MY FOOLISH HEART
My foolish heart!
Stop beating so nervously and quickly!
I have no more strength to bear this pain,
everything is quite plain.
My eyes have become tearless,
my arms have become helpless,
I have no more strength of will,
I am so tired and ill.
There is no more sense to forgive,
there is no more sense to believe.
My foolish heart, stop trembling
just because of one call from him,
the call which has broken the silence
and looked like a violence.
My foolish heart! Do you hear me?
I will not allow you to speak.
I don't give a damn that I can't sleep.
I don't want to love him any more.
What for? All we had was before.
My foolish heart! Keep quiet!
I am very tired, I am not desired.
My foolish heart! Look at me!
I've let him go,
now you let him go too.
Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
September 16th, 2010
FEELINGS HAVE NO AGE
Feelings have no age,
feelings have no distance.
With coming years you become a sage,
only real love is your existence.
Your body feels more,
your heart beats faster,
your taste is sharper than before,
your soul becomes a master.
Feelings have no age,
they become even stronger.
Your love doesn’t live in a cage,
it has no time to ponder.
Feelings have no age,
if you love you don’t have to repent.
You have a big revenge,
if your heart and soul are in content.
Feelings have no age….
Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
I WOULD COME BACK
I would come back
but the roads are hidden.
Though many times were ridden
they haven't left any tracks.
I would come as a spring dawn
breaking the winter's yearning,
greeting the beauty of the morning,
the first flowers on the lawn.
I would come as a tender rain,
as an April thaw in springs.
I would grow big wings
but the idea is inane and brings pain.
I would come as a lilac sunset,
as silver or amber early dew.
I would become a real mew,
fly to you and sing a duet.
Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
August 20th, 2010
Don’t tell me farewell!
How much more I would love to tell.
I remember how we have met.
Those days I will never forget.
Don’t tell me farewell!
Without you I can’t find a place to dwell.
I remember how we have met by chance.
You looked at me with such a charming glance.
Don’t tell me farewell!
I don’t believe you are the one to swell.
Some things I understand,
We’ve built a castle on the sand.
Don’t tell me farewell.
I don’t believe that you are heartless,
I don’t believe that you are soulless,
Without you I am just helpless.
My destiny is hanging by a thread,
My heart will long for you and bleed.
I’ve spent the whole day in sorrow,
Don’t know what to do tomorrow.
I don’t want to play with words,
But I would like to offer prayers to all Gods
So that to hear nothing more
But only one word “Hello!”
Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
WHAT IS THE COLOR OF LOVE?
What is the color of love?
I'll paint it with RED.
Do you ask me why? Because.....
Red roses are the symbol of love,
Red sunrises are the symbol of life.
What is the color of love?
I think I'll paint it with ORANGE.
I'll give it to you by the segments.
It looks so naive but....
You have to believe.
What is the color of love?
And now I am painting it with YELLOW.
It's the sunshine of the bright day.
It's the color of flowers in spring.
What is the color of love?
I'll better paint it with GREEN.
"Green grass of home...",
Green leaves, green peace...
What is the color of love?
I think I'll paint it with BLUE.
It's the color of the sky,
It's the color of freedom,
It's the color of seas and oceans
It's the color of the devotions.
What is the color of love?
It is sometimes dark blue
When the ocean is angry
When someone's love is not true.
What is the color of love?
May be it is VIOLETTE?
Don't try to guess
As I'd like here to confess:
It's a RAINBOW!
Larisa Rzhepishevska(Odessa, Ukraine)
May 6th, 2010
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
The melody of love!
It's such a beautiful moment!
When loving eyes meet,
The words you don't need.
The lightning sparks the hearts,
The holy union starts.
The melody of love was born.
The whole land it would adorn.
It's divinely beautiful,
It's graceful and faithful.
It's virgin pure,
It's impossible to reassure.
Its gusts are noble,
It's just youthful.
For two the nightingale sings,
For two God brings wings
And join their hearts.
For two a new life starts.
The melody of love!
It's just a tender touch.
It's beautiful as such.
It's beautiful in a dance,
It's beautiful in a sincere glance.
The melody of love!
It's in a tender kiss,
In tremulous words you miss.
It's the unit of two worlds
Swirled in one tight node,
No one knows its code.
The melody of love!
Hearts are filled with happiness,
Souls know only kindness,
There is no strength to part,
It's so light on the heart.
The melody of love!
© Copyright Larisa Rzhepishevska
Once upon a time
In a warm spring day
The bee flied far away.
It has left it’s shelter
To collect the sweet nectar
From the beautiful flowers
Using God’s dower.
When the bee flied over the field
Alas, it couldn’t see the caterpillar
That crept in the grass.
The caterpillar looked at the bee,
Looked at the sky with yearning,
It also wanted to fly,
Learning the world around
And not to creep on the ground.
Burning with passion, tearfully
The caterpillar said hopefully:
“I love you the bee.
I would agree to do anything
If only I could fly with you.
Don’t tell me adieu!
I haven’t any view from the ground
I just feel to be bound.”
The caterpillar was lost in tears.
Having enough sufferings during the day time
It has fallen into a deep sleep
As there was no more strength to weep.
But when it woke up in the morning chime
It thought it was still a dream time
As it could now fly into the sky,
It turned into a butterfly.
The same morning having seen the butterfly
The bee’s heart melted with joy.
Oh, boy! It was in love at first sight,
Together they would have a wonderful flight.
Now they are flying together
In the fields, in the woods, in the gardens
And their love hardens.
The flowers give them
Their sweet nectar to drink,
There is no troubles to think.
The fable, I’ve told above,
Doesn’t need a question: What is love?
Everyone understands it in his own way.
What else can I say?
This fable was written on the motif of an old French song 'L'Abeille et Papillon' (1956)
God save you from uninvited sadness
that knock at the windows at blind nights,
from sweet cheats that seem to be happiness
but then …. as an enemy smites.
God save you from unneeded advices,
from insulting libels, from vain expectations,
from those who pretend to be friends
and then …. go with denunciations.
God save you on the non shallow roads,
save from the choice between duty and wish,
save from the pain of loss and doubts,
save from needless suffering and anguish.
God bless, save and protect you today and always!
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 15th of April, 2012
Such a disaster once had happened.
Water and fire had fallen in love
Master to hug the fire was maddened,
Was so much afraid to hug his love.
Strong arms of fire enchanted, gleamed,
All around him has brightened.
Pull over to her love water dreamed
But the flames of fire frightened.
Prideful and beautiful was the fire
With each coming day his love blazed
To hug water was his greatest desire
But …to do it he was so much afraid.
The same often happens in life.
They love, but are afraid to show.
With the real feelings they strive,
Different ways they forever go.
Can’t live together water and fire.
One another they only admire.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 28th of April, 2013