April 30: Did You Know?

Did you know? One is a whole.
Many are better, crowd is too many.
Can you measure the silence of being alone?
Quiet. Alone. You are treasuring peace.

Ida Tomshinsky, 2003

April 29: Why Can't You Be Nice?

Why can't you be nice?
When you get older
You will learn to sacrifice.
We are growing up close
Teaching and learning both;
Side-by side, holding hands -
Trusting each other and upraise.
When we get older
You supposed to be wise
Yo make the right choice
When we oppose.
Sometimes, we're looking for ends
Which connect a full circle of life
From mother to daughter, and further.
Here comes my advise,
And I will not say it twice!
Why can't you be nice?
You need to be precised and rise.
Beauty and youth
Give us the muse
To discover the truth.
A smile, a hug, and a kiss
Will make you forget the bruise.
When you are young -
You are improvise.

Ida Tomshinsky, 2006

April 28: The Grasshopper

Child: Grasshopper, grasshopper,
What do you say?
Grasshopper: Chirp, chirp, chirp,
It's a beautiful day.
Child: What are you doing,
Standing so?
Grasshopper: I'm looking around
For place to go.
Child: Here, by my feet
Is a flowery clump.
Grasshopper: Hurrah!
I'm coming -
A great big jump.

(Tomshinsky, 2024)

April 27: The Sun is Rising

The sun is rising out of bed,
And in the East the sky is red.
And nature calls to work and play
So early in the morning.

April 26: The Good Sun

The good sun
Shines down today,
And earth is warm
And golden-gay.
Bright blue's the sky,
The poppies glow,
And tree and hedge
Sharp shadows throw.
Oh, life is truly good
Today.

April 25: My Morning Drill

I hop about on one foot,
And also jump on two.
I swing my left arm around about,
And wave my right to you.

I move my head from side to side,
And from my waist bow low.
I bend my knees right to the ground,
As far as they will go.

I sit and droop my shoulders,
And make myself feel small,
But when I stretch and stand up straight,
I'm five feet tall.

April 24: The Owl

From out the old, old elm tree
The owls' cry we hear,
And from the distant forest
The cuckoo, cuckoo,
To-whit, to-whoo,
Cuckoo, cuckoo,
To-whit, to-whoo.

April 23: I Wish I Were A Tiny Bird

I wish I were a tiny bird
Like the one upon that tree.
Its merry song from morn till night
Makes me dance and feel so bright.

April 22: Confession

A fortune teller

Whispered in my ear

The magic words.

My mother's wisdom

Builds up my mind.

The wind picked up

The mix of dust

And passed

To me.

"Why me?" -

I asked.

The Mother Nature calls

To follow the instincts.

In my dreams, I am in the meadows,

Very low,

low in the grass

Surrounded by sky,

Very close to the Earth.

I cam hear the bees.

I can hear the breeze.

Every bird sings for me.

"Mother Earth, I am your,

A good girl and a listener."

Ida Tomshinsky

April 21: Miami and Me

Miami and me:
Warm welcome sun and a palm tree;
Blue sky is one, blue water is two.
My life between is a breeze of wind, and this is three.

I am a seed which is good to be.
My soul is blooming in the green land
Called "Miami and Me,"
And it is not the end!

Ida Tomshinsky, 2001

April 20: University Life

"At the university life is not the same as at the municipal city. It has it's own life and rhythm. Day-by-day you study, time-to-time you party. Body language will help you make new friends of any kind of majors. Body knowledge will help your personal wages. Choices, decision making, time management, and professional judgement will teach you social issues assessment of any case study will make you sharper and "street-smarter." You test yourself every day in the classroom and outside it to become a good citizen with parents foundation and academic diploma. Remember your best training years are at the student city, the university; this is your beginning and a start to get on the road and walk, and work. Walk, and work more, because the road is endless."

Ida Tomshinsky, 2005

April 19: Nothing like Blue

If you only could see,

Blue is the color of the sea.

Sea is like the sky,

Sky is blue, too.

When I look in your eyes

I can see the real true.

The blue eyes' reflections

Hiding the truth.

Nothing is cleaner like the blue.

The rain can be blue, too.

Happy laughter is blue.

There are many shades of blue:

Royal blue, aqua blue,

Clear heavenly light blue.

My goodness! A dress for success

For my princess is blue -true, very true.

Blue mountains, the ora of Earth,

The road to Heaven is always blue.

Nothing is like blue.

Did you see a blue flower?

These flowers are hidden

In a beautiful garden.

Children, clean souls,

They are watching out for the Earth

And the blues.

Nothing is like blue.

Ida Tomshinsky, 2005

April 18: Nature Watching in the Back Yard

"Stripped butterflies making the check up of the field. Sneaky lizards' battalion hiding in the grass. The army of ants at service. Top-top, top-top... Little girl's slippers turned green." Ida Tomshinsky, 2004

April 17: Simplicity of the Beginning Day

"The air was clean, almost transparent. The mind was open and wondered. The body ready and energetic filled up with optimism. The simplicity of the beginning day had the power of the self-esteem motivation. Before the sunrise all the priorities of the day were sorted and waited their turn. The highlights of morning appear and follow." Ida Tomshinsky, 2005

April 16: Butterfly Fly

On the hot summer day

A beautiful colorful butterfly

Fly, fly, fly...

Sometimes, in the end of the working day

My thoughts about life

Getting wings and fly.

Are you ready to listen?

I will teach you to try.

I will share the secret, you try!

You do not need to have wings to try.

In my dreams, on the nice summer night

I will fly

Like a beautiful colorful butterfly.

Are you still here and listen?

Now, you can try!

Don't be afraid and try.

Anyone can fly.

The road-map is the blue sky.

Think big and fly.

You born to be free

Like a butterfly.

You are beautiful on any tree,

You are colorful with your presents.

It is too soon to say good-bye

Before the fly.

You will be back, my butterfly.

Ida Tomshinsky. "Butterfly Fly." - Poetry or Poe-Tree: Owings Mills, MD: Watermark Press, p. 25-26, 2006.

ISBN 0795185685

April 15: A Cloudy Day

Clouds in Miami's sky

Are passing by, passing by...

Years of my life

Are dropping off, dropping off...

Time, are you flying?

Please, I am begging, slow down.

It is a lot on my mind.

Do not put me down!

I did not have time to look around,

There are so many things

I would like to do, to see,

And think about.

I would like to be out

To look at the clouds

On the Miami's sky

Which are passing by, passing by...

Ida Tomshinsky, c.2004

April 14: Ocean Wave

"The ocean wave reaches the edge on the hard land. It is not hard at all. It is soft and wet. The pale sand on the bay of Atlantic ocean brings you to the expectations of the beach entertaining. Cool and hot at the same time. Warm and comfortable. Just right. Thirsty. You want to drink a lot of water. Your lungs want to inhale a lot of air. You make a deep breath. It is a still enigma of the inheritance." Ida Tomshinsky c.2005

April 13: Beautiful Hibiscus

A dear rose mallow blossom

Is a beautiful one-day flower

That is simply awesome

When it blooms to empower

With glossy deep green leaves

Of tropical hibiscus trees.

They traveled from China to Florida

For de la Vida!

Beautiful hibiscus

Blossoms will get you out of the woo-s.

Pink, orange, and red,

Sometimes, they leave me unsaid.

Coffee and bread,

Hibiscus crown head

At my window,

Bring peace to endow.

The flower's attractiveness beauty

Amuses the sweet heart cookie.

Ida Tomshinsky, c.2009

April 12: Dragon Rain

Blimps, blimps, blimps...

The Dragon Rain washed away

The dirty clouds from his tail,

And its rain, rain, rain...

The tropical rain left round saucers of prints

On the black asphalt to rinse

And blimps, blimps, blimps...

The King of Sky is refreshed and reborn.

He is breathing clean air and triumph.

Oomph, oomph, oomph...

By making up the chemical elements for all

And showing up the craftsmanship

Of small geometric water pools

Of clean water and fresh air to shift.

The Dragon Rain sends

Birds to the hole-nests,

Ants to the plant-ship,

Me - under the roof.

Oomph, oomph, oomph...

Blimps, blimps, blimps...

A nice summer afternoon

As it's purring to bloom.

p. 28 "Dragon Rain"

From the poetry book "Fascinated by Gulls: Poems" by Ida Tomshinsky. -2007

Review: "Simple, brave, and creative from potential to realization..." (Dr. Cahn)

April 11: The Daisy

There is a flower, a little flower

With silver crest and golden eye,

That welcomes every changing hour,

And weathers every sky.

The prouder beauties of the field

In gay but quick succession shine;

Race after race their honors yield,

The flourish and decline.

But this small flower, to Nature dear,

While moons and stars their courses run

Inwreathes the circle of the year,

Campanion of the sun.

It smiles upon the lap of May,

To sultry August spreads its charm,

Lights pale October on his way,

And twines December's arm.

The purple heath and golden broom

On moory mountains catch the gale;

O'er lawns the lily sheds perfume,

The violet in the vale.

But this bold floweret climbs the hill,

Hides in the forest, haunts the glen,

Peeps round the fox's den.

Within the garden's cultured round

It shares the sweet carnation's bed;

And blloms on consecrated ground

In honor of the dead.

The lambkin crops its crimson gem

'The wild bee murmurs on its breast;

The blu-fly bends its pensile stem

Light o're the skylark's nest.

'Tos Flora's page, -in every place,

In every season, fresh and fair;

It opens with perennial grace,

And blossoms everywhere.

On waste and woodland, rock and plain,

Its humble buds unheeded rise;

The rose has but a summer reign;

The daisy never dies!

James Montgomery

April 10: Birch

The young birch trees

Are not white at all.

They need time to be aged

To be privileged

To become white in whole.

Ida Tomshinsky, c.2006

Fashion Librarian

"What it takes to be a "fashion librarian?" As I was doing my research to find a good and clear definition for the terminology I will use, I got to a point of view between information broker, catalog, fashion arbiter, John Barlett, and, even, a fashion magazine. So, I was left with a choice to discribe it in my own words on how I worked and lived my life of being a fashion librarian."

Tomshinsky, Ida. (2008.) Fashion Librarian. - Baltimore. - 222 pages.

 

It is an easy-to-understand how to coordinate, evaluate, and select intellectual resources for fashion educational programs and services. The book provides instructions to students and faculty who seek information in the flattering fields of fashion and librarianship.

Fashion Librarianship

Fashion within librarianship is the same as information to the literacy. There are no clear definition. Librarianship is the library science, and as any science it includes aesthetics and fundamentals of research. Any scientific research requires resources and operational skills. Fashion library science is not different, and include both reference resources and customer service. (Both traditional printed resources and digital electronic resources embed such words as "fashion" and "style" in them.) Fashion science studies organically compress socio-economical aspect, psychological aspect, and historical approach with wide aspect of business management for one, and "shopping till you drop," for others; let say, somewhere on a fashionable Fauborg St. Honore or at Bal Harbour garden-shops on the beach.

April 9: "What Is Fashion?"

What is Fashion?

by Ida Tomshinsky

c.2007

Is it an obsession

And a body admiration?

Is it a story of cloth

And the industry's broth?

Is a body ministry

Or a simple little paltry?

Is it an occupation

With a style demonstration?

Is it an operation,

An opinion, or a preservation?

Is it a cloth preparation,

A presumption,

Or a praiseworthy predilection?

All above is about

Number one occupation

Of fashion -

The "in" and "out"

Of the great profession

In higher education.

Copyrights belong to to the author. If use, please work cite properly with acknowledgement.

April 8: Fascinated by Gulls

The seagulls fascinate me

As they fly from ocean to sea,

Very high

In the sky.

The gulls bring me a smile and delight,

And some within depth of any storm fight.

The gentle strangers

Are the earth angels.

When I was a young girl,

I wished I could sour

From the seashore

Through the air with seagulls and whirl.

It is fun to watch the graceful birds,

As they sail over the blue waters.

It stirs my emotion

By captured imagination.

The carefree birds call

Is anything but boring at all,

And for this, "Thank you, gulls! -

I got you a plastic bag with bread-crumbs."

I learned, what we should give and make,

Not, what we can take.

Every day brings me the light from the darkness

And inner grace of the rightness.

Poem written by Ida Tomshinsky (2007)

April 7: One Early Morning

One early morning

I was outside running.

The sun was out, high and bright,

The sunglasses were on, just right.

Tippy-toe.

How great is outdoor -

Urban escape

For my mind and body to shape.

A little bit of wind breeze,

A little bit of shadow from the trees.

A little bit of purple flower.

A little bit of warm shower.

Plip, drop,

Drip, drop.

Tippy-toe,

Sea grapes, I command you to grow!

I would like to stay

In the splatter of rain.

Meantime, no more drops.

The tropical rain stops.

My cloth is wet.

My curls are flat

On early morning,

Playing and celebrating

Life overall, my neighborhood

without umbrella and hood.

No sadness, no misery, just happily,

With a little bit of melancholy.

Ida Tomshinsky (1953-)/ United States -Latvia

April 6: April

Still an irritating wind;

Vestiges of stubborn grey -

Jibing us of recent winter blight.

It's coming through - like perky breasts

Pushing through a blouse -

Teasing, pleasing in it's tantalising play:

Warmth of youth in April sun -

Summering off depression.

Brains returned; remapped for fun.

April is a portal -

Smoothly transitions

Delicate dispositions -suchlike mine,

Easing hunched bodies into

Summery smiles.

Mark R. Slaughter (1957 -) /Norwich

April 5: Always Marry An April Girl

Praise the spells and bless the charms,

I found April in my arms.

April golden, April cloudy,

Gracious, cruel, tender, rowdy;

April soft in flowered languor,

April cold with sudden anger,

Even changing, even true -

I love April, I love you.

Ogden Nash (1902-1971), New York/United States

April 4: Sunday Morning

Sunday Morning

"Birds singing

The Moment of listening

The Song of happiness.

Is it heaven or what?"

c.2006 Ida Tomshinsky

April 3: I Love to Go in the Capricious Days

"I love to go in the capricious days of April and hung violets; when the rain is in the blue cups trembling, and they nod so gracefully to the kisses of the wind. It may be deem'd too idle, but the young read nature like the manuscript of heaven, and call the flowers its poetry. Go out! Ye spirits of habitual unrest, and read it when the "fever-of-the-world!" Hath made your hearts impatient, and, if life hath yet one spring unpoisoned, it will be like a beguiling music to its flow, and you will no more wonder that I love to hunt for violets in the April time." Nathabiel Parker Willis

April 2: A Violet by a Mossy Stone

APRIL

"A violet by a mossy stone

Half hidden from the eye,

Fair as a star, when only one

Is shining in the sky."

William Wordsworth

April 1: Welcome to Poetry Month

Welcome to Poetry Month. For the next thirty days, I will offer a poem each day, and I hope you will enjoy, comment, share, and pass along the works you love to others who may want to read them.

"Cats on the Tree" by Ida Tomshinsky

There are these trees on the beach,

Grove of trees in a bunch,

You know, the ones that shook by the wind

And painted by sun in green ink.

Their big size leaves shelter the cats.

I speak for the rats,

"Cats on the tree,

Don't mistake them with flying bee."

Above the table and bench,

Peacefully roosted on the branch

Cats occupying the tree;

And this is the essential key -

The trees, the ones that shock by the wind

And painted by sun in green ink.

These cats do not know

The nature's flow.

That they are NOT the tweedy birds,

By any odds.

Pretty picture for observance,

Sin on, and enjoy the tree residence.

Unusual assembly

Will demise untimely.

Rest your eye on

Until it still go on!

2010 IT