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.
I love the warmth of rains in summer time,
It's so nice and pleasant in any clime.
I love the golden autumn when it dances blues,
When I let my imagination lose.
I love the whiteness of the snow when winter comes,
I don't feel any cold when I am in your arms.
But when the blossom of the spring comes
I'll overcome the oceans, mountains and seas
And on the wings of love I'll fly to you
For only one reason to tell you: I LOVE YOU!
What is love?
It's impossible to explain.
What is love?
I think this question will remain.
What is love?
We ask one another.
What is love?
A little child asked his mother.
It's so simple and hard to understand.
It can be so different,
you can't here pretend.
It can be so sweet
with tender meetings,
It can be bitter
with tears and partings.
It can be so different:
like a brightness of the star
being so far.
It can be like an apple-tree
in it's blossom time.
It can be a prison,
it can be a chime.
There are so many words for love.
But... to understand it
you just have… TO LOVE.
The last leaf’s falling from the tree
Farewell to autumn!
Snowflakes start their waltzing spree
To better future blossom.
Your hair darling turned to gray
As well as mine.
Our years together – a safety bay,
They are like aged wine.
More often I would love to hug,
To feel your warm embrace,
Near the fireplace to snug,
To kiss your lovely face.
I’d like to cuddle up to you
And to escape the loneliness.
In spite of time and old view
Remain with lasting beautiness.
And let the wind rage outdoor,
It won’t change our feelings.
I want to love you more and more,
Up to the end of our livings.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 21st of October, 2011
Tenderness has million of faces and names,
Tenderness has million of secrets and signs.
It is in the autumns rains,
It is in the young wines.
Tenderness is a high flying bird,
It’s in the light breath of the wind.
It can be everywhere heard,
It can never be sinned.
Tenderness can be in crystal tears
Shining on your eyelashes.
It can be in timid rays of dawn,
It can be in warm sea splashes.
Tenderness is in all around,
It’s so easy to be found.
Wake up without vanity or flatness
And you will feel the tenderness.
Tenderness is in the quivering heart,
It turns your arms into the wings.
It can create a fine art,
Make a lot of beautiful things.
It fills your soul with magic light,
And all around becomes marvelous and bright.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 10th of September, 2011
You are running ahead
Instead of thinking where.
Your heart is beating at a crazy speed,
It has it’s own flair.
You are swallowing salty drops of tears,
You do not hear the jeers,
You do not feel the rain
But only the unfair pain.
Hurts tear your soul apart.
Who cares about your broken heart?
You want to scream, even to roar,
You can’t stand this pain any more.
You want to smash all on your way,
His love was just a play.
At the moment you are blind,
You are getting out of your mind.
It’s so hard to breathe,
You are clenching tight your teeth,
You are trying to gather your will in a fist,
So that your emotions to resist.
You are running against the wind.
Are you really sinned?
Could you be blamed if you loved,
If for a true love you starved?
You thought he was better than the rest,
You prayed and wanted him to be blessed.
Now you are confused. But why?
He refused to teach you how to fly.
You have nothing to do but confess:
He wanted you only for his own success.
You can’t escape from yourself,
You can only run forward.
Without a thought what was left
Leaving everything behind,
You try the sense of life to find.
You have only to admit –
He was not your destiny’s gift.
To own you as a thing was his motivation.
You were just his wit reservation.
Understanding the truth you become angry.
You won’t be any more weak.
A true and real love you seek.
You’ll open your heart only to God
Who will never be a fraud,
Who helps you always and now
Sending hard rain on the ground
To wash off your tears and all dirt around.
Now you’ll have to understand:
The rain will certainly end.
There will be again the sunshine
And with the God’s help all will be fine.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
18th of May, 2011
I loved,
But didn’t speak about it.
I loved,
But didn’t show my feelings.
I loved,
But didn’t expose my soul.
I was speechless
And I was tireless
To listen to your words.
For me they were singing birds.
I loved
And I had seen a wonder.
I loved,
Was not afraid of any thunder.
I loved
And heard only your voice.
You were my only rejoice.
Your eyes sparkled,
They were two shining miracles.
My heart used to sank
As only you touched my hand.
That was long time ago.
My love I didn’t show
As I was only seventeen.
And all around seemed blue and green.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
The 5th of April, 2011
Oh, my guitar!
You are in a case.
It seems so far
You were not embraced.
Your strings are weak,
Your heart is sick.
But a hope remains,
You’ll overcome the pains.
A master will come,
You won’t strum.
You won’t complain
But will sound again.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
February the 2nd,2011
Comment By maninblack1979 on 18-02-2012
Larisa, this is a wonderful poem. Your guitar might be neglected but your writing is beautifully tuned! This is music in it's own way, well written.
Comment By rhumour on 18-02-2012
Hehe, nice one Larisa - I have 2 or 3 guitars that would recognise that tale of neglect - perhaps I will try to tune one up again :)) Best wishes, Dave
Comment By mussygal on 18-02-2012
Lovely poem, Larisa! I like thinking of a guitar as a human form. They will make beautiful sounds again when a master is through with them. :-) lots of hugs, Carol
Give me your password!
No! Not to your email -
The password to your heart
So that not to be apart,
So that to understand:
If you are the one for me on this land.
Give me your password!
I'd like to connect with your soul
As far as you are my sole.
Give me your password!
I'd like to be always with you,
To give my tender love to you.
Your love is a beautiful grin,
Your love is a star in my arm,
Your love is a voice of the violin,
It gives my life such a charm.
Your love is a sparkling diamond,
A diamond which do not need polish,
Your love is a beautiful island,
With each day it only flourish.
Your love is a paradise with angels,
It makes me feel always young,
Your love for me is just happiness
With love songs being high-strung.
Your love is like a fresh wind,
Your love is like the sunshine,
It warms my sensitive skin,
It cools me in the hot time.
I don’t need wine to be drunk,
I have your love to be sunk.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
January the 3rd, 2011
YOUR EYES
As only I look into your eyes
my soul truly realize
how much I love you.
Your eyes intoxicate,
I don’t exaggerate,
they are my fate.
They give me inspiration
and love sensation.
They give the rise to my imagination,
they give the rise to love temptation.
Your eyes attract,
Your eyes inspire,
My loving heart is just on fire.
My life becomes a celebration,
your eyes are just the revelation of love.
How much I starve!
How much I long
to kiss those two angels!
They are my visuals
of the whole universe.
And in my verse I say:
they are the source of light,
they shine so bright.
The stars are in your eyes.
In them I never see the lies.
They are my inspiration,
They are the God’s creation.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
November 6th , 2010
SOME MEN ARE JUST BLIND
Expressing his love
an elephant called his darling
“You are my dove.”
May be it sounds strange
but I’ve heard when a bear
called his beloved
“You are my bird.”
I’ve heard when a whale,
and it’s not a tale,
called his sweetheart a little fish.
And one crocodile called his wife
“You are my sweetest dish.”
A mole in his dark hole
called his beloved a swallow.
In return he heard:
“You are my lovely fellow.”
After hearing all those words,
after listening to the birds,
a thought has come to my mind:
Some men are just blind.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
Don’t touch my heart!
It is broken.
There is no love in it.
I have closed it.
No one cares to see it bleeding,
no one knows its needing.
Love bullet crashed it in pieces,
but I will never fall on my knees.
My heart is not feigning,
the scars are still paining,
but I will never cry,
I will never stand a lie.
There is no love in my heart,
but there is a hope for a new start.
Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
29/9 2010
It’s so good to be someone's 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 someone's 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 Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
28/9 2010
RUSSIAN ROULETTE
This theme is known quite well.
Our love story was like a Russian roulette.
I would never bet or foretell
If I had to bite the bullet.
My heart sang beautiful song,
I could fly high in the sky,
Wrote poems for the one I thought I belong,
Didn’t think of the day I die.
He insisted on changing the rules of the game,
I ran away from the unnecessary risk,
Love forever I wanted to proclaim,
But he showed me only a big fist.
I wished him to be my husband,
He wished to use me as a toy.
I haven’t seen the foggy England,
I thought about life I would enjoy.
My heart was so gentle,
I couldn’t recognize a flirt.
The cylinder was near my temple,
But…there was no a bullet in it.
Anyway...life goes on!
I am again singing a beautiful song.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
24/9 2010
TWO SOULS
Everyone is a 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
come together to a certain perfection,
like diamonds polishing each other,
like diamonds sparkling together
reverberate in each others soul,
live together and play one role.
Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
September 21st, 2010
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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