Old Flannel Shirt: Poem

 

~ Old Flannel Shirt ~

I have an old shirt I find comforting,

it's a shirt that belonged to my dad,

this shirt is simple and plain,

but it is a shirt my dad once had.

It is flannel with an old design,

the type that people used to wear,

I don't care about other shirts,

it's about my dad’s old shirt I care.

Sometimes when I feel a bit forlorn,

and nostalgia visits at times unknown,

I pick up dads’ shirt and put it on,

wearing it like dad in old pictures shown.

Sometimes it is such simple things,

that bring comfort when I am sad,

I have an old shirt I find comforting,

it's a shirt that belonged to my dad.

~ James W. Spain

Cosmic Dandelion: Poem

 

Cosmic Dandelion: Poem

Babe, Babe, you are fine.

I need your love,

Enteral sunshine

The same as the external fly.

My eyes see all,

Every bold line –

I am not blind.

Cosmic dandelions,

Laughing lions,

Are my heart’s fold.

Babe, Babe, I need you to stand tall.

The universe got the call.

Come on, come on!

The dandelion fall

Rapidly, freely without my control

Like throwing a ball,

Cosmic dandelion.

They remind me of a chameleon

Changing colors and transparences,

With style and clearances.

Babe, Babe, you need these assurances.

Tomshinsky@2025

Women and Secrets: Poem

Women and Secrets: Poem

Woman’s heart is vast

Ocean of secrets that is a contest

With undertext –

Suffering, resulting,

Or relating to defeat by winning

Over heart desires in the best

Intents of the brain resolution

By coming to a positive conclusion.

Secret means confidential

Designed to elude from public eyes.

Secrets revealed only to the initiated

In interviews, dialogues, and books.

Secrets are good as unexplained mysteries,

Not everything should be told and explained.

Learn to practice culture and discipline

In the private safe space

Where games are not played.

Keep the secret from awakening tired eyes.

Instead, remember, best-kept secrets

Are in the chapters of pages in books

To empower the reader’s look

To respond with correspond.

Correspond. Correspond.

Do not mind

To cross the golden line! 

Tomshinsky@2025

Put Your Hand in My Hand: Poem

Put Your Hand in My Hand

New normal dismissed a traditional handshake.

People accept now a hand bump

As meeting and greeting popular sign. –

I think that we need a shoulder and a hand

To make the best of every bump

On the road as we climb

Out of the dirt, my little friend. –

Now what, babe? Do not cry!

You will be fine!

Put your heart in my hand,

You know that I am your best friend!

Love, life, and laughter until the end. –

Shhh! Please do not say a word,

You are my world!

 

We can create a paradise

Out of the life-game dice.

Baby, you are so wise!

I am mesmerized by you,

And my feelings only grow by you!

Let me hear you said, “Me Too!”

Put your hand in my hand

Like a pass through yoohoo

My hand is in your hand subdue.

My Lady, I am surrounded by you!

Please tell me that you love me too.

Tomshinsky@2025 

Climbing Stairs: Poems

 Climbing Stairs: Poem

One stair, two stairs,

And go, without stops and fairs.

Tell me, child, where are you going? –

Please do not stop glowing

Climbing stairs to get upstairs. –

How far do you want to go? –

I try to get to the land of grow.

I am climbing stairs for success

Because I am in a hurry to express

My thoughts, emotions, more, or less.

You know, I am blessed!

One stair, two stairs –

Climbing the stairs

It is different than taking a bus.

I learned not to fuss –

One stair, two stairs,

And more, do not stop and fair.

Go ahead! Let us know when to say the prayer.

Never show your salty tear.

Try to write and say it loud and clear:

Rise and go ahead and declare

The state of the fanfare

By climbing upstairs

Do not stop writing’ affairs!

Run, run away from any nightmares.

Take your hardware!

Do not be unaware

Of the temptations’ backstairs,

Downstairs, upstairs,

And do not listen to any doctrinaire’s

When you reach the top to share

The glory of care.

Always leave for others some spears

Of your crafts of solitaires.

Tomshinsky@2025

Afraid: Poem

 

Afraid

What am I afraid of?

Dark nights without light off.

Daylights not long enough.

I am afraid that dreams of predictability,

Will carry the love responsibility.

What if I like the small kisses again

And the squeeze of your gentle hand

Thant does bring pain

But gives the thrill in the veins?

Will my life be better? –

Trust is a difficult matter.

Sometimes, it can make you greater.

Try one more time,

Do not cry, you do already try!

Tell me, are you afraid of what? –

Maybe the heart will bleed.

Maybe I will dance with my feet.

Maybe these are lies and greed

And we will not be fit.

I am not afraid

To raise my voice clear and loud,

When I give you a warm hug and bug,

To speak honestly, and only truly,

With small acts of compassion

And my personal thoughts with passion.

Tomshinsky@2025

Is It Beauty, or What? Poem

 Is It Beauty, or What?

Where does beauty come from?

Beauty and love are everywhere. –

Please give me your love. –

Everything comes for a reason from above.

Beauty and love are everywhere,

When you have really care.

Some people say beauty comes from how you speak.

Other people say, from the way you treat

People are everywhere from nowhere

If only you listen and care.

Many women are after money,

Others are after fame and honey.

What do you claim? –

Do not blame fame on the golden frame! –

I do not want to be rude

To those who interrupt and intrude.

I cannot wait a moment more,

And I cannot go very low.

Something special is about you.

I want you to be mine in every way

Every day, every day as I may.

I dream of the future of endless memories

Love, laughter, and small kisses.

Even without dressing up,

Without good light and makeup,

You are gorgeous before you wake up.

I cannot wait a moment more.

I want a beautiful woman beside

Mine side, and beyond for more!

Tomshinsky@2025