Bless Your Heart: Poem

 Bless Your Heart

On some days, sky divided in two.

There are days when heart is damaged

But still working, it is not frackable

When strength of happiness is admirable.

On certain days, time ticking as blessings. –

Talk like you’re blessed.

Act like you’re blessed

To activate sacred blessings

And acknowledge the joy of happiness.

Power of blessings can crush the heart.

Power of blessings may heal the hurt heart.

Sometimes, it shames the human soul.

On occasion, it liberates the person’s spirit.

Sky can abstract connection

Or invite it to create action.

Please always use words wisely.

Please continue to be humble and lovely.

As the sunshine’s sky is reaching out,

Let’s keep shining and smiling

With the inner light.

Tomshinsky@2025

 

Rosemary: Poem

 Rosemary: Poem

Rosemary, Rosemary,

You bring out a sweet memory.

Rosemary, Rosemary

Who knew your words reduce

Stress and anxiety.

Rosemary, Rosemary,

You was my protective property.

The magic flagrance of perfume

Bring out the awkward memory

Of words you sent to me.

Rosemary, Rosemary,

You set me free

And raised again like a Phoenix

When I tripped over extension cord.

Instead, my heart hurts

As it was not a pleasant memory.

Rosemary, Rosemary,

In my late memory

You are romantic, and lovely.

I get the separation anxiety.

There is no way to reply

Regarding your message delivery.

I practice letting go of my memory.

Tomshinsky@2025

Fridays to Pamper: Poem

 

Fridays to Pamper

Friday rises shivering.

Let’s do the happy Friday dance.

I will not let go of my happiness.

I will be pampered with passion,

Care, and connection

In flavors, beauty, and heart.

Perhaps milk and sweet honey

Could wait on Friday.

It is impossible to stop

The bright sunlight.

We do not need to stop

Your special touch of desired love.

Friday night, Friday night

No rush to slow the time.

Friday cuddling is fine.

Tomshinsky@2025

Somebody Has to Work: Poem

 

Somebody Has to Work

Snow falls and falls.

People walk and walk.

Somebody must work.

Winter clothes keep you warm.

Winter boots keep feet dry.

I do not cry

Because my working shoes

Are in the backpack to awe’s

For office success.

Snow falls, people walk,

Because someone must work.

Tomshinsky@2025

After Fifty: Poem

 

After Fifty

Some people say,

Life is not a play.

Life runs very fast.

After the big fifty passed,

The intellect grows

And faces do not get old.

Yes, it is difficult

 To get to sleep at night

But it gets easy to wake up

At the first daylight.

Lel’s fill out the crystal glasses

And celebrate the classes

Of life with all its messes

Because every mess hall

Has an attempt to fix at a ball.

Let’s fill out the crystal glasses

With sweet wine of sun grapes!

Today we will celebrate.

Today is time to commemorate.

Tomshinsky@2025

Helping Elf: Poem

 Helping Elf

I.

I learned that soul a more important

Then beauty and makeup.

I read and studied

That I do not need to be too proud

Of yourself

And better be a helpful elf.

Another important point –

Do not hurry up

On the red stopping light.

II.

He was a saint

She was a vagrant.

He read all her thoughts,

Words and greetings

But do they’ll keep promises

Of the forehead kisses?

Do not say a word,

Let the shy flowers open up.

She did not learn to take orders

From the wide shoulders.

III.

She is smart, naïve, and proud.

Please do not follow the cloud.

Sorry for the bound

To look into your soul.

So sorry for my feelings

To understand the total intentions.

Sorry for my steps and words,

I try to learn to walk and talk

On my own, and the whole world of odds.

Tomshinsky@2025

Background Noise: Poem

 

Background Noise

Slipped, and shattered and gone.

In the world of suffering,

It is a lot to handle when overcoming.

Sudden, senseless,

And it’s bearably painful.

The days to follow are blur.

I feel like a ghost drifting

Throughout my own living.

I can sit for hours

And watch the world go by.

I am strongly convinced

That time to be

The main character ended

As my own story is over.

I became the background noise.

The one who does not know grief,

See her always alone and leave.

One day, she was sent flowers,

And at this moment,

She forgot that she is an old woman,

A forgotten widow

Full of suffering and sorrow.

At this moment, it was worst to smile.

She was blessed to be alive.

It is always a surprise

In the morning sunrise.

Some days are better.

Some days are worse.

I look on the positive side

Instead of the course.

You cannot do it all,

But you can do your best.

Tomshinsky@2025