Rzhepicks(8)
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.
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The best part of her soul is her breast.
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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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If you are a good lad
Every child should call you dad.
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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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World Poetry Day
In the starry darkness of the night sky
The inspired poet’s rhymes fly.
They are quietly dreaming to live in a book,
For everyone to see the poet’s outlook.
Poet’s stanzas freely fly as rhymed constellation,
Spreading the light of the poet’s inspiration.
So, today, on World Poetry Day, my congratulations
To all those who know the sense of trochee and pentameter,
Who would like to see our Earth as a safe shelter,
Who are married to the muse and are never confused
To write and to show, even in a gloomy day, the bright way.
I therefore wish to all the poets:
Do not lose your inspiration!
Lyric is your revelation!
Let the round dance of words
Live with you as a favor of Gods!
Express yourself for Humanity
In the moments of creativity.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
The 21st of March,2011
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Words
So many words are there in our speech,
they can be very poor, they can be rich.
No one can be indifferent to their meaning
as they are alive and express your feeling.
Spoken word is not just a sound,
it can’t be found on the ground,
it’s always in your head, sometimes in your soul.
When it is spoken it becomes a parole.
A word is an energy of your spirit,
it was presented to you by God, it’s His merit.
A word is a tool of communication,
A word is a source of information.
“A word spoken is past recalling”.
Strolling all around it can’t be found,
returned back and kept in your sack.
“The pen is mightier than the sword”,
that was told about a written word.
Words, words, words………………
They are love and seduction,
each one with a certain function.
They are wonders of sin
and songs of education.
They are salvation, temptation, affectation…
They can be an executioner,
they can be the owner of a whiner.
A word can be a treatment,
It helps when you are ill.
A kind word is better than a pill.
But…there are words that just kill.
They sound like a horrible drill.
Words, words, words…………
They are triumph and defeat,
They can be pleasant and sweet.
At the end of my message
I would like everyone to acknowledge:
Each word has a strength
and it doesn’t depend on its length.
So, think before saying a word,
as it is quite well heard even by walls,
it touches someone’s soul,
it shouldn’t be a wicked foul.
“Better the foot to slip than the tongue”.
And… there is no exception for the young.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
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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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Poet's Soul
I read the poet's souls in the poems,
I read the poet's inner world.
Pulse beats louder, then duller,
And all my doubts are just hurled.
The sadness sometimes a kiss cover,
Then suddenly curled at my feet,
Giving the whole body a heat,
The warmth of a true lover.
Fever passes through nervous points,
Chill runs through the whole body,
I read the poet's souls in the poems,
And feel that the soul is haughty.
I delve into the words and their nature,
Understanding destroys the walls,
Now I would like to capture
The main idea and the poems calls.
I read and my joy is in full swing,
My own soul gets the wings,
I am ready to fly with the singer,
Like me the poet is a swinger.
I am with that one who dared
To plunge into the holy spring naked,
I am with that one who shared
An inspiration and was not faked.
I read the poet's souls in the poems.
But do I read the souls of reality or dream?
Let's deem that no one here and there lies,
And the law of poetry is always precise.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 4th of April,2012
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Don't say a word about him! (Russian romance)
Don't say a word about him!
The days of love I still remember.
He's only one to be confessed
My heart is broken and forever.
Oh, don't say a word about him!
Don't say a word about him!
He is to blame that I am sad
I stopped believing in anybody
I'm so lonely in my heart
And I am tired to be young.
Please, don't say a word about him!
Don't say a word about him!
Why you remind about him?
I can't forget the days I loved him.
All in the past, the past has gone
That's why I'm shedding lonely tears.
Please, don't say a word about him!
Don't say a word about him!
He is to blame, but if he would
Come back and love me as he did
I would forget the past as a dream
And never say a word against him.
Oh! ! ! Just tell me more about him!
Just tell me more about him!
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A soul wants a picture,
An ass wants an adventure.
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It’s so nice
To know your own price.
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She is so smart and cute
When she is mute.
***
Have you seen a cat
Who cares about a rat?
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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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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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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
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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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I Remember You
I remember you
I remember me
I remember
I remember how things used to be
I remember every word that you said
I remember, how could I forget
I remember, I remember you
(I remember, I remember)
I remember you
I remember your old address
And I remember
How could I forget
I remember thinking how my luck changed
I remember being so amazed
I remember, I remember you
(I remember, I remember)
I remember, I remember you
(I remember, I remember)
I remember you
I remember me
I remember
The way things used to be
I remember how it was that we met
I remember, I will never forget
I remember, I remember you
(I remember, I remember)
I remember, I remember you
(I remember, I remember)
I remember, I remember you
(I remember, I remember)
I remember, I remember you
(I remember, I remember)
I remember, I remember you
...
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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
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I Know Where The Soul Is
May be it sounds strange
But I know where the soul is.
The skeptics I won’t change.
Let them freely breathe!
My soul is the palm size,
It’s somewhere near the heart.
I feel it when it cries,
It doesn’t want with me to part.
I feel it when it’s full of joy,
It can overcome all troubles.
It tells me: Life enjoy!
It’s worthy of all the jewels.
At those happy moments it flies,
Puts the words into music,
All around it shines,
Fine art for it is so esthetic!
In my dreams it becomes a bird.
Happy soul is above the clouds.
It observes the whole world,
Poetic soul between the quiets and the louds.
But if you shoot this bird,
A soul has a risk not to return.
I give you my word,
Another world it will fly to learn.
And if a soul is wounded,
It will rush, getting the scars,
From the wicked world,
More trusting the stars.
Don’t shoot the birds!
They can be someones souls.
One day your soul can be that wounded bird
Shot by the wicked soul.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 20th of August,2011
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How much we would love to say....
How much we would like to say.
How little we say in reality.
How often we are afraid
And hide our souls in vanity.
How seldom we speak with each other
Because we are always in a hurry.
We make just a short breather
Thinking of our own worries.
How little we give the warmth
To those who badly need it,
Thinking of our own life storms
Write a short chit and forget it.
Wouldn’t it be better
To look at each others faces,
To ask questions that matter
And not to live as on the races.
Wouldn’t it be better for all
To see each others souls,
To break the indifferent wall
And make it the main goal.
Wouldn’t it be better if we start to speak
And tell the things we wanted to tell,
But we are still so tired and weak
And hide our souls in our own shells.
Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
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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
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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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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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
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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If someone is talented
He or she is talented in all.
The same with the idiots.
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-Granny! How can I get to the hospital?
-You just tell me one more time ‘granny’.
***
Why are you looking at me
As your parents are not at home?
***
If you have found a woman of your dream
You can say fair well to your other dreams.
***
Why are you looking at me
As you have no place to go to bed?
***
It’s so difficult to be kind
When all around are blind.
***
©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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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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