Your wish is great (to my grandson)
Your wish is great
But don't be late!
No one denies
That time flies.
Do not relate
That it's a tale!
Yes, you can fail
And make mistakes
In this or other case.
But do be strong!
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poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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May be it's a sin...
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.
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Escape
I will escape from the one I dislike.
My psych doesn’t need a strike.
I will better take a bike
And will go for a ride
Somewhere out of your site,
To see the world wide noontide.
I don’t want to confide the one who lied.
Meeting with you was a misguide.
I will not allow you to deride my pride.
I will decide myself how to reside.
And I will not backslide.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
April 24th,2011
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The talk
There was a dialogue between two drunken men;
Look! It’s not my fork!
How can I eat this pork?
The glass is also not mine.
How can I dine?
The answer was:
You are a fool!
The fork is not the main tool.
Eat with the help of your hands,
Just as the flans.
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In a January morning...
In a January morning,
On a sunny April day,
A crocodile croaks as it is May.
On the pavement bricks out of board,
There walks the tallest little lord.
In a hospital is healthy.
Poor man is so wealthy.
Fed to teeth I want to eat
And a cheat is so sweet.
Come my dears! Come to me!
I don't want to see you.
Any false you say is true,
In the yard you lived and grew.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
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After A Morning Quarrel
After a morning quarrel with his wife
A husband has got a terrible life.
After work, coming back home,
He finds a warning syndrome.
It’s a note lying on the table:
Honey, I think you are able to heat up the food,
Today I am in a bad mood,
So, to cheer me up I went to my friend
To watch the film with a happy end.
The food is already on the stove.
The stove is in the restaurant The Fat Duck.
I wish you a good luck!
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Don't Touch My Heart!
Don’t touch my heart!
It is broken.
There is no love in it.
I have closed it.
No one dares 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 R (Odessa, Ukraine)
29/9 2010
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In a January Morning (nonsense poem)
In a January morning,
On a sunny April day,
A crocodile croaks as it is May.
On the pavement bricks out of board,
There walks the tallest little lord.
In a hospital is healthy.
Poor man is so wealthy.
Fed to teeth I want to eat
And a cheat is so sweet.
Come my dears! Come to me!
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On a tin there sat a cat
On a tin there sat a cat
It looked exactly like a rat
Poor little biggie rat
It has swallowed a cat.
Little cow wore a wig
And the ground it could dig
Like a purple brown pig
Sat on thin and thickest twig.
In the farm and in the zoo
For a hat there's no loo.
Piece of milk is good for two,
Jug of cake is healthy too.
On the west the sun arise.
For Japan it's a surprise,
For Morocco rising sun
Turned to be a real fun.
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Seaside At Winter
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.
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