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.
AUTUMN IN THE WOOD
I will enter the quiet wood,
On the rustling leaves I will dance,
I will watch the Godhood,
I will prance to the autumn’s romance.
I will wear a colorful dress,
I will mix up myself with the leaves,
I will hear what wind says,
I will feel the tender breeze.
I will see a birch in gilding,
A maple in its nice crimson,
A spiders beautiful sewing
Created with Gods benison.
The Sun will play with the dewdrops,
The leaves will dance rock and roll.
Feeling desirable aromas of hops
The autumn will be a droll.
I will be fascinated by the autumn’s beauty
Where only peace and harmony are on duty.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 17th of September, 2011
I will escape from the built-up city
To the countryside,
Where all around are so pretty
And the fields are green and wide.
I will escape from the traffics and smog
To the nature’s lyrics and a croaking frog.
I will escape from concrete and power lines
To the breathtaking lights and signs,
To the place where field bells ring
And free birds merrily sing,
To the forest where trees are attractive
And are not a city’s captive.
I will listen to the voice of nature
And my life will be a great adventure.
I will walk barefoot to feel the land,
I will touch a stream with my hand.
My joy will have no measures,
Knowing that the world is full of treasures.
I will escape from the bustle of the city
To the wildflowers which look so friendly,
Where the sky is so bright and clean
And I feel myself like in a dream.
And when the night comes,
The starry sky has so much charms,
An internal balance will feel my heart
As our Earth’s nature is really smart.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
9th of May, 2011
It’s amazing to watch the frost’s work.
It made the sea side a fairy tale.
The frost’s quirk made the sea not for a sail.
The silence is all around.
For a while the time stands still.
The seagulls can’t swill.
Like in the realm of Antarctica
Throughout the frost, snow and ice
I see the beauty of a paradise.
But! In the next few moments
The spring will come spelling the frost.
The nature’s fulfillment will be the most.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 8th of February, 2012
Good morning dear daddy,
Good morning dear mum,
Good morning dear Teddy,
It looks the spring has come.
Awakened at the dawn
My dream at once has gone.
I’ve heard the song of starling,
Our feathered friends are coming.
The sparrows are chirping,
The titmouse is whistling,
The starling pours the trills,
The warmth of spring it feels.
The magic sounds fill the world
The drops from roofs are pearled.
These drops are ringing,
The whole world is singing.
The sparrow’s song cares the ear,
Its sounds are magic and fair,
And here was my thought:
On its wings the spring was brought.
Birds are scurrying around
For a nest to be found.
All around is in the motion
Seeking for the devotion.
The starlings rise into the sky.
I also wish to fly.
My heart began to think,
The sun began to wink.
***
The days are getting longer and brighter.
A lot of time for a poet and a writer.
A lot of time to think everything over
And…….to become…….A Doer!
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
March 20th, 2011
How beautiful this night is!
The Moon appeared in all its glory.
The biggest moon, the brightest light
Will hide in mystery the love story.
Rose Moon, Full Strawberry Moon
Winks at the lovers on Earth
Marvelous songs the angels croon.
Admire this event is worth.
This amazing and inspiring sight
The watchers can tonight enjoy.
Supermoon won’t give you a fright,
And nothing at all it will destroy.
To the Earth it will closely approach
Rising up on the opposite of the Sun.
Astronomers have this fact to vouch
Trying the tittle-tattle to shun.
How beautiful this night is!
So, my darling! Why should we fight?
May be it’s better to kiss
Admiring The Moon like this?!
Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 23rd of June, 2013
AN AUTUMN AND A WIND
Having covered her body with light silk
made for her by the spider
the libertine autumn was thinking about a bilk,
about the one who would love her.
She uncovered her knees,
had the naughty wind to tease.
And then… went to sleep
forgetting about all worries,
not wishing to be in any hurries.
The wind had noticed her sleeping,
came up, but didn’t want to wake her up.
He walked on the tiptoe,
he wished to know
how long she was going to sleep.
Why was her sleep so deep?
He walked around her one day, two… three.
Then he had seen her bare knee.
He couldn’t keep in his passion any more.
For what? He wished to see more.
Without any compassion he undressed her.
Oh, naughty wind!
What have you done?
Was it really just for fun?
She was in love with you long time ago.
You had to know how much she wished
to be kissed, to be hugged, to be cared by you.
Her love was really true.
How much she wished to feel you blew!
How much she wished to feel your passion,
never to be in depression.
The autumn woke up and burst into tears.
Those tears went into the rivers.
And the wind ……
Oh, that naughty wind!
He still blows the clouds of red haired mops.
He doesn’t care about the autumn’s drops.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
10.11.2010
INDIAN SUMMER
A mature apple was in my hand,
the season of wisdom was on the Land.
The mornings were pure glass,
the dew was still on the grass.
Amber and red colors were background of blue,
to warm countries the birds flew.
Spreading maple has turned red.
He was afraid to lose his head,
as he was in unrequited love with the rowan.
How much he wanted her to be his woman.
There was no leaves sough,
the webs lace has wreathed around the bough.
The sunbeams ran among the trees,
a naughty breeze invited for a dance the leaves.
At last only one leaf agreed,
the rest preferred to bask in the sun,
they haven’t seen in it any fun.
The beauty of Indian summer
with picturesque and colorful gamma
our Lord has sent to the Earth
to meet a new season with a mirth.
He knew in advance and gave us another chance
to admire the beauty of nature again,
the warmth in our hearts to remain.
He gave us another touch of summer warmth,
so that we could overcome winter storms.
He left us the gift of consolation,
the gift of love and inspiration.
Larisa Rzepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
ADIEU
The autumn is crying,
cold rains denying,
North wind burns my face,
colorful leaves are flying,
as they are in a race.
I have parted with you
telling quiet adieu,
and it seems for good.
Not having heard I love you,
I quite well everything understood.
There was time I believed
when sweet words I received,
I just wanted to be loved,
but you simply deceived,
he has become your beloved.
You’ll be quite well forgotten
as your love was so rotten.
When my wounds are healed
I will start a new life,
in a new house, on my own field.
Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
September 18th, 2010
IT WAS AN AUTUMN DAY
as an autumn day
and it was cold,
the autumn in the yard,
the thunderstorm was arguing with rain,
the leaves were falling down to the ground,
someone's soul sat quietly under the bench.
It shivered with cold and it was wet.
The words of its owner it remembered,
it could not do anything but regret.
"My soul, you prevent me from living,
you can't stand any deceiving,
you pain so hard, you better stay here in the yard
as I can't stand those pains any more. What for?
I can't live anymore like this,
I think without you I can exist.
My eyes are tired to cry,
may be it's better for you to live in the sky?
Please, leave me alone!
I want to live on my own."
And the soul went away in a hard rainy day.
It rambled about the wet yard
without finding any regard
looking at windows and eyes
but nobody heard its cries.
The autumn in the yard,
the thunderstorm was arguing with rain,
the leaves were falling down to the ground
and rustled under someone’s feet,
the soul had no one to meet.
No one heard when it cried,
So, it has slowly died.
Larisa Rzhepishevska(Odessa, Ukraine)
September 10th, 2010
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 Rzepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
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 Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
June 24th, 2010
Willow’s over the river
A tear quietly drops
She is too tired to shiver,
Wasn’t born in a copse.
No one is around her
No one to embrace…
Only the wind has found her.
Is she in such disgrace?
How hard it is for the willow
To stay here all alone,
Looking at the couple of swans,
Which for the lovers are known.
She has no one to talk with,
There is no one her love to share,
Wind has brought her a myth
She could hardly bear.
All trees live in pairs,
Some are good friends,
Engaged in love affairs,
For true love everyone tends.
Being friends with the wind
She wanted to fly to an oak.
But wind has just grinned.
You are destined to cry-he spoke.
And then: Don’t you cry, my dear! -
Said the chatty and naughty wind,
You look like from a fairy tale,
Beautiful, washed and cleaned.
She let down her silky hair
And said in a quiet voice:
An oak met a subtle alder.
He is a man and has a choice.
***
Now the willow stays like this:
Singing the songs without words.
Her branches look like tresses
Which in the water she droops.
The moon is walking in the sky
Smiling to the brightest stars
Only the lonely willow cries
Leaving in her heart the scars.
***
Do not be born beautiful!
Your beauty will fade away.
Be grateful to be born happy.
Happiness with you will stay.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
21st of June, 2013
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