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
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Shine! Shine my star! (Russian romance)
Shine and shine my loving star!
My shining star, my greeting star.
You are the one and cherished only one,
I'll never have another one.
And when the bright night comes down to the ground
So many stars are in the sky
But you're the one, my star, my beauty star,
You shine in gratifying rays.
The star of hope, the star of paradise,
The star of love and magic days.
You'll always be unsetting star of mine,
My soul will long for you and chase.
And all my life lights up with strength of yours,
Your rays are bright and give me light.
And if I die you shine above the grave
Just shine and shine my loving star!
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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The stars connects the human hearts...
The stars connect the humans’ hearts,
their destinies are in the skies.
The Earths’ world is filled with sparks,
the souls light reflects in eyes.
And if an anger is in your heart,
the stars become so pale in soul.
The whole world becomes an art
when love and peace are as a whole.
Stars shine brightly with no fears,
even when it is crazy fall in August.
They fall on the Earth with angel tears
when saint feelings are turned to dust.
Our destiny gives a choice:
to live in harmony or wonder in the darkness.
So, please, my dears, listen to its voice!
You’ll come for sure to its brightness.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
22/9 2010
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Once Upon A Time....
Under the moonlight in the park
Young lovers had an evening walk.
His muscles you could see in the dark,
She was like a thin fragile stalk.
All the time the guy talked.
For a bet he crossed the bay
And it was on a stormy day.
He fought with the devils stream,
He heard the petrels scream.
How brave you are- she said,
If it were me I would be dead
For any money I wouldn't cross that bay
I am a terrible cowered - she wanted to say.
But he interrupted her, kissed and said:
You are my dearest sparrow-coward.
The stars were shining like silver nails
Ready to tell them fairy tales.
But all of a sudden as from the ground
Two strange figures of men appeared
No one else was around and…
The young man felt as if he was bound.
One of the strangers who was eared slowly neared.
You, chicks! Money, earrings, watches…Quick!
And the other one showed a knife saying:
Money or your young life?
The lad quickly took off his watch
And felt something wet in his crotch.
But it was not the same with the lass
She was outraged by this sass.
She stepped ahead and loudly said:
Damn fascist you are!
You are an enemy without breast,
You are looking for an arrest.
I don't care about your knife
You dirty scoundrel! I will strive for life!
If I die you'll be sentenced to death
If I stay alive you won't go too far,
You'll be found even in a jar.
She looked straight into his eyes
And the man felt that she didn't say lies.
He was embarrassed and said to the second one:
To hell with them! It looks as if she is a bomb.
Two figures disappeared round the corner,
Both of them looking like mourners.
Under the moonlight in the park
The stars now were dark.
A young couple walked,
You couldn't hear them talk.
He was a guy with a sportsman's figure,
She was a cowardly girl.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 8th of March,2012
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Under The Moonlight In The Park
Under the moonlight in the park
Young lovers had an evening walk.
His muscles you could see in the dark,
She was like a thin fragile stalk.
All the time the guy talked.
For a bet he crossed the bay
And it was on a stormy day.
He fought with the devils stream,
He heard the petrels scream.
How brave you are- she said,
If it were me I would be dead
For any money I wouldn't cross that bay
I am a terrible coward - she wanted to say.
But he interrupted her, kissed and said:
You are my dearest sparrow-coward.
The stars were shining like silver nails
Ready to tell them fairy tales.
But all of a sudden as from the ground
Two strange figures of men appeared
No one else was around and…
The young man felt as if he was bound.
One of the strangers who was eared slowly neared.
You, chicks! Money, earrings, watches…Quick!
And the other one showed a knife saying:
Money or your young life?
The lad quickly took off his watch
And felt something wet in his crotch.
But it was not the same with the lass
She was outraged by this sass.
She stepped ahead and loudly said:
Damn fascist you are!
You are an enemy without breast,
You are looking for an arrest.
I don't care about your knife
You dirty scoundrel! I will strive for life!
If I die you'll be sentenced to death
If I stay alive you won't go too far,
You'll be found even in a jar.
She looked straight into his eyes
And the man felt that she didn't say lies.
He was embarrassed and said to the second one:
To hell with them! It looks as if she is a bomb.
Two figures disappeared round the corner,
Both of them looking like mourners.
Under the moonlight in the park
The stars now were dark.
A young couple walked,
You couldn't hear them talk.
He was a guy with a sportsman's figure,
She was a cowardly girl.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 8th of March,2012
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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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
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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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
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Holy September
A kiss on the lips of today
For stepping into tommorow.
The blinds are closed for now.
Don't sell yourself for sorrow.
Oh! Precious my september.
Begins with all the stars.
Buses from the summer.
In september driving cars.
Praising my september.
Praising all my needs.
Sends me to tomorrow.
September grows my seeds.
Officers of my journey.
With love inside the day.
The tolerance of my wonder.
The tolerence of my dismay.
Nestled in september.
You've wakened from those dreams.
Oh holy, my september.
The cloth around my seams.
September shines around me,
Like the sun onto my day.
September my september.
Is there any other way?
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Believe In Your Star
Live…Breathe…Believe in your star…
It is with you wherever you are,
It never leaves you for a moment,
The saint light is in its current.
In storms it helps to reach the land,
Its warmth it gives to you my friend,
It cherish you and gives you strength,
It leads you through the whole life length.
It lights up your soul when it pains,
It brightens up your days when rains.
It gives the warmth to your heart,
It shows you the right way to start.
Until the last breath it will shine,
That magic star of yours and mine.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 10th of November,2011
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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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
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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The Stars Remain
When our lives are over
and our mortal being
has withered to dust.
When our remains are scattered
amongst the prevailing wind,
the stars will remain
to guide those who follow
in our footsteps through time.
The stars will remain
embedded in the velvet night.
Millions and millions of them
up where we perceive
heaven somewhere lies.
We are told all of us have one,
a star that will always remain to shine bright.
A star to guide the lost
on a cold and lonely night,
a star to look down
on all creation
for as long as it survives.
The stars will remain
no matter what we do.
They remain there forever
embedded in the velvet night.
9 December 2011
poem by David Harris
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Tendeness
Tenderness has million of faces and names,
Tenderness has million of secrets and signs.
It is in the autumns rains,
It is in the young wines.
Tenderness is a high flying bird,
It’s in the light breath of the wind.
It can be everywhere heard,
It can never be sinned.
Tenderness can be in crystal tears
Shining on your eyelashes.
It can be in timid rays of dawn,
It can be in warm sea splashes.
Tenderness is in all around,
It’s so easy to be found.
Wake up without vanity or flatness
And you will feel the tenderness.
Tenderness is in the quivering heart,
It turns your arms into the wings.
It can create a fine art,
Make a lot of beautiful things.
It fills your soul with magic light,
And all around becomes marvelous and bright.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 10th of September,2011
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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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)
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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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)
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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You And Me
An autumn fixes the day for all
A rare bird cries in the sky,
You can see an opposite wall,
I have only a wish to fly.
Only diamonds are your stuff,
Your wishes are brimming over.
Material thing I have enough,
I want to be an art doer.
Your friends are shouting in unison:
Leave her alone, she is a crazy poet.
But my only wish is to be your swan,
To sing with you a lovely duet.
I am ready to live from hand to mouth,
There were days of hunger and satiety,
I can walk barefoot on the north,
For you it’s just beyond capacity.
For me the nights are shining stars,
For you they are just darkness.
You better watch the shine of cars,
In stars you see the starkness.
The end is the beginning of the new.
If you have strength for virgin soil,
You’ll memorize the days we knew,
It’s really a royal toil.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
22/09 2010
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Wish I May, Wish I Might
Every star's a fable,
A story in the sky,
A trail of angel's footprints
(some angels cannot fly) .
Every tale's worth keeping
And writing in a book;
So every star you're seeing,
Just take a closer look:
There's stars wished on by babies,
And stars from lover's eyes,
Stars that saved a sailor
Or intrepid voyager, high.
Stars that guide the night time,
And stars that swiftly fell,
And stars that shine in daylight,
At the bottom of a well.
There are stars in the evening,
And stars before the dawn,
To tell us what the season,
And when the work is done.
There's the first star you remember,
And the last you'll see before
Your eyelids close forever-
Before a star-lit door.
And then you'll be a star yourself,
Shining miles above;
Lighting worlds with distant lamps,
Burning bright with love.
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Love of the stars
On the suburb of the Universe
the Beta star has lighted up.
I am here to make a verse
For those who are grown up.
His Majesty the Alpha star has seen her
and has fallen in love at first sight.
His nights has become so bright,
and somewhere even white.
At once he has sent her a ray of love
wishing to be her beloved.
Her Excellency the Beta star
has received that ray of love
and was so happy.
She flashed brighter,
her life has become lighter.
She has sent the ray of love in return
and her heart began to burn.
His Majesty the Alpha star
has accepted the ray of love from her
and went on to transfer his love.
He was so happy and has sent her a passionate kiss
for her to remember him and miss.
The Beta star has sent a passionate kiss in return,
and their passionate kisses have met in the Universe,
and of course, have flashed with passion.
They gave birth to so many new stars,
later they’ve become czars
in the sky, in the world
which is always twirled,
their love occupied the whole Universe and our Earth.
Now, every certain period of time,
the Alpha star and the Beta star
come to each other
as close as their orbits allow.
This fact we have to avow.
Creating new stars their closeness has become a magnetic one,
magnetic storms of love.
Every time when they approach to each other,
They both begin to spin,
to spin faster and without a sin,
always knowing:
every meeting will be a win.
Their forces become stronger,
and when they finally release their energy,
they send it to all the planets.
the Sun starts shining brighter,
the Moon and the Earth
and the whole Universe are in the rays of love.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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September
Maurice white, charles stepney & verdine white
Do you remember the 21st night of september?
Love was changing the minds of pretenders
While chasing the clouds away
Our hearts were ringing
In the key that our souls were singing.
As we danced in the night,
Remember how the stars stole the night away
Ba de ya - say do you remember
Ba de ya - dancing in september
Ba de ya - never was a cloudy day
My thoughts are with you
Holding hands with your heart to see you
Only blue talk and love,
Remember how we knew love was here to stay
Now december found the love that we shared in september.
Only blue talk and love,
Remember the true love we share today
Ba de ya - say do you remember
Ba de ya - dancing in september
Ba de ya - never was a cloudy day
Ba de ya - say do you remember
Ba de ya - dancing in september
Ba de ya - golden dreams were shiny days
song performed by by Earth Wind And Fire
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On The Sea
No fog clear in the moonlight
The stars shine so bright nows the time
I close my eyes - soft wind touch my face
Cool sand upon the place where I once kissed you
And held you close
Now I will reach for the stars
Because oh my love, thats where you are
Chorus:
Though the storms of black night rage on
I still see your face
I still feel your lips on mine
And though my heart feels all alone without you
I still hear you sing to me
I still hear your voice on the sea
Waves crash break the silence
Gulls cry a song of lament
I walk on through the stormy night
The air cries flash of anger
Dark night enshrouds the stranger all alone without you
Now I will reach for the stars
Because oh my love, thats where you are
Chorus
No fog clear in the moonlight
The stars shine so bright nows the time
I close my eyes - soft wind touching my face
Cool sand upon the place where I once kissed you
And held you close
Now I will reach for the stars
Because oh my love, thats where you are
Chorus
song performed by by Vertical Horizon
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Lilac blossoms in May
Only in a fantastic rosy May
When magical lilac trees blossom
We remember that awesome day,
The day we like again to welcome.
Oh, how sweet lilac stupefy fragrance!
How tender the lilac flowers petals are!
They are flowers from the old romance,
They are so gentle and look so like stars.
Lilac bouquet is the marvelous one
With so many little beauties.
Any woman will feel their aroma and fun,
They will tell about love being so cuties.
Is the time of the youth in a fairy-tale?
It’s again come to life here in May.
And the fragments of grief as in a tale
With the fragrance of lilac will fly away.
Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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