Spring! Spring! Spring! (rzhepick)
Spring! Spring! Spring!
The bells ring, ring, ring!
I am in the park under the tree.
I am free, free, free!
The crows are sitting on the tree,
They are also free, free, free.
Nothing clever comes into my head,
Only foolish things instead.
More than that!
Those critters which are on the tree
They have more freedom than me.
Their litters they throw on my head.
Should I cry or be glad?
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
3.11.2010
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Loving Eyes
I look into your loving eyes,
my soul feels and realize
how they are so wise.
Your eyes intoxicate,
I don’t exaggerate,
they herald my fate.
Your eyes are revelation,
they are my inspiration,
they are God’s creation.
They are the source of light,
they shine so bright,
like magic stars at night.
They are the smile of the universe,
two sparkling angels on the planet Earth.
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Red And Brown
- Why do you always wear the red shirt?
- They assert that…it’s to avert the fright of seeing blood
when I am wounded.
I am quite salted and not a crud.
- Now I understand your point of view.
Looking at you a picture I drew:
You always wear the brown trousers
for not having any moral traumas.
The outflow of your shit nothing will show,
But ….only your crow.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 7th of January,2012
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A Petrel And a Penguin
The proud petrel
with strong mettle
flew over the sea.
Throwing his litters on the rocks
he watched the clumsy penguin’s walks.
The stupid penguin looked at the sky.
How much he wished to fly!
He had heard
he was also a bird.
If he could fly
he would proudly throw his litter
from the bird’s eye.
The moral of this song:
Remember to what kind of bird you belong.
Am I right?
A bird is known by it’s flight.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
05/11/2010
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Summer, autumn, winter, spring
I like the warmth of rains in summer time.
It's so nice and pleasant in any clime.
I like the golden autumn when it dances blues,
When I let my imagination loose.
I like 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!
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Love is.....
Love is... a fragrance of roses,
Love is...a star in your arm,
Love is...a voice of a violin
It gives your life such a charm.
Love is... a diamond
Which do not need any polish,
Love is... a dream
Which you can't refuse,
Love is... a feeling
That makes you breathless, ageless
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Happiness Or Health?
Two men were asked one question:
What is more important – happiness or health?
The first one answered:
Certainly happiness!
Another one said:
I would be glad if I had health,
I would change it for all my wealth.
Do you ask me why?
Here is my reply:
You know, some days ago,
I have, at last, met my happiness.
But….Damn! Damn! Damn!
I don’t want the others to condemn,
But…in the act I’ve showed my weakness
And have lost my princess.
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Rzhepicks (5)
Forget about yesterday!
Live today!
Think and dream about tomorrow,
without any sorrow.
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,
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Tennis
Some people say:
if you have strength
you don’t need brain,
but I would like to say:
it doesn’t come with tennis.
If you take a racket and go to a court,
my Lord!
You better use your brain
but not the mass
which is called ass.
I would like to confess:
playing tennis is like playing chess,
you certainly need strength
but using your smartness
you’ll go to the length,
you’ll get your revenge
and it won’t be strange.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
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Darling
The word was printed and flew away,
the letters were lining up in a threat.
I didn't want! No! I didn't want to print this word.
But! It was so naughty.
It bravely came off my heart
and jumped on the keyboard. My Lord!
It came off my heart and flew away
traveling half way around the world.
It was so foolish, so quiet, so timid and modest.
Seven little letters flied away
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