Wishes: Poem

  

Wishes: Poem

One day someone

Will hug you tight

That all the broken pieces

Will stick somehow

Back together.

Hugs and kisses

Healing the pieces

And hold them

With glue sticks

And best wishes

Of happiness and health,

Hope and joy,

Hammered down

On the greeting card

With the common words

From the rocky ancient stones.

Tomshinsky@2025

Home: Essay

 

Home: Essay

Home is so much more than just a place. It’s the gentle smile that welcomes you, the warm embrace that makes you feel safe. It’s where every corner holds a story of simple joys and quiet moments, where laughter echoes through the halls and acceptance welcomes every part of who you are. No matter how far life’s journey takes you, home remains the sweetest world, shelter built with love and care, a place I carry with me, everywhere.

Home is more than a roof sheltering you, the wall that protects you, and even more than a place. Home is the person you want to be with. Sometimes, home is where the person you love is with you. When a man says that you are his home. He is associating home not with a place to live but a person to be with.

Home is where the door is open to the heart of belonging and becoming. Home is a window of new opportunities that invites fresh air to feel the interior space. People say if only the walls can talk. This is true as every home reflects and highlights the personality of the occupant owners. Home knows, feels, and never judges.

Home sets us free to live, dream, and offers safety and protection from the outside world. It keeps the good and the bed, the celebrations, the quiet moments, the smells of morning brew of coffee and homemade cooking, intimate secrets, and a lot of laughter. Home saw you happy and smiling, sad and crying, and this secret place where you are focused reading a book that is impossible to put down. Home is where the silence is interrupted by the quiet sound of music and spontaneous dances in the kitchen, singing in the shower. Home is a secret place to keep shoes that you may be worn once as a fantasy to approval of better self, and a storage place of clothes are held dear to the heart in the drawers and did not get a chance to be worn.

Home is a space surrounded by the same window view at twelve months a year, followed by changing seasons, and years of changing landscapes. Home is a place that even the Mister Mouse cannot avoid. People have great expectations, animals have their aspiration too, whatever they do to survive. Generation of squirrels continue to go by their business for decades on the same pass from left to right navigating the electrical wires as their road to abundance to natural food that plenty offered by pine and palm trees.

Home becomes a heaven when on the day off you are waking up to the heart-breaking sound of birds singing desperately calling for a mate. It is the safe heaven place to barricade inside when dark storms are knocking at the door.

Home is a place of togetherness. Home, sweet home is more than a roof over the head. It is the place where everything started: first memories, first steps, first feelings… Because of your families, their well-loved moments and the contender wrapped in the family’s delightful love. Also, there are all kinds of families, and people make homes where their heart belongs.

Tomshinsky@2025

Dahlia: Poem

Dahlia: Poem

Pink Dahlia

Is a woman’s name

Delicate as summer flowers.

Dalia is the Gardner’s

Late success

That makes summer’s

Gardner’s to skip the heartbeat.

Dahlia placed here to feed

With lasting impression

And body expression –

Very real, natural,

And full of rosy passion.

Pink Dahlia

Is shy, fresh, and young

As sweet sixteenth

Are the best of all teens.

Dahlia, Dahlia

Gorgeous enough

To make the Gardner laugh.

A delicate flower blame

With a sweet woman's name

That did not ask for fame

Tomshinsky@2025

Garden Gossip: Poem

 

Garden Gossip: Poem

Flowers blossom and bloom

Their strong perfume

Comes from fragility

To emerge deep strength.

Did you know

They stretch tiny bodies

To grow tall

To reach out to sunshine

And dance when the breeze

Orchestra is on.

Did you know

Flowers offer sweet hospitality

To Queen Bee

And the tiny boy named Hummingbird.

Flower beds welcome

Lady Bugs, Dragon Flies,

And even colorful Butterflies.

Rumors and gossip

Spread very fast and repeat

In the Garden of Gossip.

Flower beds

And watering tin cans

Are wet and stone cold

But it is not their fault.

The mini-rose bush blossom

Used to be awesome,

Now, it’s dry and has stopped growing

As the Old Man stopped watering.

There is a brokenness

Out of which comes the unbroken,

Strength and happiness

Out of which blooms spoken.

Some spaces are hollow

When there is sorrow

About the Gardener’s loss

As the rumors pass.

The roses cry deeper in roots

Because the secreted edges

Cut has a bleeding heart.

They broke the place inside,

Wet and dry,

As they learned to cry.

Tomshinsky@2025

At Dawn: Poem

 At Dawn: Poem

As dawn approaches,

and the dark sky fades to gray

rain falls in ribbons,

and washes the night away.

The land waits meekly in May.

(Tomshinsky@2024) Copyrighted

True Friendship: Poem

 

True Friendship: Poem

True friendship

Needs two friends

To be an act of love

It transcends

Beyond differences.

True friendship

Survives hardship.

True friendship

May grow in relationship.

The heart always knows

To find the connection

In various roads and ways,

And even, in great expectations.

Tomshinsky@2025

Existence: Poem

 Existence: Poem

I exist in two places,

Here and where you are.

I feel your presents,

Here and where you are.

Not again, I cannot open the jar,

And I look at the far star.

I need you to start the car,

And I look for you on the radar.

I exist in two places.

I wish you make a bow with my laces.

Everywhere I look, I see your existence.

There is no any distance.

I keep on calling your name in the spaces

Of different places,

Here and where you are.

This requires basic cases

When I want to share my races.

I am learning to embrace

That I exist in two places.

Unfortunately, it takes

Time for chases

My life in two places.

All what left, are memories

And the proud grace

When I exist in two places,

Here and where you are.

Tomshinsky@2025

A Man and Ostrich: Story

 A Man and Ostrich

A man walks into a restaurant with a full-grown ostrich behind him.

The waitress asks for their order.

The man says, “I’ll have a hamburger, fries, and a coke.”

He turns to the ostrich and asks, “What about you?”

“I’ll have the same,” says the ostrich.

A few minutes later, the waitress brings the food and says,

“That’ll be $9.40.”

The man reaches into his pocket and pulls out the exact change. No counting. No wallet. Just the right amount.

The next day, the same thing happens.

Same order. Same ostrich. Same exact change.

This goes on for days.

Then one Friday night, the man says,

“Today I’ll have a steak, baked potato, and a salad.”

“Same,” says the ostrich.

The waitress brings the food. “That’ll be $32.62.”

Once again, the man reaches into his pocket and pulls out the exact amount.

At this point, the waitress can’t hold back.

“Sir… how do you always have the exact amount of money? No matter what you order?”

The man smiles.

“Well, a few years ago, I found an old lamp in the attic. I rubbed it, and a Genie appeared. He gave me two wishes.

For the first one, I asked that anytime I needed to pay for something, I’d just reach into my pocket and find the exact amount.”

“Wow,” says the waitress. “That’s smart. You’ll never run out of money.”

“Exactly,” says the man. “Whether it’s a cup of coffee or a new car, I never need to check. It’s always just there.”

She looks at the ostrich and asks, “And the bird?”

The man sighs and says,

“For my second wish… I asked for a tall chick with long legs who’d follow me around and agree with everything I say.”

Wildflower: Poem

 

Wildflower: Poem

In the field of roses

Be a wildflower.

Among beautiful rose bushes,

Be a wild strong flower

That would refused crushes

And blushes.

Wildflowers are here to heal,

Not to harm or hate.

Wildflower is a meal

Who are here to create

Kindness, sweetness, and honey.

Take it, nobody will blame,

Nor shame the delicate wildflower

To be the winner’s claim.

Tomshinsky@2025

Night Curtain: Poem

  

Night Curtain: Poem

The night simple

Throws a thick curtain

Over the day

Like a drape

On the bedroom window.

The sky glitters and moves

Filled with shooting stars

Over southern skies.

Stardust adds magic.

What a prelude for night

To set supernatural dreams.

Behind the curtains

I stretch my legs

And close my tied eyes.

I feel the night

Is influents my thighs

And embraces the thickness

To minimize the distance

From you and I,

Very high in the sky

To make me fly.

Tomshinsky@2025

Volcano Interruption: Poem

 Volcano Interruption: Poem

I.

The sound of wind

In the trees

Rustling of leaves

Dances without art and skill,

Just feel

Out of the enjoyment

And happiness of employment.

II.

On the top of the car,

Protected by sky star

That makes the heart

Dance that kind

That doesn’t follow steps

Of the regrets

But moves of something

Ancient and true

As what draws me to you.

III.

Some thoughts don’t live on paper.

They are lingering in the air

Because some words don’t have fair.

The breeze of wind and trees

Know and the heart feels.

The joy of the journey

Concerns me and burn

When I make a good turn

To listen and learn

From the hot words

Like fire in the cold’s

In the quit nights

Full of lights.

IV.

Some words feel

The warms from afar

The heart aches for you

And it is already had grew

For some time,

Even when words are said, few.

V.

The pressure has been building –

Shining, gilding, and completing

For some quiet time.

It is not sacred

To be shared

To rhyme at the creative mind.

The molten lava

As sweet guava

Got finally hot enough

And the ferocious volcano

It is about to erupt.

Bravo, bravo!

The pressure has been building,

Shining, and fulfilling.

Tomshinsky@2025

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Righteous: Poem

 Righteous: Poem

Trees and nature

Are for adventure.

Follow the trail

That led by the sunlight,

Stay with the venture

At the majestic wilderness

Of the murmured stream and the moss.

I am at the wetland and forest.

My day in the great outdoors

Recharged my batteries.

Something is righteous,

Upright, and virtuous.

Something is higher than humans.

Something is deeper than homo sapiens

Because of the great outsides

Made by the God himself

And our beautiful universe

That rhymes my verse.

Tomshinsky@2025

Vision of Tomorrow: Poem

 

Vision of Tomorrow: Poem

Tomorrow brings a vision,

Use your intuition

And take a firm position.

Today brings closure

Enough of the exposure.

For our peaceful tomorrow,

Some gave their today.

Let's remember this every day!

Let today be gentle

And quite not judgmental!

Let honor the pause

And prepare for rise!

Tomshinsky@2025

In the Fantasy: Poem

 

In the Fantasy: Poem

When you play with a fantasy

And witness the birth of creativity,

The only imaginary

Incalculable fairy phase

Of everything magic, sweet, and swage

In the fantasy fairytale.

Let’s imagine

A storm that wept

To shed tears

Of dropped strong emotion

In our fantasy.

When it happens,

Let the drops of liquid fall.

Storm passes,

And guess what?

From the soil’s sorrow.

Petals open and grow

Toward the bright light –

Unbroken, strong, and alive.

Tomshinsky@2025

Is It Right: Poem

 

Is It Right: Poem

Nothing is permanent,

Not even troubles.

Walk in the rain,

It will hide the tears.

There are my lessons –

Please do not waste a day

When you do not laugh today!

Look at the moon

And adore the God’s beauty.

Look at the sun –

It gives you God’s power.

When I look in the mirror,

I see the God’s creation creature

Life is a journey, trip, and adventure.

Maybe, we all are believers and travelers.

Let’s live today,

Tomorrow is not promised,

And not always come.

Nothing is permanent in this world.

I think this is the right word.

I am from planet Earth

At this large universe,

And speak some Neptunian.

I live and stick to what I know.

I do more to flow

From night to day

And repeat, is it right?

This year, I am very scared,

And I have so much fair-mindedness

I held down my salty tears.

In my mind, I am a good girl

And a learner,

And a listener.

Is it right?

Try it over and over,

And fight

For what is right.

The strength straight

From the chest breath upright

Of power and faith,

And human unforgivable strength,

Is it right?

Tomshinsky@2025

Memorial: Poem

                                                       Memorial: Poem

Death takes the body.

The soul leaves for new destination

To ultimate original population.

What is left is a story,

The laughter, and memory.

The love continues to live

To feel

Within us.

It is a trans pass.

Every life has part

By long-lasting impact

On choices and voices,

Our sadness and kindness.

We, who stand by,

We, who stayed behind,

Have our own mind.

We keep photo images as a treasury.

The stories are not from the library.

They are the primary

Reasons that stay for century.

The mind still talks to you.

The heart still looks for you.

The soul knows you are at peace

But we all missed you,

And always will do.

Tomshinsky@2025

Divine: Poem

  

Divine: Poem

What I can do

At least one beautiful thing? –

Make someone feel and think,

Not with money and fame

But a story or vision in a frame.

When you think

Very hard,

When you talk

With the heart,

And pray the Almighty God.

I am drawn to kindness

And genuine likeness,

Never ask anything in return.

Let us see compassion

That heals without expectations.

There are many stories - untold

And wait for the talking word.

Deep conversations

Meant for friends’ connections.

The beauty in poetry

Tells the unspoken true story.

Thoughts are clear.

Emotions are raw and real,

And the naked truth is rare

But fair

When you try and care.

Tomshinsky@2025

On Writing: Poem

 

On Writing: Poem

Stop pulling

Everything that blooming.

Today’s prompt –

Today I will write.

My words sometimes fight

Before I let them aircraft.

Once posted to read,

The poems can lead.

A single word, a catchy phrase

Become a base

For thoughts, emotions,

And outlet of motions –

They do not stay the same.

The change is like the blood

In the vein

In every lane and line.

Of mine.

Every word grows through the mud

And desires to bloom,

From a bud

And the spring flood.

Tomshinsky@2025

Happiness: Poem

 

Happiness

I.

Happiness is homemade.

Happiness is seeing a bee

On a flower you planted.

Happiness is you and me

Holding hands cause

That sets you free.

II.

Happiness in the wildness

Speaks through animals

And the cool summer breeze.

Happiness whispers

And sometimes embraces

Me and you

On a nice sunny day, sky blue.

III.

Happiness belongs

To the souls.

Even the many words

And reading books

When happiness becomes

Your dome and home.

In the world of noise

Every poem speaks to raise

To be the loudest.

IV.

Hug the tress.

Clean the seas.

Do not forget

To save the bees!

Please, please,

No regrets,

As personal happiness

Depends on you and me

And the harmony to be.

V.

Grief may never end

But hope expands

Into a second chance

Like an unexpected friend.

Tomshinsky@2025