It's really hard for me to perform the three consecutive roles in my new drama?
The eccentric playwright describes his melodrama;
'You're the King, Pauper
and the beautiful Queen.
One thing you have to be very certain & careful
Do not mix up the dialogues.
The last act I was that beautiful Queen
in my Rehearsal and all of a sudden
The handsome pauper disappeared.
By mistake I begged and the dialects I pronounced not in the script?
'Please don't betray me as I love you so much! '
for my New York friend Romeo Della Valle!
*'Make-up needn't be seen as a corrective or something to hide behind.I see it as another form of expression and acceptance, even pleasure, of being in one's skin.'-Kay Montano
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The Capitalist Florist and a Wild flower
'You asked my name isn't it?
My name is Orphan.' The Wild flower muttered.
'It's a strange name.' Handsome florist replied.
'What's your good name Sir? '
'I am Romeo.'
'Romeo, I am not your Juliet
Just a Wild flower and I would like to compete the other flowers.
Still I am proud of being a Virgin
Boisterous Hornets and Bees never touched me.
You know a Plectrum that touches the strings,
Strings never cry of the play
Please pluck me gently
It's really painful and I believe you
That you never betray me
Or offer me to a Betrayer!
*Humbly I dedicate this poem to my poet friend Romeo Della Valle!
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A timid King
The script was given in time
It's too heavy and really a challenge.
He was chosen as the King.
He cried, and he wants to tell the Playwright
“Give me a small part in your massive drama,
As I am a born pauper.
The crown isn't fit for my head
And I am scared of the sword.
The rough shining dress tingles my soul
And I shall feint on the stage
When the curtain rises.”
But the thoroughbred horse neighs
And refuses any other King to ride on its saddle.
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Table D'hote
My table tennis champion girl
Who does a part time job,
And she pretends when I go there
She's not aware of me.
And I write her a poem on a paper servitte,
Hey! My haughty please do not hit me like that
As you play with a bat and a hollow ball on a table.
*To my friend Romeo Della Valle!
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A rich queen and a poor king
The handsome threadbare man who struggled in a slum.
I don't know why I loved him and took him to my palace?
I gave an old king's name to bring him to our own society.
This beautiful witch-Queen dragged me to her palace
and given me an ugly name of a Lunatic.
My halcyon slum is a paradise.
The edge of the heavy crown pierced my head
and I never had a sound sleep
since I came to this hell.
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Balmoral Castle
Beautiful Balmoral Castle,
Most handsome to be seen,
Highland home of the Empress of India,
Great Britain's Queen.
Your woods and waters and
Mountains high are most
Beautiful to see,
Near by Balmoral Castle
And the dark river Dee.
Then there's the hill of Cairngorm
To be seen from afar,
And the beautiful heathery hills
Of dark Lochnagar,
And the handsome little village-
The Castleton o' Braemar-
Which is most beautiful to see,
Near by Balmoral Castle
And the dark river Dee.
Then there's the handsome little church
Of Crathie- most beautiful to be seen ;
And the Queen goes there on Sunday
To hear the Word of God Most solemn and serene,
Which is most beautiful to see,
Nor far from Balmoral Castle
And the dark river Dee.
Then, when she finds herself
At leisure, she goes for to see
Her old female acquaintances
That lives on the river Dee,
And reads the Bible unto them,
Which is most beautiful to see,
Near by Balmoral Castle
And the dark river Dee.
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Why you so inquisitive of my whereabouts?
My night school's still dark
and the road I walk
Tar always black!
On the way,
I see rare night flowers,
They too have pearly white teeth
when they smile?
O the white Goddess
as passing clouds.
The white board in the gloomy class
Colored teacher writes on
with a piece of black chalk
A poem to recite;
'When forget-me-not
covers the old pauper's graveyard
Everybody thinks
It's the garden of Eden?
But in cruel Autumn
When the flowers withered
It's still the pauper's graveyard? '
[ From Father have I my stature,
my zest for earnest living;
From little Mother
my gay nature,
My love of story-telling.]-Goethe
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In This Skin
They see me in a magazine
I'm the one they want to be
Still don't feel I'm good enough
Still don't feel I'm thin enough
I stand up and I'm pushed back down
And every opinion now
It makes me feel inhuman
Giving in and giving up
To be worthy
To feel beautiful in this skin
Be beautiful in this skin[love the skin I'm in]
Love me for me
Have confidence in this skin
Be confident in this skin[in the skin I'm in]
So tell me what is wrong with me
I'm the girl with everything
So why am I not strong enough
I want to be strong enough
To tell you how I really feel
I know my talent is real
So don't tell me, don't tell me
I have to be 102
I don't have nothing to prove
So don't tell me, don't tell me
Cause I am worthy...
To feel beautiful in this skin
Be beautiful in this skin[love the skin I'm in]
Love me for me
Have confidence in this skin
Be confident in this skin[in the skin I'm in]
Be real, be real
See the beauty inside this skin
I don't have to hide this skin[love the skin I'm in]
I feel, I feel
An awakening in this skin
Stop forsaking me in this skin
I am, I am,
[Beatiful in this skin
'beatiful' lies within
Beatiful in this skin
I am]
To be worthy
Be beautiful
Love me for me
'Cuz I am beautiful
To feel beautiful in this skin
Be beautiful in this skin[love the skin I'm in]
Love me for me
Have confidence in this skin
Be confident in this skin[in the skin I'm in]
Be real, be real
See the beautiful in this skin
'Cuz I don't want to have to hide it
I feel, I feel
I'm beautiful in this skin
Beautiful in this skin
I'm beautiful
And your beautiful
Beautiful in this skin
I'm beautiful
And you are beautiful
Beautiful in this skin
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If I Were a Queen
Three lasses in the evening dresses
were dreaming near the fire place.
With such a grace the first lass said:
If I were a queen I would weave a beautiful carpet
you had never seen before
and much much more.
I would like to confess, - said the second lass,
If I were a queen,
I would dance and sing for my king.”
If I were a queen, - said the third one,
I would give birth to five sons,
our life could be such a fun.
The moral of this fable:
Any lass is able
to become an enchantress
if she is loved by a king.
She can dance and sing,
she can move mountains,
make beautiful fountains,
fill the world with flowers
if she gets a queen’s powers.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
November the 8th,2010
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Elizabeth
I am not telling anything about the Queen,
Her name also Elizabeth but her Palace
Somewhere else, in front of an old Railway station.
She cannot sleep well because of the express trains
But some nights she dreams the Commonwealth it seems.
One night after a couple of drinks I searched some notes in my wallet
But they were disappeared secretly and I gave her some coins.
She said; 'Thank you Mr.Edinborough you know my mother's a seamstress to a bygone Queen and she gave this beautiful name.'
I didn't correct my name and I said; ' Yes, Mrs.Elizabeth I 'll convey the message when I go to the Palace for music lessons.'
*I dedicate this to the old senile woman who slept on the road that stuck in my memory and torments me all the time!
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Pen-pusher's penitent
With the ink of blood
he scribbles on a scratch paper in the midnight
to move the mountains.
A penniless, wealthier in heart
lives near by the pauper's graveyard.
Day time a gravedigger
and a handsome lover to the girl
who comes to collect
withered flowers of the wreaths.
To the poet Roy.Storey
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From a King to a Clown
Now that you are no longer around,
I feel like a King without a crown
Or a clown with a happy face,
Making everybody laugh in town
But feeling lost in space
For he has been broken apart,
Just playing his part
In the big stage of life
While feeling like a hound
With a destiny he cannot defy...
You made me a king,
Enjoying the pleasure
Of your amazing kingdom,
Letting me invade your dreams
Every single night
And held my hands every day
Whether it was Winter or Spring
With the tenderness and love
Of a real Queen...
To my life, You brought light
And the mirth of a gentle dove
But suddenly, you left town
Leaving me behind
With a broken heart
And lovely memories of yesterday
And from a king, I became a clown
To make the people laugh
The day you left my town
In the name of freedom!
Now, without you,
I feel lonely and sad! ...
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A sweet memory
Her name is Matilda and she got a very huge bust.
She was nick named by Dairy Queen in the class.
Her family migrated to Great Britain for good
And before she leaves gave her autograph to sign among friends.
Still I remember a friend of mine wrote;
'Matilda this is certain and be careful if you get an opportunity to embrace the Queen, definitely the Buckingham Palace would be collapsed.'
He too lives in U.K and sent me a letter recently that he met Matilda by chance.
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How Beautiful U R
How Beautiful u r
You r beautiful
Not only because of the curve of your hips
Or the shape of your body
Not only because of the fullness of your lips
Or the curl of your eye lashes
You r beautiful because you want to be
You r beautiful because God made you that way
You r beautiful in my eyes
There is no one more beautiful than you
You r beautiful because you have a heart
And that is a beautiful thing
You r beautiful because you have a brain
And that is a beautiful thing
You r beautiful because you give advice
And that is a beautiful thing
You r beautiful because you want to be
You r beautiful because God made you that way
You r beautiful in my eyes
There is no one more beautiful than you
You r beautiful because you have confidence
You r beautiful because you have determination and wit
You r beautiful because you have goals and you plan to reach them
You r beautiful because you always there to lend a helping hand
You r beautiful because you want to be
You r beautiful because God made you that way
You r beautiful in my eyes
There is no one more beautiful than You
Dats y u r de beautiful one in dis world?
Dats y u r my friend? ?
Thanks for being my friend...
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Those Gazing Eyes
I have seen those eyes before,
Sparkling like a diamond,
Asking for love and more,
Reflecting the color of an almond...
Eyes that see through the heart,
Constantly moving with hesitation,
Of their secret, they revealed just a part,
Living the rest to my imagination...
From nowhere they suddenly appeared,
But left me confused and alone,
When magically they disappeared,
While I was writing this poem...
Hoping to see them again,
Oh, those eyes, beautiful and bright,
The ones I saw in the train,
Nobody knows, one day, again, I might...
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Off-Stage
'The Humoresque'
drama rehearsal started auspiciously.
Leaving behind the Chariot
king appears with his blunt golden sword
and the queen is fanning proudly.
Pantomimist display his perfomance well.
Special invitees are clapping merrily
and a lean poor black fellow is sobbing
who is behind the stage life time.
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The Four Muses
Then they came one by one
Into the mind, a soul they caught
The four queens of a love
As yet unclaimed by a hand
The joker remains not a king
The first captured the imagination
One so well suited and inspired
That a spark was well felt
Only for the love to be clubbed to death
The second a heart bar none
Kind and beautiful and ever so loving
Sadly unable to see or accept the love
That waited for long to be seen
The third a diamond so bright
And beautiful as all the rest
The poor love could not afford
To win such favour of a queen
And so onwards unto the unknown
Where the final queen awaits
To sow the seeds of romance in the earth
Or else to dig the solemn grave
We await the queen of spades
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A brief letter to Paddy Martin!
My dear Paddy,
Hope you're fine
and I too still breathe this polluted air?
President Obama came again
for another four years!
Nothing changed yet
Pauper still walks
dreaming of a Benz?
I am writing this for a special matter
Sandra Fowler left without saying a goodbye
like you my friend.
She knows you well
and you too know her.
Bards have a rare talent to recognize each other?
Make company with her
as she's a newcomer.
Don't know this letter
reach you in time?
Christmas is coming
and please let her know
That I miss the yearly greeting this time?
Sorry for this brief letter
as I am not well and later write you more.
Hope to see you all one day
when my Visa expires?
with best regards,
sincere friend,
nimal
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Queen In Love
They all were there, the court was full
The king beside his queen
His love was cold, the fool will dance
for her 'till end of time,
The queen is in love,
The queen is in love.
She couldn't help her burning heart,
And now he's burning too.
Their love was blind,
They will dance until the end of time.
Queen is in love
Queen is in love
The furious king now has learned
He sentenced them to burn.
Forever one,
They are joined in death eternally
Queen is in love
Queen is in love
song performed by by Yngwie Malmsteen
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Queen In Love
They all were there, the court was full
The king beside his queen
His love was cold, the fool will dance
for her 'till end of time,
The queen is in love,
The queen is in love.
She couldn't help her burning heart,
And now he's burning too.
Their love was blind,
They will dance until the end of time.
Queen is in love
Queen is in love
The furious king now has learned
He sentenced them to burn.
Forever one,
They are joined in death eternally
Queen is in love
Queen is in love
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He plays his old Mandolin on a Sunday Fair!
As far back as the 4th century BCE, Greeks such as Aristotle and Euclid wrote on naturally-occurring rudimentary pinhole cameras. For example, light may travel through the slits of wicker baskets or the crossing of tree leaves.[1] (The circular dapples on a forest floor, actually pinhole images of the sun, can be seen to have a bite taken out of them during partial solar eclipses opposite to the position of the moon's actual occultation of the sun because of the inverting effect of pinhole lenses.)
The rich man after he dies
Goes to Paradise!
And the poor man
While he lives on & off
Goes to hell!
And after he dies
Nobody knows
Where he goes?
Your shiny coin
And my rusty till
They're forever friends!
The droplet from pauper's Bar
Wet my dry gullet in the night
And I get a sound sleep
Sometimes with Queen of the Night.
Hey! My young Amateur photographer
Take a picture from your pinhole camera please
And I protect that photo for my obituary notice!
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