Rzhepicks(2)
Do not protest!
As it’s the best!
After doing nothing
To have a good rest.
***
A soul wants a picture,
An ass - an adventure.
***
I am always polite,
And think I am right.
When I send him to hell
I always recall and ask
If he is well.
***
There is something absolutely English
In the words like Polish, Spanish, Turkish…..
***
Take it as a rule:
Break pregnancy
Before the intimacy.
***
Alcohol kills slowly.
Don’t worry!
I am not in a hurry.
***
Pessimist thinks all women are whores.
Optimist that statement adores.
***
His bladder works like a good clock
But … without alarm it’s a shock.
***
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
January the 18th,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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Hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up!
Hurry up to fall in love!
Be surprised how beautiful it is!
Hurry up to speak of love!
Realize that these words can anyone please.
To give yourself to others –
What happiness it is!
All people are sisters and brothers
Take care of friendship, please!
Don’t hide the feelings of admiration!
It’s a foundation of love creation.
Use your brain but more imagination
If you want to find the right station.
Hurry up to be needed by someone!
Don’t suffer of senseless doubts!
Everyone on the Earth needs love,
No one wants the bailouts.
Hurry up to mourn and even to cry!
Those are forlorn whose eyes are always dry.
With every breath the time runs out,
Every moment of life is a gift beyond any doubt.
Don’t break the harmony of life
For the only sake of a strife.
Have a look at the situation twice or even thrice
You will find for sure a compromise.
Hurry up to love the rain and the snow!
Hurry up to love everything that grow!
Hurry up to love the hot and the cold
Hurry up to love the young and the old.
Hurry up to live in winter and summer!
Find the beauty in autumn and spring!
Appreciate a farmer who works hard
And…present you a pumpkin on Halloween.
Hurry up to listen and hear!
Feel the souls of those who are dear!
Hurry up and be happy today!
Nothing for tomorrow delay!
Summing up I repeat again:
Hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up!
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 22nd of December,2011
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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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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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Your Love
Your love is a beautiful grin,
Your love is a star in my arm,
Your love is a voice of the violin,
It gives my life such a charm.
Your love is a sparkling diamond,
A diamond which do not need polish,
Your love is a beautiful island,
With each day it only flourish.
Your love is a paradise with angels,
It makes me feel always young,
Your love for me is just happiness
With love songs being high-strung.
Your love is like a fresh wind,
Your love is like the sunshine,
It warms my sensitive skin,
It cools me in the hot time.
I don’t need wine to be drunk,
I have your love to be sunk.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
January the 3rd,2011
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The Day Of Grief And Sorrow
The day of grief and sorrow was yesterday.
Another friend of ours had passed away.
It’s impossible to express in words how our hearts pain,
But we all swear, the memory about him will remain.
He was reliable and life he loved so passionately,
Up to the end he was faithful and friendly.
He was his family support and our coach
Without fear, without reproach.
He could be friends with dignity,
His death for us all is a big calamity.
They say that sky takes the best.
Goodbye forever and let your soul be blessed,
You have found the eternal rest.
Let your soul rest in peace,
The prayer we say and the last bow is on the knees.
Without you here will be less sun,
No more songs you have sung.
Vale of suffering, grief and separation,
There is no one who could be your cogitation.
But death doesn’t ask our permission.
It stops the fuss and makes its own decision.
It’s not in our power anything to change.
With death we can’t take revenge.
We can now only pray and ask God to forgive his sins.
In another eternal world his soul’s life begins.
God! Bless him on the way to the love undying!
God! Clear the sky for his soul flying!
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
January the 30th,2011
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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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Once Upon A Time In America
It was a cold January morning,
all around looked a bit boring.
In Washington’s subway
was the beginning of the ordinary day.
Everyone was in a hurry,
they didn’t want to worry
and didn’t pay attention
to the man I would like here to mention.
The passer-bys didn’t clap
to the man wearing jeans and baseball cap.
They all looked at the clock,
so that to get in time for their work.
It was not a tradition
to listen to a street musician.
That man played his violin.
He didn’t try to win.
He was in his own skin.
Would you like to know?
It was certainly not a show.
But…he played
the most beautiful works of art,
the best musical compositions.
Those sounds could touch anyone’s heart
if they were played in another condition.
Now, I would like to tell.
That man was Joshua Bell,
the famous American violinist.
He didn’t persist on subway’s stage,
He was not in a rage for earning 32 dollars,
playing only 45 minutes.
For a street player it’s a good salary,
considering the USA country.
But…you know what?
There is something I forgot.
Two days before
His salary was insanely more.
For the concert in Boston it was a million
because he was really brilliant.
But…in Washington’s subway
Everyone went away
without hearing his play.
Here is my comment.
It was an experiment
suggested by Washington Post.
I don’t know it’s cost
but I know quite well
we do not hear even the church bell.
We are blind and deaf
And it’s the biggest grief.
One man from that subway’s crowd had said:
He played too loud.
©Larisa Rzhepiahevska
The 5th of March,2011
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If you are a good lad
Every child should call you dad.
***
I will not give up drinking
But I will go on thinking
If I should give up smoking.
***
Everyone has to know,
Our life is not a show.
If you chose a husband or a wife
If you want to enjoy your life
She or he has to be your life partner
And not your life owner.
***
After drinking Russian vodka
An Englishman from Yorkshire dialect
Has broken into debauchire dialect.
***
After drinking whisky
Some men are so frisky,
But some are so boring,
All night snoring.
***
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
January the 15th,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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If a man (a woman) is wise
He (she) will marry trice.
The first one has to be rich,
The second one has to be beautiful,
The third one just intelligent.
But! It could be nice
If you don’t follow my advice.
***
If you don’t want to spend your money for little Willie
Don’t be silly and protect your willy.
Children ask where from the things appear.
Parents ask where the things disappear.
***
He was a man of my dream
Until the time I found out his dream.
***
The world is boring for boring people.
***
The less you know – the better you sleep,
The more you know – the better you eat.
***
Oh, darling! You are the best out of the rest.
I will explain. Yesterday I was convinced in it again.
***
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
January the 10th,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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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
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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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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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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You are a good poet
If you know more
Than one word
Which rhymes with ‘luck’.
***
You are so naïve
If you believe
He will stop thinking
About drinking
If he has nothing to eat.
***
The best part of her soul is her breast.
***
Forget you? It’s impossible.
I have to remember you first.
***
She has found a coin in her bed.
It was pleasant to know
That someone wants to come back.
***
A bright idea has come into his head.
It has come and died in loneliness.
***
It’s cheaper to pay.
***
©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)
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A pessimist is a man who thinks all women are bad. An optimist is one who hopes they are.
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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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