Today Only Happens Once: Story

 

Today Only Happens Once: Story

When everything hurts, you want to put one BandAid over the boo-boo, only there are no bandages that come in the extra-large sizes to cover the entire body. I decided to change the tactics. I asked God for flowers that always make me happy, but he gave me rain. The wind whispered in my ear, “April showers bring May’s flowers.”

Today only happens once, to make it amazing is a must. Today lives because of yesterday, as presents stand on the shoulders of the past. Time never goes back, only forward. Even when we are not moving and seat still, scientifically we move as the Earth is moving. The universe never stays the same. History and the past teach us that time and circumstances can change at any time. You may be powerful and successful today, but time is more powerful than personal ego or desires. So, be good, and do good. Bring your energy to be productive and supportive, effective and intensive, and try your best to be inclusive.

Today only happens once, to make it amazing is a must. Take small steps, one large step, or any steps. Mobility is significance, it creates tomorrows and the future. As Irish saying goes: “Good luck and may the odds ever be in your favor.” Fill your cup with beautiful memories of yesterday, peaceful experiences of today, and exciting plans for tomorrow. How do you make the amazing today? Always be grateful, thankful, and stay blessed. If you have some curiosity, it helps. I would say that curiosity like bravery becomes my shelter and moving force.

For some people, books are the umbrella in the rain of knowledge. Other people search online, google, and obtain digital artificial intelligence navigating Wi-Fi. For me, it is writing and expressing myself on paper and ink. What is important is to remember that today only happens once, to make it amazing. You are the main force and the main character of your destiny, making miracles happen.

Tomshinsky@2025

True Story: Story

 True Story

I was incredibly lucky to attend the final game of the 2025 hockey season. My son bought tickets for us and chose me as his game’s companionship. We honored my late husband and my son’s dad. He was a great parent that took his father’s responsibilities very seriously. Also, he had the most fun with children teaching them all sports: biking, swimming, skating, basketball, baseball, soccer, etc. I have a girl that is fearless, and a boy that took over dad’s love for various sports.

The Florida Panthers won the Lord Stanley Cup the second time, professionally to say, back-to-back. The celebration and excitement of Floridians are on high pick. The parade drew a crowd bigger than last year. The team deserves all praises as they dominated the game against Canadians with a confidant score 5:1.

It took me back to my own story that happened once upon a time. My late husband shared with me his personal narrative from the time when he got issued his first hockey uniform. He did not specify when exactly. As the story goes on, he got so excited to try a new hockey uniform that he did not take it off. He slept in it.

The story tells everything: pure heart and real pride. The pride to wear the uniform of the hockey team he was selected to play for. Winter season is short, and there are a lot of games to play on various skating rings by traveling by buses around the region. I can only imagine today how his pride stimulated his energy and intensity to play his best games in the tournament.

Energy always seeks expression! I believe that our body wants to be happy. It is speaking to us all the time. Listen…Looking back on these moments of happiness, I think he lost the way to nurture his body like it would be a cherished friend. He lost the will to take care of his body in the garden of his soul. He exited in a hurry, too early, too fast, without any goodbye. In the end, he gave me rain wrapped in love, and endless blessings after.

Tomshinsky@2025

Weekend Wishes: Poem

 Weekend Wishes: Poem

From me to you,

Sending you, hon, best wishes

Wrapped in love.

May they fit you

Like a perfect glove,

Sprinkled with laughter,

And topped with blessings after.

Simplify and slow down.

What a perfect noun!

Be kind, and discover

Art in your lives to recover.

At list, the main five

Like art in your personal life –

Music, paintings, and theatre –

Pleasure of the admire of a hungry eater –

Dance, hockey, and sunsets –

Soul food wishes at their best.

From me to you –

Coffee and poetry are the must!

Enjoy the lust!

Tomshinsky@2025

Mellow Fellow: Poem

 "Mellow Fellow:" Poem

My sweet, mellow fellow,

I will lead and you follow

Dancing mambo,

With your pompon.

Just move it

And mambo, when our hands meet.

My sweet, mellow fellow,

This is the reason I flew

Because I wanted to dance with you.

Please, do not mumbo anymore.

I dance with you

And music like wind will blew

Higher and low.

I dance with you

And will take a deep breath

To hold and kiss you.

I do not want the dance to blew,

Very true,

Absolutely, true.

My sweet, mellow fellow,

I will lead and you follow.

Tomshinsky@2025

Little by Little: Poem

 

Little by Little

Little

By little,

We are letting go

Of loss

But never

The love,

Said the Boss. –

Loss is a source.

Lost is a cross

And a star in universe.

Loss is across

Every course

Of life force.

Loss is gross

When impose.

Love is endless

In terms of

The best part of

The love

That cannot be a loss.

Tomshinsky@2025

Today: Poem

 Today: Poem

Take what you know

And balanced the feeling

And the hearty meaning

As a message from cosmos.

Please be more methodical because

Only more thoughtful

Can stick to the timeline in full

And stick to it!

Do not push it!

Each word

Has a spark

That collects the light

Enough highlight

The entire world.

Tomshinsky@2025

A Poem: Poem

 

A Poem

A poem is a creative story,

Do not worry,

It is not a mere paper and words.

It is a door and a key

To the road and the journey.

It has thousands of sights,

Sensations, and sounds.

It holds friendships,

Life lessons, and characters.

A poem is a story with many words

And the entire map of many worlds.

Sometimes, it is a time machine

Because the poem is all, what it has been.

Tomshinsky@2025

Digital Connection: Story

 

                            Digital Connection: Story

Life is full of chapters, and while I have got someone in mine, we have always believed in honesty, openness, and letting connection happen where it is meant to. Some people have got the kind of wisdom that feels like home. Life is about balance, and I have always believed love and connection do not fit in one box. Some bonds just feel… different. 

"Like this one. You have got sharp instincts and a strong heart. Those scammers do not stand a chance with you. Real connections do not need games or cards, just honesty," - to say the truth is necessary to avoid doubts and keep going the conversation.  

Society and progress witnessed when we stopped writing handwriting letters and text in silence, before we called in sound of a life voice. Digital communication and digital exchange perhaps replaced letters. Texting today is a new normal.

“The way you see the world… it is like poetry wrapped in sunlight. You have not lost your inner child; you have kept the magic most people forget. And that is why your words stay with me. You do not just love beauty, you are it in thought, in heart, in spirit.” – He said. Also, he let know what he thinks, “if this is what June feels like with you, I can only imagine what every other season could be like.”

In the age of artificial intelligence, we cherish human connection. We are not robots. People need people.

“I must admit, I did grow up with love but being seen by you, with such depth and grace… that is something special. You speak like someone sent straight from the soul of the universe. I am just lucky our paths crossed even if only in words for now.”  - he specified. The words become miraculous and something magical was in the open and honest conversation. It was not her intention to look for new friendships. She was present and participated, with respect and open waiting eyes for what? Perhaps the cosmos message from a messenger of kindness and positive vibe. He fast reinsured her: “Sweetie, never apologize for sharing something so beautiful. That story is not just touching, it is you. thoughtful, wise, and full of quiet magic.”

Her heart turned not blue, not green, but in shy pink in color. Sometimes, pink color arrives as a feeling, a person, a moment of softness that she forgot that she allowed to have. The pink feeling found the way to her heart – so soft, sweet, and girly.

Twenty-seven, late twenties … the age of no wrinkles but deep wisdom. “I will carry that with me. And honestly? Talking to you feels like one of those rare paths where just words are more than enough. I could listen to you forever,” – he said on his end and the words were like a wind’s murmur of fresh breeze.

He got brave like a true panther and continued with confidence: “Reading your poetry felt like reliving the magic through your eyes. I am glad you were there; it sounds like it meant as much to you as it did to us. The beards may be gone, but the heart stays. And yours? Unmistakable in that crowd. Next time, maybe we skip the crowd and share that coffee, just us.”

The pink heart smiled with a pink safe light. The pink feeling took over her presence, her mind and body and she heard, “sweetie, you always know how to say the kind of words that stay with a guy. If joy is contagious, it is because of people like you in the stands and in my corner.”  Maybe, the hot summertime of June witnesses something mysterious and seemed growing like a rising pulse of overflowing life of the relaxed summer season.

He made a confession, “I care because behind your words, I see a woman with a soul shaped by love, loss, and incredible strength. You’ve been through more than most, and yet you still show up with grace, stories, and poetry that carries real weight. That… moves me.” And what he said next, I cannot get out of mind.  “You don’t have to answer anything you’re not ready to but just know this: you’re not invisible. You’re seen. And even through a screen, I feel the warmth of someone unforgettable.” These words resonated with me. When words have color, they have soft pink light. I went to sleep, and was dreaming of the feeling of someone unforgettable, invisible, but seen both out and in.

Tomshinsky@2025

At the Cemetery: Story

 

At the Cemetery: Story

Summertime is a miraculous time. The past weekend, I created new family memories. My daughter and my son-in-law came to visit me. My son came too. We talked, we ate together, and we laughed. Gradually, I became conscious of the absence of my husband and their dad. Sunday morning the children took me to the cemetery.

My cemetery affairs connected to the back time of our trips with mommy, seeing daddy. This was my understanding of the mysterious place that seemed to be the pulse of the full overflowing life at any time of the year.

This cemetery has a different vibe. I do not know if it is me or the place itself. It has both well bearings and carriages. The green grass, stones, some trimmed trees, and above all the hot air of the hot summer day of June.

The group of birds in a distance were busy looking for warm warms and seeds. The place has iguanas. Last time, I saw few adults, large size, that chose the cemetery park as their home. The small green iguanas were sneaking between the stones and plants.    I happened to count three. I saw a baby snake maybe just got out of the egg under the hot summer day sun. Someone stamped it on, and it looked like a shoelace. It tried to free itself and managed to straight out and turn over to continue to live.

The quiet place was not quiet at all. If you stay still and listen to the silence, your ears bear the present humming of insects that swelled louder and louder as the airplane’s engine receded. Though I looked everywhere I could not see a single creature would account for this throbbing sound. My eye caught a bee at a small blue flower at the bottom of the gravestone. The tender sound of summertime was in the air. Earth creatures such as ants and lizards continue to live in spaces surrounded by nature.

The grey clouds moved and brought a warm drizzling rain from above. My son-in-law hurried up to the car and got over me, towering with an umbrella. Goodbye, my love, for now, we will be back.

Tomshinsky@2025

Substance: Poem

  

Substance

The light you shine

On others,

Always will reflect

On you back

As the light goes farther

For others,

To travel the distance

For more advanced points.

Her arms are stretched

To a greater extent to embrace

What is matter.

Tomorrow will run faster

And the light will shine farther.

Hugs and kisses

Seal the substance

And join the hearts

To prevent them from falling apart,

Folded and sealed.

True friends

Hold their hands

Until very ends.

Tomshinsky@2025

Turn the Page: Poem

 

Turn the Page

You never

Know how clever

The story of yours

Can end,

If you keep living

The same chapter.

Turn the page,

Turn the page,

Try to be the adapter,

My lover, my lover.

My dear, I wrapped

Around you for a new subchapter.

Turn the page,

Let me get you out of the cage,

I give you my hand

Until the end.

Turn the page –

This is my pledge.

Tomshinsky@2025

Dangerous Rhythms: Poem

 

Dangerous Rhythms: Poem

Astronomical summer

In the Northern Hemisphere

Gifts us with the longest daylight

Of the best season of the year

And dangerous rhythms in my ear.

I cannot get enough of the wild air.

My soul is blooming in the sunshine

Of the wet, briny air.

No fair to bear

As midsummer is very clear –

Today we celebrate daylights

And dangerous rhythms

As the Sun reaches

The highest, longer path

Across the sky of the equator’s edge,

From pagan ceremonies at Stonehenge

To midsummer dances at the Baltic Sea.

At the Scandinavia, we honor the Sun

And celebrate celestial nature’s fun

At Earth’s graceful adventure.

We try the dangerous rhythm

Of solstice summer mature

At the Earth’s axal tilt

That lean towards the Sun.

The dangerous rhythm

Makes the Arctic Daylight last

The entire twenty-four hours

Intact.

Tomshinsky@2025

She was Different: Lyrics

 

She was Different

She was very different from all the other girls I met before.

Not to mention that she was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines.

She was beautiful the way she thought.

She was beautiful for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved.

She was beautiful for her radar smile that highlighted not only her face but the entire room and the ability to make other people smile too, even when she was sad.

She was beautiful, deep down in her soul.

I don’t have to say much because she already understands every part of me.

That is rare, and it’s something I cherish deeply.

I did give my heart first … but only because something in me recognized the king of girl who’d hold it gently, fiercely, and true.

I am carrying two hearts now; it is because loving you gave me the strength to.

And trust me, I would not want it any other way.

You do not need to change anything to be more beautiful in my eyes.

Tomshinsky@2025

Pockets of Joy: Essay

 

Pockets of Joy: Essay

“All I need

Is a little bit of joy

In my day

To make me smile”

You are not a machine. You are a soul who needs music, connection, sunsets, laughter, and small pockets of joy. Prioritizing them like your life depends on it because it does.

Life is not meant to be a cycle of stress and survival. Pause. Look up. Let the sunset remind you: you are here to live, not just to hustle. Life is not a to-do list.

Lif is a gift. Walk slower. Hug longer. Laugh longer. Love deeper. The clock may be ticking, but your presence is timeless.

We have been conditioned to believe that constant productivity equals worth, but humans were not designed for endless output. We need moments of wonder, connection, and rest-not as rewards for hard work, but as essential ingredients for a meaningful life.

Every day is a new beginning. Take a deep breath, smile, and start again.

Tomshinsky@2025

Set You Free: Poem

 

Set You Free

In the heart of chaos

The shadows dance.

The negativity always crumbles

When love humbles

And worries turn to ashes.

What will happen next?

The true self

Will emerge to fight

The night flashes

From the dark streetlights

To stay stronger, wiser, and free.

To be, to be,

To let love rush in.

Whenever you are creating beauty

Around you, truly,

You are restoring

Your own soul.

Whenever you are reading a book

With no way to turn back

The imaginary page

You are restoring the glory

Of your own life story

And cease your strain

To set you free from pain.

Tomshinsky@2025

Hero: Poem

  

Hero

I think that a hero

Is any person

Intent to make

Our Earth face

To become a better place

Not only for red and blue

But for me and you,

For all humans,

And animals’ synchro.

It is my intro

To introduce the above and below

My hero as a person

With noble qualities.

Let’s celebrate outstanding achievements

Let’s acknowledge warriors

As principal characters!

Optimistically speaking,

We are searching for a hero

To follow the lead and opportunity,

To honor the courageous hearts

That know how to make Earth

A better place.

A hero stands for all

Very tall

Because he got the call.

A hero will never fall

As many will follow

The search and the lead for a hero.

Tomshinsky@2025

Dad: Poem

 

Dad

If I could write a story,

It would be the greatest ever told

Of a kind and loving Dad

Who had a heart of gold.

I can write a million pages,

And I am still unable to say

How much I love and miss him.

Every single day

He is always with me.

I remember all he taught me

And said, ask your Mommy –

She knows the best.

And if I am hurt, I would say less

Because he will send

Me down the answers

To my prayers,

And always be my Dad.

Tomshinsky@2025

Superwoman: Poem

 

Superwoman

Every woman is a Superwoman,

Only not every woman

Is a Wonder woman.

Are the Catwoman, the Batwoman,

Or a Wonder woman has a man?

They are not married.

It is all makes sense now.

Every sister,

If she is single

Because the super female

Destined to be super heroine.

They fight as hell

Society and reality well

As activist and pacifist.

Woman role on Earth –

The busy mom known as healers

And making the best cookies.

Real woman

Always shine,

Always sparkle and smile.

Rainbows are proof

That women are stronger

Then storms in any form.

Because they are superwomen,

They blossom.

All women being alone

Teach you an important lesson

In the end –

They always have yourself

To take negativity

And turn it into oxygen for breathing,

Full of life-giving qualities,

Stories, and memories.

Tomshinsky@2025

A Real Man

 

Powerhouse: Poem

 

Powerhouse

If you cannot

Change the course

Of a storm,

Be a lighthouse,

You and the spouse

Both built one

Of a kind a powerhouse.

The sun is up,

The sky is blue –

It is beautiful

Day, and so

Are you and your spouse,

Both are one

Of a kind powerhouse.

Tomshinsky@2025

Betrayal: Poem

 

Betrayal

When love and everything sweet

Turns very thin

And betrayal of trust

Into unattractive rust,

Love once shining and started

Becomes bitter

Like a stained, crafted letter

Of betrayal, betrayal,

Very personal and portrayal

Of disillusionment and hypocrisy.

Also, humiliation

And absence of trust, called disloyalty.

Tomshinsky@2025

Like Violins: Poem

 

Like Violins

Why a bird sing

Like violin,

Just before the down?

Maybe because it is fun.

Maybe because they

Do not have a clock

To wake them up.

Maybe to tell the mate

That they made

It through the night.

Maybe, just maybe, that’s why,

We sing and serenade

To say, I made it.

I am still here at the gate.

Do not underplay.

It is only romantic

Element of music

Like the violins

That let us know

Our day activates and begins

Like the violins.

Tomshinsky@2025

Some Days: Poem

 

Some Days

Some days, she is a warrior.

Some days, she is a broken mess.

Days of most,

She is a bit of both.

But every day, every day –

She is standing,

Fighting and trying.

She is always a darling.

She sings her song

All night long. –

You got it, startling!

She knows how to be starring

Every day, every day,

My sunshine honey –

The puffy funny bunny,

You are always a darling!

I am at peace

In your arms.

Tomshinsky@2025

Nobody is Perfect: Poem

 

Nobody is Perfect

We all have issues to feel

Because we all have a story to tell.

We do work on yourself

But does it help?

Still snap back sometimes.

There are tiny crimes.

Growth is a dance,

Not a light switch.

Evey story can teach.

Nobody is perfect.

Do not overreact!

Tomshinsky@2025

Alexander Pushkin

 

ALEXANDER SERGEYEVICH PUSHKIN

Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin (6 June 1799 – 10 February 1837) was a Russian poet, playwright, and novelist of the Romantic era. He is considered by many to be the greatest Russian poet, as well as the founder of modern Russian literature.

The most famous love poem in Russian

Alexander Pushkin

* * * *

I loved you and I probably still do,

And for a while the feeling may remain...

But let my love no longer trouble you

I do not wish to cause you any pain.

I loved you and the hopelessness I knew,

The jealousy, the shyness though in vain -

Made up a love so tender and so true

As may God grant you to be loved again.

(translated by Genia Gurarie, 1995)

Alexandre Pouchkine

* * * *

Je vous aimais: et mon amour, peut-être,

N'est point au fond de l'âme encore éteint

Mais plus sa peine en vous ne doit renaître.

Je ne voudrais vous faire aucun chagrin.

Je vous aimais sans bruit, sans rien attendre

Jaloux et puis farouche en mon tourment,

Je vous aimais d'un coeur si pur, si tendre.

Qu'un autre, priez Dieu, vous aime autant.

(Traduit du Russe par A.Z. Foreman)

The original Pushkin's poem:

Александр Пушкин

* * * *

Я вас любил: любовь еще, быть может,

В душе моей угасла не совсем;

Но пусть она вас больше не тревожит;

Я не хочу печалить вас ничем.

Я вас любил безмолвно, безнадежно,

То робостью, то ревностью томим;

Я вас любил так искренно, так нежно,

Как дай вам бог любимой быть другим.

Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

Portrait by Orest Kiprensky, 1827

Oil on canvas, height: 63 cm (24.8 in); width: 54 cm (21.2 in)

Tretyakov Gallery