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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Oh, God! Give me the strength....
Oh, God! Give me the strength to forgive
Even when I was not forgiven,
No one to humiliate or to offend
Even when I was humiliated or offended
Give me the wisdom to be always fair,
Teach me to fly and not to be scared,
Not to be indifferent to the neighbors,
But to live and create for world's favors.
If I doubt to ask my heart for advice
As my heart never tells me lies.
If I'm wrong to apologize,
Insult and hurt not memorize.
Seven words I'd like here to say,
They help me to greet each day,
They help to love and live,
They help me to believe,
They help my pain to relieve,
For me they are the main:
TO UNDERSTAND and TO ACCEPT,
TO THANK, TO LOVE and TO FORGIVE,
TO LEARN and TO BELIEVE.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 18th of June,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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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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The Day Of Liberation
Once again the spring's in the Victory Gardens,
Once again the 10th of April to Odessa's come,
The memory of that day hardens
This wonderful feeling of freedom without alarm.
About 30 months the occupation of Odessa lasted
The streets and houses by fascists were blasted.
But the nation with sense of humor no one can kill,
The defense of the city was everyone's freewill.
In the sea of sunlight is the blue and free sky,
The wings of the seagulls soared into skywards,
The glory to Odessa city is in the seagulls cry,
Wind orchestras play celebrations chords.
The southern sunny city today looks so pretty
And the faces of odessites as usual are so witty.
Their spirit of freedom is light as the sea breeze,
An odessite will never bend the knees.
The second birthday, the day of celebration,
The day of spring, the day of liberation.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 10th of April,2012
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A man has to know
A man has to know how to cook, to sew and knit
And may be to iron a bit.
But it’s only in one case
Which you have to face.
Even saying “honey”
He doesn’t know how to earn money.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
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My Angel
My angel visited my dreams tonight
And looked at me with sweet delight.
Listen-he said, and my heart gashed,
Crystal world of dreams has crashed.
I am leaving you, I'm fed up and sick
To save you from the mistakes in lyric,
Love is only and only an earthly thing,
Without my help you will better sing.
Don't fly away, - I begged him kindly,
Give advice how to live not blindly
Whom to forget and whom to listen to
Whom to believe and dedicate my life.
I am not an expert to give any advice
Many times was fooled, it wasn't nice,
You forgive me, I don't like a fraud,
I am not an adviser, you are with God.
At least protect me from love mistakes,
From falling in love and heart-breaks,
Send me happiness and joyful smiles,
Not bitter tears with one who riles.
Oh no! - He uttered with a kind smile,
I will leave you for a while without a guile,
You won't be able to see where real love is
If you are not deceived. Forgive me, please!
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 24th of July,2012
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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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The Frost
It's amazing to watch the frost's work.
It made the sea side a fairy tale.
The frost's quirk made the sea not for a sail.
The silence is all around.
For a while the time stands still.
The seagulls can't swill.
Like in the realm of Antarctica
Throughout the frost, snow and ice
I see the beauty of a paradise.
But! In the next few moments
The spring will come spelling the frost.
The nature's fulfillment will be the most.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 8th of February,2012
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God save you...
God save you from uninvited sadness
that knock at the windows at blind nights,
from sweet cheats that seem to be happiness
but then …. as an enemy smites.
God save you from unneeded advices,
from insulting libels, from vain expectations,
from those who pretend to be friends
and then …. go with denunciations.
God save you on the non shallow roads,
save from the choice between duty and wish,
save from the pain of loss and doubts,
save from needless suffering and anguish.
God bless, save and protect you today and always!
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 15th of April,2012
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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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This Fabruary
This February took me to the frosts,
Experienced me by heavy snowstorms,
Wanted to know how much my love costs.
But…I was laughing boldly.
Happiness can't live lonely.
I warmed myself by this verity.
This February tried to cool my heart,
It wanted us to live forever apart.
But…it forgot: March will be a start.
It tried to ice-bound my feelings,
To reveal my longings and likings
Drawing its beautiful paintings.
It tried to show me the ring,
It cried: Forget the spring!
I am the only one! Your king!
It showed me the pictures of the past,
It wanted to say: Love do not last!
All events finish so fast!
I thought: Dear February, you are strange!
The spring will take its revenge!
The whole world will be changed!
You can frighten me, you cold month!
But I will always dance, having a chance!
In Spain under the rain and even in France.
At last this February took Mersey on me.
Tomorrow it promised to let me free.
It was also tired showing minus degree.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 14th of February,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
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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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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Hot Summer
Burnt by the day time,
As it's terribly hot,
I cursed today's clime
About winter I thought.
Nights come with cool stars
It looks I can dream:
If apple-trees blossom on Mars,
What can be moved by steam.
Shut-eye can't meet with my thoughts,
Confuses them, not letting me sleep.
Is it the nature's faults?
Why does it hot days keep?
The city burnt in the molten furnace,
All for the day it managed to face.
I yarn, have two hours sleep before dawn,
The night has already gone.
Oh! It's my nature's drama:
In winter I dream about summer
When autumn comes I want spring
New wishes it will certainly bring.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 7th of August,2012
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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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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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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Inspiration
Inspiration can't be seen.
I mean…you can only feel it.
Your wit won't help a bit
So that to convey the feelings,
To create a real art
That comes straight from the heart,
Like a holy writ recommit
God's gift and revelation.
How do I feel my inspiration?
It's not a certain motivation,
But only my emotions
And certain commotions.
Just the same in other words:
Inspiration is like birds or …
It is something very crazy,
Something very lazy,
Something weepy,
Something very sleepy,
Something very heavy
Or impossibly high.
This something
Becomes suddenly light,
Light as a cloud, and flies,
Flies, flies, flies, flies…
Up to the moment it dies.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 8th of September,2012
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Winter Kiss
Snowfalls bring me to madness,
I catch the snowflakes with my lips.
Snow! The fluffy and sparkling snow!
Its falls make beautiful all my trips.
I love the snowfalls very much
Though I am not eighteen!
Even at my age as such
Catching the snowflakes I am a teen.
What ever that I am not eighteen?
What ever that I am not so young?
The apples on the snow can be red or green,
Not all the songs for me were sung.
All the same my heart for love seeks,
All the same I need a sweet kiss.
All the same my soul basks
In the warmest bliss.
Come! It will be the sweetest kiss in the snowfall.
Come! I wouldn't like it to miss.
Come! I don't care what people say!
Come! It burns me inside! Please….!
I love you in winters, in springs.
I love you in summers and autumns.
In springs I grow my wings,
In winter I wait for the blossom.
Angel of winter flashed like a ray!
Today the Sun has appeared.
The silvery snowfalls are rolling in,
Bringing happiness in our life stream.
I catch the snowflakes with my lips.
I smile and whisper: You are my darling!
How much I love this winter wonderland!
And I wait for the song of a starling.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 5th of January,2012
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Alcogol
Some men are so energetic,
Earn money working hard.
Their words are so poetic,
That’s what you regard.
But...after drinking alcohol
They become worse a bull,
They behave like a monkey,
They spend money like a donkey.
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