Usual Bench: Poem
You may call me a silly old fool
Teasing with mirthful glee
But you cannot hide the twinkle in your eye's pool
The one you send only for me,
We have seen so many suns' raises at the coffee time
We know each other's tune
We will flirt and laugh at our usual bench at the pine
As we sit to wait for the Moon.
Tomshinsky@2024
"Telegram, Telegram:" Poem
We started to use less ink
When thinks started to think.
The modern digital revolution
Is the continuation of the computer evolution.
Telegram, Telegram,
You are the one,
You are beautiful, and you are mine.
Text me a message
For private advantage.
Telegram, Telegram,
You are the one.
Telegram, Telegram,
How it has come
That my Honey is so yummy
And my Bunny is so funny?!
Telegram, Telegram,
You are the one.
Maybe I'm not the most important person
In your life,
But I hope when you hear my name
You will smile,
And say,
Hey! -
That is my blue heart friend.
Telegram, Telegram
Honey Bunny, you are the one.
Why was it made?
Join the private crusade!
Tomshinsky@2024
"The Phone Story": Poem
The phone rings and rings.
No answer.
There are not any magic wings
To bring you to the Mr. Phone's sound.
Next time will be another call.
Next call will be at the different time.
Next day. Next time. Dynamic winds
Will blow away the nasty dreams
Out of my mind.
Why nobody picked up the phone?
Where is Silvia Brown
When you have a need of this kind?
Telepathy did not work.
Isolated and lonely again.
Nobody waits for a word
You may say.
Spirits are working both ways.
Be kind on the best behavior and obey.
Ida Tomshinsky@2024
I want simply to escape in the clouds
To come on Earth when the storms will settle and path.
There is no need in trying to untangle the knots,
If they simply do not want to budge.
(Tomshinsky, 2024)
Long forgotten are winding minds.
I count the days in ticks and tocks
Because of great sundown over ocean's hold,
Kindling the fire with memories of old.
(Tomshinsky, 2024)
Don't leave anything for later!
Later, the coffee gets cold.
Later, the day turns into the night.
Later, people grow up.
Later, people grow old.
Later life goes by.
Later, you regret not doing something...
when you had the chance.
(Tomshinsky, 2024)
If I would have a magic carpet,
I would whiz through the air
To Spain,
Or Main.
If you just tell it where,
Let me take you
Where you have never been before,
And more.
Let's chase the whims and thrills,
And conquer the dreams.
Tomshinsky@2024
I look at my bracelet -
No beginning, neither the end.
Just a simple circle of life.
Does the bracelet placed to lit?
Does my bracelet reside in to lead?
It has a purpose as any wearable art
To warm up the heart
From the dusty memories from the past.
Let me follow the circle of brass
That does not have any rust.
Look, it was lit -
It leads with its powerful beads.
Tomshinsky@2024
"To me my Julia lately sent
A bracelet richly redolent:
The beads I kissed, but most lov'd her
That did perfume the pomander."
Robert Herrick, "The Pomander Bracelet."
(1591-1694)
"Here is the bracelet
For good little May
To wear on her arm
By night and day."
Loisa May Alcott
1892-1888)
As dawn approaches,
and the dark sky fades to grey, rain falls in ribbons, and washes the night away; the land waits meekly for May
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! Your words paint a serene picture of the transitioning sky and the gentle rain. It's like a peaceful moment captured in verse. Thank you for sharing that with me. 
