Short Odessa Poems

"In the Deep Azure Skies"...    
Is a hidden sea in disguise    
Swimming through are fish birds    
"Mermaids Glide Backwards"...    
   
"Smooth Art in Pastels"...    
The clouds share their trails    
To the creatures secret Sky Odessa    
"Lucent's Oceana"......

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- I am a little rabbit, hrum - hrum,

I like sweet carrot, hrum - hrum,

I'm like a ferret, hrum - hrum,

Live in a burrow, hrum - hrum,

Though it's narrow, hrum - hrum,

Now I am eating cabbage, hrum - hrum,

It's for my courage, hrum - hrum.

- Dear little rabbit, tell me your habit!

- Hrum - hrum!


© Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)...

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Coloured Putin
Shoot her full of rainbows
Scythes from heaven
Souls down in Hell
Hundred thousand dead
Mamushka I miss you
Our Leader sent us there
Not an Odessa holiday
Opposite of that mama
Forgive them all
It's Putin's orders
Hundred thou casualties
Bullet ridden rainbows
Her essence is black



SELL OUT
Nick Armbrister 
out in 23...

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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.

Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)...

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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)...

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Russians are clumsy, a fact that's well known 
Mistook a lone beach for the battle zone
Odessa was out of reach
So hit a loo on the beach
I hope there was no one sat on the throne... 


Written on 22 May 2022



The bungling Russian navy fired a $5 million dollar misslle at Odessa claiming to hit a military target, it hit a target of high value alright , a toilet on a deserted beach....

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Premiered at Midland Motor Speedway, Odessa, TX – 6/26/1998
	               
ACT 1

Das Lied für Alma
Still Life Instrumental
First Nights
Pain Hurts
Violet
Dancing with the Blues
The Reckoning
No One’s Going Home 

ACT 2

Brickyard Informal
Beneath the Wheel
Eyes of a Miner
Here She Was
Halfway to My Knees
The Last Time We Made Love

ACT 3

I Quit
Never Be Too Far Away 
Yesterday’s Coffee
Stale Green Light...

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I am yours not a fate,
You are mine just a date.

We would better say: Whatever?
Nothing lasts forever.
Life is worth living
without any misgiving.

Nevertheless I say: Take care!
In your heart be fair.
Though love didn’t come,
but you were a charm.

You were only my passion,
my confusion, my obsession. 
We can not be together
whether bad or good weather.

I am yours not a fate,
You are mine just a date.

©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)...

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The coolest day is tomorrow.
Tomorrow, without any sorrow,
We’ll do sport to lose weight
As we hate to be fat,
But want to look like an acrobat.
Tomorrow we’ll stop drinking,
Tomorrow we’ll stop smoking
And we’ll certainly start reading.
We’ll stop eating after six,
And different food we won’t mix.
But every day when we wake up,
Without any makeup,
We always greet today.
By the way, I also obey this play.

©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)...

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The longest night,

 The shortest day

 The 22nd of December.

 The Sun turns into another way

 Putting more warmth into the amber,

 Into the humans hearts that pray

 For love, for peace, for happiness,

 For Merry Christmas!

 The 22nd of December!

 The Sun has got its own reasons

 To differentiate the seasons. 

 And Jesus Christ birth

 On our beautiful Earth

 Was also the Suns grace

 From the magic space.

  

 Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)...

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Odessa W. Connell
You never knew
But you were a source of strength  
My admiration for you knew no depth
So hard working
Faithful to God
My mind wanders back to your rose garden
Beautiful beyond words
The fragrance  
Intoxicating
You stood tall and proud
Divorcing, with six  offspring needing you
At  the time
Almost unheard of
Just over a year now
Since our heavenly father called you home
 Granny, I loved you
Now and then
May your sweet soul rest in peace...

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I don’t write poems, 
I drink them like wine, 
I become tipsy 
with each coming line. 

I don’t write poems, 
I breathe them like air, 
I become so happy 
when each one I share.   

I don’t write poems, 
I live with them; 
they prolong my years, 
they are as true as I am. 

I don’t write poems, 
I weave into verses 
sadness, joy, tears, 
prayers, love, curses… 

My poems talk and sing, 
Sense of living they bring. 


©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)...

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