LIFE IN VERSE

POETRY FROM MY HEART Larisa Rzhepishevska

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Young, beautiful, tender, slender…

The best in cooking,

The best in hosting,

For no one is looking.

Just boasting!

The picture was really unique.

When I looked at it I felt sick.

Why should I cry? What for?

My make up costs much more.

The law of our life:

If you don’t get used to all you’ll die.

If you don’t die you’ll get used to all.

One bottle of vodka for a fool

Turns into a rocking stool.

John, will you offend me?

-Offend? You? Never!

I never offend women.

-But if I do something wrong?

-I’ll kill you.

Why should I offend you?

You are my pride

Which I would like

Somewhere to hide.

She doesn’t like the sea food,

She likes the sea of food.

The best way of trust

100% of payment in advance.

On the right foot

I’ll put on a boot.

On the left foot

I’ll put on a shoe.

For you to see

That I am nervous.

AIDS – Added infection during sex.

I am thinking to give up drinking.

But how can I do that?

I am in the greatest fear

as beer costs less than milk.

Isn’t it the greatest bilk?

May be I am not as strong as it seems to be,

But I am not as weak as someone wants me to be.

It’s not the question whom to marry,

It’s the question what to do with the rest?

Gary. Larry, Barry, Jerry……

Hello! Is it the right number?

If you have nothing to say keep quiet,

If you have nothing to show you are retired.

Her conscience is so transparent and clean

That it will never be seen.

A woman does it sitting,

A man does it standing,

A dog does it raising its paw.

That’s how they meet,

That’s how they greet,

That’s how they say “Hello!”

And what did you think?

Any tale can be true

If you know who is who.

If to be true

I wouldn’t like you telling me what to do.

Otherwise I will tell you where to go

And it could be an interesting show.

Buy this watches

With diamond blotches!

They are like Swiss made.

Ok! Here are dollars hand made.

Wisdom comes with age.

But isn’t it strange

When sometimes the age comes alone

And moans, moans, moans…..

Yesterday was early,

Tomorrow will be late,

Today I have no time.

I wish you to lose all your teeth,

But one tooth let remain

To feel that tooth pain.

Do not protest!

As it’s the best!

After doing nothing

To have a good rest.

A soul wants a picture,

An ass - an adventure.

I am always polite,

And think I am right.

When I send him to hell

I always recall and ask

If he is well.

Take it as a rule:

Break pregnancy

Before the intimacy.

Alcohol kills slowly.

Don’t worry!

I am not in a hurry.

Pessimist thinks all women are whores.

Optimist that statement adores.

If you are a good lad

Every child should call you dad.

I will not give up drinking

But I will go on thinking

If I should give up smoking.

After drinking Russian vodka

An Englishman from Yorkshire dialect

Has broken into debauchire dialect.

After drinking whisky

Some men are so frisky,

But some are so boring,

All night snoring.

I am looking for a husband and a friend.

If they come together I’ll withstand.

My mother wanted a boy,

My father wanted a girl.

That’s how they’ve met.

If you don’t want to spend your money for a little Willie

Don’t be silly and protect your willy.

Children ask where from the things appear.

Parents ask where the things disappear.

He was a man of my dream

Until the time I found out his dream.

The world is boring for boring people.

The less you know – the better you sleep,

The more you know – the better you eat.

Oh, darling! You are the best out of the rest.

I will explain. Yesterday I was convinced in it again.

I’ve bought tea for losing weight.

It’s not so bad with a cake.

Can’t find a tool

to communicate with a fool.

-How many things do you need?

-Just a few, but every day something new.

I am your present folks.

Will you be my box?

I had the greatest chance

to learn how to dance

as we had one chamber-pot.

Here is a dot.

He thought she would cook like his mother

But…it happened she drank like his father.

I am absolutely indifferent to

what you think about me

as…I don’t think about you at all.

There are people with horns,

There are people with thorns,

There are people with only worms.

He tried to prove

that he was not a fool.

But in his eyes

I saw an elementary school.

Don’t look at me with fear!

It’s much better to drink beer.

I am looking for a man

who smokes, drinks and thinks

he is the best.

I’d like to share with him

the same interests.

She was an angel lass,

but…with tattoo on her ass.

Better to be smart and sometimes dull

than dull but sometimes smart.

A man’s logic is convincing,

a woman’s – more interesting.

All women are angels.

But when they break the wings,

to overcome the troubles

they may use any things,

even to fly on the broom

in the night’s gloom.

Who will help me to get rid of menses

with the guarantee for 9 months?

All women are young,

but…..some are younger.

I am not sad,

I am sober.

I am not a present,

I am a surprise.

I drink three days a week.

They all start with letter ‘T’.

Tuesday, Thursday, Today.

There are so many good guys,

There are so many nice names,

But I have the one who lies

With a horrible name James.

A drunken man shouted as his voice allowed:

Where am I? I feel like to cry!

You are in Soho square if to be fair.

Hell with nicety ! Tell me the city!

Forbid Viagra for those who have podagra!

Let the pensioners have a good sleep!

Let them their life keep!

He: Well, Ann! With a johny I don’t feel so much horny.

And…using any condom it’s not a treason.

She: Well, to be silencer I'll be just a trespasser but not a murderer.

If you don’t believe in love at first sight

look at me once more from another side,

I hope you’ll see something to adore.

How many times should I repeat?

I am not a slacker,

I am a hacker.

Let’s have a bet for 100 dollars!

If I use a fuse you’ll refuse.

Poles, trees and lakes

are the best brakes.

Everyone could be much wiser

If that one would find a sympathizer.

Any plan without intent –

The essence of a content.

-Why did you marry?

-Had no life experience.

-Why did you divorce?

-Had no patience.

-Why did you marry again?

-Have lost my memory.

I could send you somewhere

But only can tell you, if you care:

You have just come from there.

The things you could do today

You can do the day after tomorrow

And without any sorrow

You’ll have two days of rest.

You are so fashionable

And I am not profitable.

He is richer than me for 10 years.

Life is the sun in the day time.

Life is the beautiful chime.

Life is the moon and the stars at night.

Life is the birds flight.

Life is the mountains you climb.

Life is to share the last dime.

Life is a tale, a big surprise.

All around look so nice!

But if you see life in different way

With only dirt and violence

And don’t hear the silence,

Life for you is a grim and an evil,

It looks you are paired with devil.

You pecked him on the bait,

With his help your life you create.

©Larisa Rzhepishevska

The 3rd of March,2011

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 it 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

Don’t regret about the past!

Live today as the last!

Don’t guess what will happen!

Somehow you’ll adapt in.

Take care of what you have now!

But, please, don’t ask me how!

Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)

October 1^st, 2010

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

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 the aesthetic.

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 someone’s souls.

One day your soul can be that wounded bird

Shot by another wicked soul.

©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)

The 20th of August, 2011

How to forget your smell?

How to forget your tender kisses?

Now I want to yell.

Your love my heart misses.

Cruel time didn’t save us, didn’t save.

Gentle breeze blew away our feelings,

Ghost of love came from the grave,

No mercy on me, no healings.

Our years together flowed and flew,

It seemed they would never end.

None of us knew

The ghost of death could all amend.

Your hot breath burned my lips,

Your sweet words burned my heart,

Our life was the love trips,

We didn’t want to be apart.

We’ve met on a crossroad,

Two destinies merged into one.

The whole world glowed,

We gave birth to the son.

The ghost of original sin appeared,

Fatal errors can’t be avoided.

We were both feared

To be deprived of freedom, to be annoyed.

***

Someone’s head is on someone’s shoulder,

But only cold is now on my cheeks.

I haven’t become bolder, but…getting older

I know what my soul seeks.

And still: A black ghost of guilt is behind my back.

My love was true, but something had a lack.

It was the black ghost of someone's fault.

The one I couldn’t halt.

©Larisa Rzhepishevska

The 3rd of July, 2011

Odessa, Ukraine

It was a cold January morning,

all around looked a bit boring.

In Washington’s subway

was the beginning of the ordinary day.

Everyone was in a hurry,

they didn’t want to worry

and didn’t pay attention

to the man I would like here to mention.

The passers-by didn’t clap

to the man wearing jeans and baseball cap.

They all looked at the clock,

so that to get in time for their work.

It was not a tradition

to listen to a street musician.

That man played his violin.

He didn’t try to win.

He was in his own skin.

Would you like to know?

It was certainly not a show.

But…he played

the most beautiful works of art,

best musical compositions.

Those sounds could touch anyone’s heart

if they were played in another condition.

Now, I would like to tell.

That man was Joshua Bell,

the famous American violinist.

He didn’t persist on subway’s stage,

He was not in a rage for earning 32 dollars,

playing only 45 minutes.

For a street player it’s a good salary,

considering the USA country.

But…you know what?

There is something I forgot.

Two days before

His salary was insanely more.

For the concert in Boston it was a million

because he was really brilliant.

But…in Washington’s subway

Everyone went away

without hearing his play.

Here is my cmment.

It was an experiment

suggested by Washington Post.

I don’t know it’s cost

but I know quite well

we do not hear even the church bell.

We are blind and deaf

And it’s the biggest grief.

One man from that subway’s crowd had said:

He played too loud.

©Larisa Rzhepiahevska

The 5th of March,2011

We go to bed with a dream,

We get up with a dream.

All our life we strive for a dream.

All our life we dream.

It’s beautiful to live with a dream,

Though sometimes we suffer.

There are moments we scream

And life seems to be a tougher.

We all dream to achieve a goal.

Our dream is an elixir of longevity.

It’s an elixir for our undying soul,

It’s Gods gift and His charity.

The one who can dream survive,

A dream widens the world,

That one always feels alive.

Inside the brain a dream unfurls.

Calendars are just ruthless,

But we are still proud of our age.

Even being toothless (ha ha)

We dream to perform on a stage.

The book of life I cherish,

I try to reach my dream.

My soul makes it garish

And strive for another dream.

May be my dream won’t come true

As devil hurts sometimes

But the beautiful picture I drew

Would be the bells chimes.

So, dream, my dear friend,

Up to the last breath, up to the end!

©Larisa Rzhepishevska

February 15,2011

When I was going home

the darkness was around,

nobody on the street,..indeed

I saw an old woman,

she was a dandelion like,.

she rummaged in the refuse bins

which were all alike.

She was the one who's got her pension

"in the proportion with her job".

I wouldn't like here to mention

that ... she was just robbed.

She bought the medicines,

had not enough for food,

she bought the food

had not enough for medicines.

...And close to the refuse bins

there was a stall

and boxes with the fruit were near by.

"It looks you're pushed of money"-

she heard the voice.

"take some from here,

it's much better choice."

She smiled sadly and...

I've heard her answers

"Can't take another’s’".

And with those words

she slowly moved....

to another refuse bin.

I saw that scene.

I began to cry,

And I know why.

I was delighted with her greatness!

I was ashamed of my carefree life!

And ... if I were her

I wouldn't decline.

Larisa Rzhepishevska(Odessa, Ukraine)

Siptember 16^th, 2010

F R I E N D

F is for the one who is Fair.

R is for the one is so Rare.

I is for the one who is not Ideal.

E is for the one who is my Equal.

N is for the one who is always Near.

D is for the one who is so Dear.

©Larisa Rzhepishevska

December 7th,2010

A VOICE IN THE WILDNESS

I hate and I love.

How much I hunger

for the days when I was younger,

for the days when I was really free,

for the days when I was a real me.

And what is happening now?

Has the world turned upside down?

I do not say any more “Wow!”

Nothing surprises me.

I can only realize

this horrible situation

with discomfort and even frustration.

Am I on another stage?

Is it connected with my age?

I don’t think so.

I can see today the youth

who can’t find the truth.

Isn’t it strange that

having two higher educations

I am on the edge of starvation?

Isn’t it strange that

having worked all my life

I have to think how to survive?

No one cares about my life,

no one worries if I should live or die.

I hate those unfair rules

which were proclaimed for the fools.

I love my motherland,

but the life here I can’t withstand.

I forgot the word “hurray”.

That was another day.

My future is unpredictable as weather.

I am like a feather,

don’t know where to fly.

It seems all is a lie.

I don’t know where this time the wind will blow.

Where is my spirits flow?

I don’t know how to live,

I don’t know whom to believe.

The world has greatly changed.

For someone it’s not strange.

It’s only strange that I am still alive

and have to think how to survive.

Who will tell me what to do?

Should I be true with those who cheat,

with those who treat

me and others as a toy?

They are very much annoyed

to listen to the truth,

but they are not confused

to rob, to demand,

to occupy my motherland.

They even use God’s name

as a cover for their crimes.

They do not hear the church bells chimes,

they only hear their own voice,

leaving the majority with no choice.

My voice is crying in the wildness.

Forgetting about gladness

I have to know sadness,

to learn the rules of a new dirty game.

Isn’t it the biggest shame?

I have no more strength to fight

but only to wait for the light

at the end of that tunnel,

in other words: for my funeral.

Where is the way out?

It looks as there is only one: to pray,

to calm my soul for another stay.

December 2nd,2010

IT’S NEVER LATE

It’s never late to dream,

to find in life a gleam,

to break a thread of insult

and hope for a good result.

It’s never late to forgive,

in happiness to believe,

to kill the seed of sadness

for better life and gladness.

It’s never late to return,

a new lesson to learn,

to fall in love again

and dance under the rain.

It’s never late to live,

a new aim to achieve,

a new life to begin

and always try to win.

It’s only late at night

when with a sleep you can’t fight.

November 21st,2010