Luxury and Beauty

 

Luxury and Beauty

What is wrong with the younger generation of modern girls and women? Why we have so many single men, and I am not talking about widowers? Statistically, there are so many divorces and failed marriages that divide the children between spouses. It is okay to say that in the first quarter of the 21^st century, the foundation of family and marriage is broken. Men are searching for their soul mates, and it is difficult to find the Miss Right.

Many women a longing for luxury and beauty, and their desires and understanding of marriage connected to the wishes of the security surrounded by luxury and staying at home, by spending free time on personal grooming and beauty.

The young women today look on what car the man drives, how he is dressed, and how he makes money to spend on them. Sometimes, it comes from growing up in poverty and desire to improve their status by marriage. What do they offer in return? Education and loyalty would be a perfect solution. Instead, there is a real problem with contemporary modern women. Unfortunately, they grew up in the wrong time, when socio-economical values are moved in a wrong direction. The definition of women misread by the far-left radical policies.

Economic necessities for young people obviously tell us that without education and professional occupation it is difficult to be both successful and independent, confident and beautiful as valuable members of society, by contributing to the betterment of our society with professionalism, knowledge, and talented skills.

Society made acceptance of cheating, multiply partners, dating older men, even married men. Spiritual life is not a priority anymore. Dating in the digital communication age moved to dishonesty, scams, and imposing to pretend. Unfortunately, American young women do not know how to cook and make coffee, they order the breakfast and lunch. Their expansive nails are not made for making simple food for the partner and future husband. Society introduced sex without marriage, mix of genders, same sex marriages, everything but not counterbalance of parenting, family, and spiritual values viability and accountability.

The new conservative revolution is for gender reformation, gender roles and responsibilities, parents’ rights and the school choices, and of course, spiritual freedom. The revolution of common sense will explain that only in the dictionary does the word success come in front of the words hard work. To have a successful family, you need to have a mutual respect, two incomes to run the modern family with the contribution of both spouses to satisfy the common needs of growing families that every young parent plea. We are not living in a perfect society. The system does not have a friendly child daycare system for both working parents. Society does not support care for parents that is accommodating growing needs of adult working children.

In general, girls play with dolls from early childhood. Women are resilient and strong. Women know from a very early age what profession to choose, what king a family they want to have, and they are learning from their loving dads’ what kind a husband they will marry in the future. Women rule the world. If they put something in their mind, they know how to execute the project successfully personally, in private lives, and professionally, at work. Women proved to be good managers, detail-oriented, and successful. Every woman is a mystery, and motherhood makes them special. Women are giving birth to other humans. They deserve all the luxury and beauty. It is impossible to have a life without mothers, sisters, wives and daughters.

Tomshinsky@2025

Legendary Concert

 

 

Legendary Concert

Late Sunday evening turned out to be special for me. My children surprised me with tickets to a legendary concert for the greatest entertainer of popular music of our contemporary time, Sir Tom Jones. He opened the Canada-USA tour in April, and it happened to be a concert in my area, and what an evening it was!

 I am very happy that I made it as I am still kicking and living, as my heart is still biting, and my mind is still working. I am so thankful for my blessings. These days, I am learning to appreciate what I can, not what I cannot.

My generous daughter bought the best tickets she could. My carrying son took me to the concert, and it was my incredible date for the night. And what incredible memories we created! All I can say is that I am blessed, and I am a very lucky old girl, a Lady and a Madonna.

All my dreams turned to ashes, and do not have anything at all, since my husband passed away. I learned that music is a healer and the best medicine to survive the dark long nights and days full of thoughts, memories, and emotions. These magical wonderful sounds of music and the perfect romantic ballads overwhelm the heart. I am retired and have all the time in the world. I write to express myself.

I listen to legendary concerts on my laptop, a loving gift from my children. YouTube allows me to seat in the front row, and Tom Jones sings only for me for the pleasure of my soul.  Working women do not have time to travel to foreign country for concerts. In addition, I am not a groupie who pays for a plane flight, hotel to stay, and tickets to the musical festival to follow my idol. However, I was not spoiled the first time by my children. In 2005, twenty years ago, my children gave me as a gift three CDs set with Tom Jones’ songs. Inside it was fourteen dollars. All I can say is that I am blessed, and I am a very lucky old girl, a Lady and a Madonna.

How did I feel? It was so long to admire the outstanding golden voice and long-time career in music industry The man is born to be on stage; his voice is incredible like a velvet textile that wraps around the body and proceeds inside every cell of the skin. The gymnastic dances replaced by face expressions and small talk from the stage. The new generation of girls continue to bring hats and wave the hankies the same way as the generations before them did in the seventies. Hands are up, shoulders are on the move, fast legs are moving, sitting at the chairs. People sing along, loud expressions of sensations of wows, ohm, aww are coming from different directions.

The atmosphere of the concert was in harmony with people united in the same music, love and admiration of the legendary Sir Tom Jones. Many adult children attended with elderly parents; many young people came clubbing and danced in unison of the rock and roll. The fast classics songs were recognized by everyone and were expected to be performed. I was disappointed that majority of people were not familiar with the Surrounded by Time album. This album is so important to understand the decades of journey and where Tom Jones is now looking on his life and long-time career.

We all can get associated with watching a sport game on the TV and the comparison to attending the real-life game at the stadium. The same here, the song on the radio, the time of listening a tape, a CD disc, or a recorded concert at YouTube are different from the real-life experience to attend a concert in person. It is nothing like being there in person to be there with your special person and share your love for music and singing with thousands of fans, followers, and admirers in one place, with live music of the incredible musical band, and shoeless Gary. Gary is a long-time friend and art director of Tom Jones.

 Being at the concert made me feel honored and privileged, awakened the younger version of me. I surprised myself by dancing from my seat, yelling, and singing along, by knowing the lyrics to all songs, knowing ahead what my favorite knight will say as it was a standard concert of the tour. I felt blessed, the time was spent well, and the concert came too fast, to the end of the blink of the eyes. What is new? The entire life is going fast in front of self as blink of the eyes.

I had flowers that I wanted to give to Sir Tom Jones. I had the best seats, in the middle of the row, so I could not get to the stage without disturbing the guests. It was one small break, and the stage had a rope to stay away from it. I only could throw them on stage. I was thinking of being sent to it by people in front of me...but shied away. Well, it is always next time.

Tomshinsky@2025

Late Love

Late love isn't for everyone, and rushing love rarely works out well. It needs time to blossom, to grow, and to deepen. It's a process of getting to know someone, building trust, and sharing experiences. There's a certain beauty in allowing love to unfold naturally, without pressure or expectations.

Rhetoric Abstract Self-Portrait: Poem

 

Rhetoric Abstract Self-Portrait

My voice is for kindness

And heart is for passion and compassion.

My hands are for charity and gifts.

The mind is for truth,

And it has a long-time planted root.

My guts have intuition.

My eyes have a vision,

And ears can listen.

My deep-down soul

Is full like a bowl

For a love soup to warm

The sweet love that hides deep-down

The pretty body form

To brightly shine

And smile!

Tomshinsky@2025

What is Self-Love: Poem

 

What is Self-Love: Poem

What is self-love?

Is it a laugh? –

No, it is some possibility,

Opportunity, and capability. –

Loving family and friends,

Morning music and sunshine

To smile.

Also, morning coffee,

Spring flowers,

So thankful to see.

And joy blossom

That is simply awesome.

Tomshinsky@2025

Coffee Lovers: Haiku

 

Coffee Lovers: Haiku

Morning coffee

And good conversation

Made a perfect recipe

For a day of perfection.

Tomshinsky@2025

In the world of possibilities

A cup of coffee is first step greatness

To daily dose of happiness -

It is a day of open abilities

Of endless creativities.

Tomshinsky@2025

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Looking Back: Poem

 

Looking Back: Poem

When you own books

And see moons,

When you have flowers

Of creative powers,

Your heart has fairness

And the soul feels greatness

Because of laughter and happiness.

Above all there is a crown.

People call it Shiny Freedom.

I look back

With sorrow and regret,

To live and love when it is late

In life.

It is difficult not to wait

Unless to stay fantastically kind.

 Tomshinsky@2025

Untitled: Poem

 Two branches from the same strong tree,

A daughter in bloom, a son yet to be. A span of years, yet hearts aligned, A testament to love, beautifully timed.

Alexander Hudson@2025

Gratitude: Poem

 Gratitude: Poem

Morning comes always,

And it does not matter

In any handwriting letter,

Whether you set the alarm or not.

Dark nights are short.

Forget about the time.

The universe is smart

Because it has a way to the heart

To take a part

In the day’s restart.

You know that your normal day

Is someone’s dream.

So, please be thankful every day,

Believe. Believe

To achieve and receive

For the mainstream team.

It is a traditional human belief.

Tomshinsky@2025

Walk Alone: Poem

 Walk Alone: Poem

Some walks we must take alone

Because we all belong

To somebody and to something.

We cannot stop.

We should not blink,

We must walk the walk.

I am a woman, and I talk.

I am on the road to walk,

All alone and very broke.

My heart could be strong like a rock,

I wish it would be true.

I do not jump from a parachute. –

Okay, you are on the road.

Where is your destination

To stay on the road?

All alone, all alone

With your determination? –

Many good people got along.

What I know for sure

That sun never seems bright enough.

Does not matter if the life

And the roads are rough,

Also, the lonely days are tough

At all times, most of the time

Because I smile, I smile

Every mile, every mile,

And refuse and deny the little cry.

Tomshinsky@2025

To the Reader: Poem

 

To the Reader: Poem

We write to connect

With the waiting hand

On the other end.

We write out of the talent,

Not to satisfy the poet’s egos.

We are not seeking awards.

We are not bragging about citizens’ rights

For our personal legal copyrights.

We acknowledge the Earth

Contributing the energy of poetry birth.

It is not to achieve,

Compare, or complete.

We are making poems to read

And to connect with the hand

On another end.

We connect to wire

The writing art with fire

Within the memory

And the contemporary ceremony

For waiting wings

To be released the side links

Of the life connectivity

As a sign of growing horn

Of visual vital creativity.

Tomshinsky@2025

 

 

 

 

 

 

Girls Meet Men

 May the softest girls meet the gentlest men.

Not just men who are "nice" when it’s convenient. Not men who play sweet until they get comfortable and start confusing softness with weakness. But men who understand what it means to hold a woman who leads with love. Men who honor vulnerability. Men who don't flinch at real feelings.

Because soft girls get hurt in a world that constantly tells them to toughen up. To guard their hearts. To stop wearing it on their sleeve like it's not something beautiful. And I hate that for them. For us.

May the girls who still believe in true love—who still get excited about handwritten notes, long hugs, forehead kisses, and meaningful conversations—finally meet men who are ready for that kind of love.

Not just want it.

Ready for it.

Because wanting it and being prepared to receive it? Two very different things.

May they meet men who don’t run from consistency. Who aren’t scared to say “I love you” and actually show it every day after. Men who listen. Who notice. Who care. Who know that love isn’t about control, ego, or who wins the argument—it’s about creating safety. A soft place to land. A warm place to bloom.

May the girls who’ve had their hearts broken but still believe—the ones who never let pain turn them bitter—meet men who are walking redemption stories. Men who are intentional, healing, emotionally aware, and deeply present.

Men who look at a woman’s softness and say, “I want to protect that, not take advantage of it.”

May the lover girls—the ones who still dream, still romanticize life, still believe in Sunday mornings wrapped in arms and Saturday nights dancing in kitchens—meet men who restore their faith in love every single day.

Not through grand gestures, but through consistency.

Through gentleness in conflict.

Through emotional maturity.

Through the little things that say, “You are safe here.”

I’m talking about the kind of man who doesn’t make you feel like you’re “too much” for having feelings. The kind of man who holds your hand through your anxiety, rubs your back when you overthink, and says “We’re good” even when you’re spiraling a bit.

Because the truth is… lover girls love hard. Soft girls give deeply. They pour, they nurture, they believe. And all they really ask for is someone who sees their heart and doesn’t treat it like it’s disposable.

So if you’re a soft girl—if you love like it’s your superpower—keep that heart open.

But don’t settle. Don’t shrink. Don’t beg to be met halfway.

You deserve to be met fully.

And if you’re a man reading this… and you’ve been praying for a woman who gives pure, gentle, soulful love…

Make sure your hands are steady enough to hold it.

Make sure your heart is healed enough to receive it.

Because soft love is not for the weak.

It’s for the worthy.

In the City of Dreams: Poem

 

 

In the City of Dreams: Poem

I

On the City of Dreams,

Gratitude meets needs.

Every little thing brings

So many riches

For the witches and bitches

Alike, among other creatures

In the City of Dreams.

II

In the City of Dreams

There are so many possibilities

And numerous wants and future wills.

People will take a longer way home,

Just to listen to music and lyrics.

Spring air cultivates love ballistics

In the City of Dreams,

The part of living alone

Will take people to take longer way home.

III

In the City of Dreams,

There is a little fairytale place

Where I can be me

Away from all the dreams and noise,

If only I can find my key

Before the door of my dream is closed

And the key will be lost.

Tomshinsky@2025

Remember: Poem

 

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Remember: Poem

Don’t fall in love with a woman who reads.

With a woman who devours books like oxygen,

whose soul dances in the margins of poetry and prose,

because she’s tasted worlds beyond your reach—

and once you touch her mind,

nothing will ever feel the same again.

Don’t fall in love with a woman who feels too deeply.

Who cries over forgotten songs,

laughs in the rain without reason,

and carries galaxies inside her chest.

She’ll look at you and see more than just a man—

she’ll see your shadows,

your silent dreams, your aching truths—

and love you anyway.

Don’t fall in love with a woman who writes,

who spills her soul in ink and metaphor.

She’ll immortalize you in verses,

turn your love into a storm on paper—

beautiful, wild, and unforgettable.

Avoid the woman who is educated, enchanted,

brilliantly mad, and beautifully unhinged.

She will not settle for shallow waters—

she dives into depths most fear to tread.

She questions everything.

She believes in magic, in revolution,

in breaking every rule that cages her fire.

Don’t fall for the woman who thinks—

who questions the stars, the silence, and even herself.

She knows the weight of knowledge,

but chooses to fly anyway.

Her wings are not made of feathers—

they are made of courage and chaos.

Don’t love a woman who laughs or cries while making love,

who turns the act into a sacred ceremony

where bodies disappear and souls collide.

She’ll awaken parts of you never knew existed,

and you’ll never be able to forget the way she made you feel.

Especially not a woman who breathes poetry,

who finds the universe in a painting,

and whose heart beats in rhythm with music.

She will not live on the surface—

she will pull you under,

where truth is raw and love is eternal.

Don’t fall in love with a woman

who rebels against injustice,

who speaks with fire and listens with purpose,

who refuses to numb herself with noise and distractions.

She is dangerous because she is awake—

and once you’ve loved someone awake,

the sleep of indifference will never be enough.

Don’t fall in love with a woman

who is beautiful beyond her face,

whose soul outshines her skin,

whose eyes carry storms and stardust.

She’s not the kind you admire—

she’s the kind you survive.

Don’t fall in love with a woman like that.

Because once you do,

whether she stays or leaves,

whether she loves you or lets you go,

you’ll never truly be the same.

From a woman like that—

you never come back.