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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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
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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
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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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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)
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Two souls
Everyone is many sided personality
and it doesn't depend on your mentality
if you want to meet another soul
so that to be together as a whole;
with your characters, deeds and actions
together come to a certain perfection
like diamonds polishing each other,
like diamonds sparkling together
reverberate in each others soul,
live together playing one role.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
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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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I am the one of those.....
I am one of those who likes to live,
to be a friend and to forgive.
I am one of those who hates a lie,
if it were for me a war I would deny.
I am one of those who likes to dream,
if to play games then in a family team.
I am one of those who likes to sing
and listen to the bells ring.
I am one of those who likes to laugh,
the time with my dear ones is not enough.
I am one of those who likes fairy tales
and I know that even a hero sometimes fails.
I am thankful to my God and ask our Lord
to prolong my days
so that to look for the new ways.
I am one of those who tries to find the door
leading to more happiness,
I always try to avoid loneliness.
I am one of those who likes to give,
I am one of those who likes to live.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
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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
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Love doesn't know any taboo
Love doesn’t know any taboo,
but sometimes it doesn’t know what to do.
Sometimes it cries, sometimes it lies,
sometimes it looks like a sly,
sometimes it shouts “Hurray”
and it ruins everything on it’s way.
Love can be crazy, love can be lazy,
it can be like an angel
and it can shine like a purl.
It can turn everything upside down,
it can change everything around.
It can be quiet, it can be tired,
it can be tender, it can be slender,
it can be a serenity
and come together with the whole humanity,
but…. sorry to say that; with different morality.
Love can be a burst of joy
but someone it annoys.
It can be so serene
but someone demonstrate it on the scene.
It can be sinless, and even saint
and in everyone’s life it’s the main.
So!
Let’s live for love!
Let’s proclaim love!
Let’s clean the dust!
Let’s proclaim trust!
Let’s not use a rope!
Let’s live with a hope!
Let hope, trust and love
live forever and ever!
And.... be so clever
as to have the real feelings
without any drilling.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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If You Are a Poet
If you are a poet it means so much
as others souls you often touch.
Your own soul you cruelly cut
petting the others with your blood.
To be a poet means to sing of beauty
and it’s the main poet’s duty.
Rhyming the words to tell the truth
and it has to be quite smooth.
To be a poet means to burn with passion,
to treat the others grief with a compassion,
to love the others as yourself,
to hear the voice of kind elf.
To be a poet means to dream,
to tell the world a touching theme,
to speak sincerely and frankly
but not just rhyming poems blankly.
Rhyming words is not the main,
there’s no need to strain your brain.
If your heart has nothing to tell
rhymed words will look like hell.
To be a poet means to write
as if your blood gushes from vein,
to write the rhythm of living breath,
the rhythm of life that seethe.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
30/9 2010
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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It is so good...
It’s so good to be someones’ forever,
it’s so good to know that you are loved,
to know that your heart is so clever
and shares everything with your beloved.
It’s so good to be someones’ forever,
to know that your beloved will never lie,
to know that your beloved will always share
up to the end, up to the day you die.
It’s so good to hug the loving body,
to be together days and nights,
to feel the ice as a real hotty,
to dream together of the flights.
It’s so good to flow together
like streamlets in an early spring,
to feel yourself as a light feather
which is a part of an eagle wing.
It’s so good to warm you and be warmed,
to fresh each other as a rain,
to see in dear eyes love storms,
to travel life in one comfortable train.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
28/9 2010
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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It's so good.....
It’s so good to be someones’ forever,
it’s so good to know that you are loved,
to know that your heart is so clever
and shares everything with your beloved.
It’s so good to be someones’ forever,
to know that your beloved will never lie,
to know that your beloved will always share
up to the end, up to the day you die.
It’s so good to hug the loving body,
to be together days and nights,
to feel the ice as a real hotty,
to dream together of the flights.
It’s so good to flow together
like streamlets in an early spring,
to feel yourself as a light feather
which is a part of an eagle wing.
It’s so good to warm you and be warmed,
to fresh each other as a rain,
to see in dear eyes love storms,
to travel life in one comfortable train.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
28/9 2010
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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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)
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Something about me
I will tell you about me like this:
I will never be tall,
I will never be small,
I will never be a man,
I will never be a football fan.
I would certainly like to have coffee in bed,
but it looks so sad,
as I’ll have to get up,
without any make up,
then … to dress, then to undress.
I will never jump as high as 2 meters,
because…I won’t be able to run up.
May be I could run up but…
I won’t be able to come off the ground
and everyone will laugh around.
I will never get a Nobel Premium
I will not live a millenium.
I will never sing at the Opera House,
I will not live in Laos
and a young guy will not tell me:
I love you and miss.
But now, I know quite well,
there is something I have to tell
to my grandson, to my dearest one.
I have passed through all.
Now you are tall.
You have to understand,
it’s not so easy to live on this Land.
You are free to chose,
but I don’t want you to lose.
I haven’t become this or that
but I never regret of the passed days.
I will give you nothing
but my life experience.
and without any interference into your life
I would like to say:
Have patience!
Have enough valiance!
Never think about vengeance!
Give to older ones reverence!
Live your life with prudence!
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
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On The Photo In The Newspaper
On the photo in the newspaper -
The soldiers, standing arm in arm,
The heroes of the World War II,
With smiles on faces and charm.
The photo was taken before a battle,
Before the guns began to rattle.
The sky was blue,
The grass was green,
The friends were true
The truest you have ever seen.
No one knows their names
No one knows who they are,
May be someone was James,
But everyone was peculiar.
They lay in a battlefield
Just beginning to live
For the sky to be blue,
For the grass to be green,
For the friends to be true,
The truest you have ever seen.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
29th of May,2012
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Elijah the Prophet
Elijah - the Lord of storms,
Dew, hail, rain and thunder,
Today rides a chariot.
The Prophet with an effort
Breathe the autumn.
The days are shorter
The nights are longer
Warm days linger.
Two hours Elijah has taken.
By August He was awaken.
Water becomes overgrown
In the lakes and local ponds.
Our Lord agrees and nods,
Summer has no more odds,
It can't argue with Gods
An angel in human form,
A harbinger of autumn,
Elijah records the men deeds
Riding on His steeds.
The glorious Elijah!
He lived a mysterious life,
He gave a new harvest rife,
He comes on Earth today
To save woods and hay
Sending rains to wash plains.
We'll wash up under the rain
In all countries and in Spain
To be saved from the evil eye,
For a life without a lie.
For a flight in a free sky.
Let's give reverence to the Prophet
He is an august sprocket.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 2nd of August,2012
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!
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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)
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Falls and flights
From the sky to the land –
It’s so painful!
First thought: Enough!
It’s the last flight.
But…then again look at the sky.
This is our human nature:
to be strange, strong and weak.
As only the wounds heal
we forget about danger
and again spread our wings.
We again long for the sky
surprising God with our wishes.
We believe only in good dreams,
try again to fly up
after so many falls and anguishes.
We have not enough life,
we have not enough sky,
we have not enough dreams and time.
Thousand times we make new tries
starting from the very beginning.
This is the rotation of life,
Falls and flights.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
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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
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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