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The Sea

It is very early morning,
the days growth is just beginning.
I am already at the sea shore,
My favorite sea which I adore.
An early morning mist
Hides the ships on the road,
Waiting for their turn to be unloaded.
The rising sun breaks the dawn
and at last the mist has gone.
The caravan of the sun rays
runs quickly on the seas’ surface.
The sea shines with silver and gold,
It’s a hold of different sounds
which are the compounds
of the seagulls cry telling hi,
the splashes of the waves
loving to make new caves.
The warm breeze is so rorty
and the seagulls are so naughty,
they dance over the sea, they dabble,
the sea is their cradle,
they shout, they fly,
touching the sea and the sky.
I swim towards the sun.
It’s such fun to watch the waves run.
The sea licks all over my body
as I am a lollipop.
Finally I stop, wanting to dive,
I know: the sea is alive.
I want to learn its inner world
where everything looks purled.
The birth of the Earth was inside,
so many secrets the sea might hide.
I come back and lay on the warm sand,
feeling the pulse of the land.
I listen to the sea song,
it is so beautiful and long.
I fell asleep but not so deep.
My dreams go far,
they have no bar.
I swim, I dive, I fly,
watching the sea from the sky.
But…I suddenly wake up
because of a horrible scream,
that is not part of a dream.
Where does the noise come from?
Oh, yes! The petrels foretell the storm.
They proudly hover over the sea,
they can foresee the gale.
And really, like in a tale,
the sea immediately changes,
each wave ranges.
The waves become higher and higher,
they would like to inquire:
Who is so brave?
We can be your grave.
The sea!
Heavy wild and mild,
Severe and tender,
it can surrender.
The wind moans,
the sea groans,
it looks horrible and angry,
like a gray haired woman,
an old woman sending a damn.
But the sea is free,
And the old woman grumbles and stops.
After the heavy rain drops
the sea again becomes calm,
and again it looks like a charm.
The rainbow appears in the sky,
the seagulls joyfully fly.
Slowly the day comes to its end,
over the sea, over the land,
showing the beauty of the sunset.
But I have no regret.
I know there will be another morning,
There will be another day growing,
There will be more of the sea whims,
There will be more and more dreams.

Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)

poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Spring meets summer

I want to wake up in the morning before the dawn

And watch when spring dressed in the beautiful gown

Passes its crown to summer.

I want to open my door wide

And watch when summer as a bride

Excepts her sisters' presents.

And then I wish to walk with summer to the forest

And as a lyrist to watch the summers colors gamma,

To drink the freshest water from a spring,

To listen to the nightingales sing,

To feel myself as in a fairy tale

And have the greatest wish to sail

In the ocean of beauty and dreams

Feeling the warmth of tender sunbeams.

I won’t forget to set my sail before the sunset

And put my dreams into the poem

For you to take our life with charm and wisdom,

To know how much our life is a winsome.

Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)

poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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I paint on a sky

The dawn is breaking its early morn
Here, I m standing on a promise
of a brand new day
for new morning comes.
for the early morning smile,
So then, I paint on a sky.
Your eyes that shine like a golden sun.

I sense the morning glory.
Those cherry blossoms
That I paint on my mind.
As I heard the morning breeze,
That plays inside of me.
The notes and melodies
Were I paint on a sky

Over there beneath the silence
I watched the sea that dance on a wave,
And then I draw a line on sand
A line that connects my soul on wind
There I can dance to the music of my own
There I can paint on a sky.
Every step that I have been through.

I belong to the wind.
To fly higher than the mountain
Fly as free as the bird.
Then, I paint on a sky.
These dreams inside my mind,
These hope that I have been holding on
These love that last for more than time.

I walked on a bridge of the rainbow
I’ll be the sun in the sky.
I’ll be the light in all time
I’ll put back the blue in the sky
And learn to see the beauty that is waiting for
So then, I paint on a sky
All the happiness that brings back in my heart.

poem by Cheryl Aldea
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My favourite song

Listen if you want,
I’ll sing you a song,
It’s my favorite one,
The song about love;
About love that lasts
For ever and ever long.
In the melody of this song
I’ll open the door to my soul
And without any parole
You’ll hear the words,
They belong to the only one,
Who means the world to me,
The one I would to love to live with happily,
The one my heart longs for,
The one I am on the right shore.
This song is about my flights
In the very blue sky.
This song is about my swims
In the seas and oceans
On the big waves,
Waves of passion and love emotions.
Come on! Sing with me this song!
If you want to know
How real love grows
Come on! Go!

Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)

poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Whispering Waves

By the shore of the sea searching for his memory
Sifting sand through my hand weighing what he means to me
In the early morning haze seagulls seem to cry my pain
And ocean feels it too sighs his name on whispering waves
Wrote his name next to mine big and deep there in the sand
Till the earth tends to flow and our names will be drowned
All the birds sing harmonies to the top line of the breeze
While the ocean breathes his name on whispering waves
Theres a bistro where we would dine each evening
Candle light and california wine
Love is holding hands across the table
I still go past each night
Look for his car outside
At the foot of this cliff we spent days weaving our dreams
Making plans building homes raising kids and coloring scenes
Then one morning he was gone and our story reached an end
But his words still linger on on whispering waves
Aah, ahh, ahh...
By the shore of the sea searching for his memory
Sifting sand through my hand weighing what he means to me
All the birds sing harmonies to the top line of the breeze
While the ocean breathes his name on whispering waves

song performed by by Donna Summer
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The Ocean

1969 live version
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Here comes the ocean
And the waves down by the shore
Here comes the ocean
And the waves down by the sea
Earth is a hollow hair bought of a bigger head
It nearly drives me crazy
I am a lazy son
I never get things down
...(unknown)
But here comes the waves
Down by the shore
Washing the eye of the land
That has been down by the sea
Down by the sea
Down by the sea
Down by the sea
Here comes the ocean and the waves
Down by the shore
Here comes the ocean and the waves
Down by the sea
(incense or in sex or insects) for evil thoughts, thought of by selfish men
It nearly drives me crazy
I am a lazy son
I never get things done
...(unknown)
Here comes the waves down by the shore
Washing the eye of the land that has been down by the sea
Down by the sea
Here come the waves
Here come the waves
Here come the waves
Peel slowly and see version
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Here comes the ocean
And the waves
Down by the sea
Here comes the ocean
And the waves
Where have they been?
Silver and black with night
Heres to a summers night
An empty splendid castle
Glowering alone at night
The princess has had a fright
Madness seeks out the lover
And here come the waves down by the shore
Washing the soul of the body
That comes from the depths of the sea
Here comes the ocean
And the waves down by the sea
Here comes the ocean
And the waves, where have they been
Dont swim tonight my love
The tide is out my love
Malcoms curse haunts our family
Oh yes, loud in which, ruler of filthy seas, revelling heavans justice
And here come the waves
And save for a scream
Theres much like a song
To be heard, in the wind, that blows by the sea.
Like the wind
Here come the waves,
Here come the waves,
Here come the waves

song performed by by Velvet Underground
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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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

poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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A Stranger On The Shore

The waves rush up around my feet
from an early morning tide.
Seagulls bob up and down
resting on the water
waiting patiently
for the underlining currents
to carry their breakfast in.
The sky is dark and cloudy
with the looks of an approaching storm.
I stand here as an observer
as life goes on around.
A stranger on the shore
waiting here for no one,
breathing in the fresh salt air
filled with ecstasy at all that I see.
The regal white crowned waves
dancing momentarily around my feet.
They say the world is your oyster
and the pearl is all you see.
From my lonely vigil,
I gather wisdom in
as I stand alone at each morning tide
a stranger on the shore.

poem by David Harris
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It could be so nice....

It could be so nice to learn how to fly.
Though it’s a difficult task, but…
Let’s have a try!
It seems an easier task to learn to see a smile
among thousand of angry faces,
but… we are not on the races.
Let’s have a try!
It could be so nice to learn how to dream
and in the dreams to fly in the future.
It could be such an adventure
with knowledge to capture.
It could be so nice to learn how to believe
in love, in joy, in good and kind poems,
in awesome meetings that are random.
It could be so nice to see,
but better to understand,
yourself and others,
your fathers and mothers.
It could be so nice to learn how to live,
to admire the stars in the sky,
to watch the seagulls fly,
to catch and value the moment
with the short name – LIFE.

Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)

poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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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

poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Our last Swim (R.I.P. Anne Mary Simon)

Our last Swim
By Renee’
For my beloved Anne Mary Simon

An Image of you in a cloud rolls by
The sky opens up, somewhere in my mind
A vision of you in a pale blue dress
Tears falling down, you took my breath
Memories of you...