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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

poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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If I Were a Queen

Three lasses in the evening dresses
were dreaming near the fire place.
With such a grace the first lass said:
If I were a queen I would weave a beautiful carpet
you had never seen before
and much much more.
I would like to confess, - said the second lass,
If I were a queen,
I would dance and sing for my king.”
If I were a queen, - said the third one,
I would give birth to five sons,
our life could be such a fun.
The moral of this fable:
Any lass is able
to become an enchantress
if she is loved by a king.
She can dance and sing,
she can move mountains,
make beautiful fountains,
fill the world with flowers
if she gets a queen’s powers.

©Larisa Rzhepishevska
November the 8th,2010

poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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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

poem by 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

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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I was always sure....

I was always sure that….
Tomorrow will come.
I’ve heard it from my mum.
That was in old days.
Today those bright rays
Happened to be in a haze.

Today I am a little bit confused.
My childish insurance is reduced.

I am not sure in tomorrow.
I thank God if it doesn’t bring me sorrow.
I’ve stopped looking for the truth.
What’s the use?
All around is only leis,
I can’t find any compromise.

Who can tell me how to live?
Who can tell me whom to believe?

I came to the conclusion and….
I think I am not an exclusion,
In this mad and crazy world.
This confusion hurled an invocation
To the reality of modern life:
Be happy! Do not strive!

I would love to live, to survive
I can see now: There is no use to dive as

You will not find anything on the bottom,
Only mud and silt,
You won’t find any balsam,
But only a feeling of a gilt.
Which was built today, but …not for tomorrow,
In absolutely different way.

The church bells are ringing, it’s good.
But…I am not singing, as …I am not understood.

©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 20th of December,2011

poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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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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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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The night I will always remember

Wednesday night at nine thirty
Terror sailed into my city.
I will always, always remember,
The night of 26th November

Gripped with fear, panic and despair…
Grenades and bullets in the air.
I will always, always remember,
The night of 26th November

Tourists slaughtered on their vacation
Everyday folk massacred on a railway station
I will always, always remember,
The night of 26th November

Babies slaughtered in their mother’s womb
Five star hotels have become a mass tomb
I will always, always remember,
The night of 26th November

Children orphaned, a rabbi dead
Terrorists feeling no regret
I will always, always remember,
The night of 26th November

Brave hearts butchered, lives in disarray
One night that lasted three whole days
I will always, always remember,
The night of 26th November

My city is battered
My faith in every politician, shattered
I will always, always remember,
The night of 26th November

poem by Sherrie Marker
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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

poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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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

poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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The talk

There was a dialogue between two drunken men;

Look! It’s not my fork!

How can I eat this pork?

The glass is also not mine.

How can I dine?

The answer was:

You are a fool!

The fork is not the main tool.

Eat with the help of your hands,

Just as the flans.

Eat and drink!

Don’t be a fink!

The food and drinks are yours,

That is what everyone adores.

Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)

poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Your Eyes

As only I look into your eyes
my soul truly realize
how much I love you.
Your eyes intoxicate,
I don’t exaggerate,
they are my fate.
They give me inspiration
and love sensation.
They give the rise to my imagination,
they give the rise to love temptation.
Your eyes attract,
Your eyes inspire,
My loving heart is just on fire.
My life becomes a celebration,
your eyes are just the revelation of love.
How much I starve!
How much I long
to kiss those two angels!
They are my visuals
of the whole universe.
And in my verse I say:
they are the source of light,
they shine so bright.
The stars are in your eyes.
In them I never see the lies.
They are my inspiration,
They are the God’s creation.

©Larisa Rzhepishevska
November 6th,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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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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My Depression

Yesterday I made you upset
Today I feel so ungrateful
Tomorrow I'll say I'm sorry

Yesterday I was alone
Today I analyse why
Tomorrow I'll try and forget

Yesterday I said nasty things
Today I cant remember a word
Tomorrow I'll make it up to you

Yesterday I had no energy
Today I'm told I'm lazy
Tomorrow I need to search for motivation

Yesterday I said goodbye
Today I walked out of your life
Tomorrow I'll just have happy memories

poem by Heather Clark
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Be happy!

Don't promise me a paradise!

Don't promise!

Don't tempt by crazy dreams!

Please, don't!

Don't tell me you will miss!

Just give a farewell kiss.

Forget about tomorrow!

It doesn't exist.

Forget about yesterday!

It's brought a sorrow.

You still persist?

We are guilty without a sin.

You give me a sarcastic grin?

Oh, don't make a din!

I'll pay for it myself,

you think about life yourself,

it's worthy for itself.

Don't call me back

in the evening of the day!

On the very brink of the precipice

I'll say: I forgive you.

I'll pray and will go my way.

But... anyway... Be happy!

poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Today - the Yesterday of Tomorrow

today is the yesterday
of tomorrow
today is also the tomorrow
of yesterday

yesterday was the today
of the then tomorrow

tomorrow which is the now today
is the tomorrow of yesterday

what is yesterday's yesterday?
what is the today of today?

what will be the tomorrow of tomorrow?

yesterday made today
today is creating tomorrow
the now today will be the
yesterday of the incoming tomorrow
and that tomorrow will become today

but tomorrow is yet unknown

for there is no today without yesterday
and no yesterday without today

but tomorrow will be unknown

from wired thoughts
marchanism.com

poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
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Let's Live! Let's Love!

Let's live, let's love and even wonder!
Let's cry, let's laugh and trust!
Let's hope for the best and even blunder,
Forgive, believe and do be just!

Let's just admire fields, the sky and dew!
And if it's hard do not give up but fight!
Go ahead, tomorrow you'll all renew,
Without fright as truth is always right.

Let's be honest when communicating,
Honest in words, actions and deeds!
Let's firmly believe, without doubting,
To live a real life and not in dreams.

Let's be honest when you are mistaken,
Honest with jealousy, cheats and lies!
Let's live, let's love and dream when awake,
Spread wings when your soul flies!

Larisa Rzhepishevska
The 10th of June,2012

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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Remember Yesterday

Can you tell me why
It seems so hard to carry on
When you hear a voice
From long ago, so bittersweet
Even though I try, I can not
Read between the lines
You know I tried,
Oh, yes, I tried, whats wrong
Too late to turn back time
To look over my shoulder
Maybe one day ill return again
Remember yesterday
And think about tomorrow
But you have to live today
Oh, lonely yesterday
Dont leave me with the sorrow
Cause I have to live today
Every morning I awake
To see the newborn day
To carry on the flame
Until the end of time
Too late to turn back time
To look over my shoulder
Maybe one day ill return again
Remember yesterday
And think about tomorrow
But you have to live today
Oh, lonely yesterday
Dont leave me with the sorrow
Cause I have to live today
Oh, oh, oh, dont you step aside
And pretend about the future
Oh, oh, oh, never live a lie
Dont you know tomorrow never comes
Remember yesterday
And think about tomorrow
But you have to live today
Oh, lonely yesterday
Dont leave me with the sorrow
Cause I have to live today
Oh, oh, oh, dont you step aside
And pretend about the future
Oh, oh, oh, never live a lie
Dont you know tomorrow never comes

song performed by by Hammerfall
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