But you inspire confidence in me.
Now I can see,
Together we can do anything.
I love you too and it’s true.
Now look! I am flying.
With the birds I am vying.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 11th of September,2011
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Formula of Love
Man's logic is so illustrative and simple,
He thinks he is so nimble.
Remembering the words of the great Pushkin:
"The less we love a woman the more she likes us",
He is neither in a hurry nor in a fuss
To express his feelings and…. Alas!
There is nothing more here to discuss
From the attitudes of the poetic lyrics.
Pushkin's words are not yardsticks.
The times have changed
Everything has been rearranged.
Today a woman would say:
"The less you love me the more I'll love the other men."
Hey, man! A woman is not a hen. Do you understand?
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
March 26th,2012
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The Formula of Love
Man's logic is so illustrative and simple,
He thinks he is so nimble.
Remembering the words of the great Pushkin:
"The less we love a woman the more she likes us",
He is neither in a hurry nor in a fuss
To express his feelings and…. Alas!
There is nothing more here to discuss
From the attitudes of the poetic lyrics.
Pushkin's words are not yardsticks.
The times have changed
Everything has been rearranged.
Today a woman would say:
"The less you love me the more I'll love the other men."
Hey, man! A woman is not a hen. Do you understand?
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
March 26th,2012
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I am sinful...
I am sinful, not trying to be saint,
Just want to live, not to complain.
I am a woman with a feminine beauty,
Just want to love, not to be snooty.
I can be giddy, behave as I am a queen,
But with an open soul say what I mean.
Down on earth I am, not in paradise
I get what I give, this I well realize.
I see the richness in the sun and the rain
Don't like pittance, truth is the main.
Avoiding a scam, I am going my way,
I am as I am and as such I will stay.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 15th of August,2012
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I Am Going My Way
I am sinful, not trying to be saint,
Just want to live, not to complain.
I am a woman with a feminine beauty,
Just want to love, not to be snooty.
I can be giddy, behave as I am a queen,
But with an open soul say what I mean.
Down on earth I am, not in paradise
I get what I give, this I well realize.
I see the richness in the sun and the rain
Don't like pittance, truth is the main.
Avoiding a scam, I am going my way,
I am as I am and as such I will stay.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 15th of August,2012
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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
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Smile!
The anguish in your eyes?
Change the lenses!
The winter in your heart?
Fill the light! Be smart!
Someone betrayed you?
Says: Don't love you?
Forgive that hurt!
It's just a bullshit.
You are feeling nervous?
Drink tea with sweet honey!
You won't buy health for money.
Your days are blue and gray?
Take the guitar and play!
Greet every new day with a smile!
Anything that happens
It's just for a while.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 3rd of February,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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I don't write poems
I don't write poems,
I drink them like wine,
I become tipsy
with each coming line.
I don't write poems,
I breathe them like air,
I become so happy
when each one I share.
I don't write poems,
I live with them;
they prolong my years,
they are as true as I am.
I don't write poems,
I weave into verses
sadness, joy, tears,
prayers, love, curses…
My poems talk and sing,
Sense of living they bring.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
26th of April,2012
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My Crazy September Love
This autumn is so sweet,
it gives me so many presents,
this autumn is my best award,
this autumn is my golden lord.
I am lost in this warm September,
my love looks like ember,
but only with tender touch
it turns into a fire and burns much.
May be it’s my last flight,
so, I will hold it very tight.
I will not wait for the spring,
I would love in this autumn to sing.
This autumn is so lucky and crazy,
my lord calls me “my daisy”,
my lord calls me “my dove”.
Thank you my crazy September love.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
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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
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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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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
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The Autumn Is Coming
The autumn is coming,
The August is charming,
But the rain often darkens the sky,
And I know, you certainly love me
As I once long ago loved you.
Why the yearning
Is burning inside you?
Why are you so sad when with me?
Why in August the dreams
Can't be sweet as in spring?
The rowan is reddish
But not for the anguish
Rain drops knock at the window today
What a pity that some grievances
Can't be forgotten by loving hearts.
Not in vain
The yearning is burning,
Not in vain you are sad when with me
As in August the dreams are not real,
They come true in the earliest spring.
The autumn is coming,
The August is charming,
But the rain often darkens the sky,
And I know, you certainly love me
As I once long ago loved you.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 28th of August,2012
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