Journey: Poem

 Journey: Poem

Your journey

It is not like mine.

It is absolutely fine.

Mine journey 

It is not yours.

It is okay.

If we meet a central path,

We can encourage

And even take advantage

Of each other’s race.

Life is a journey

Of ups and downs,

Every step helps to grow,

Learn, and find strength.

Journeys bring change

At any group and age.

The body tensed

And even quivered,

Wave after wave,

Surges through it

If we meet at the centra path

We can encourage 

And even take advantage 

Of each other’s grace.

Tomshinsky@2025

For the Good Times: Poem

 

For the Good Times

Good times, good times

Do not leave us.

Light is easy to love,

Only few can love in the darkness

To find happiness.

You cannot rush love.

It takes time and work

Because in the end of fork

You will find truth

About yourself.

Love is like harvest

Of promise in response

To dreams and feelings

Of wellbeing.

Good times are the hardest,

Full of promises and responses.

The best times are yet to come

If you have days like mine.

Good times are not extreme,

Just should be consistent.

Tomshinsky@2025

Today is Thursday: Poem

 

Today is Thursday

Today is Thursday,

A happy day before Friday.

Every day, every day

Runs so fast.

I am trying to do my best

Every day, every day.

Today’s Thursday,

If I may,

It is not too fast,

Just the right amount from the past

That stays to last.

I can count on Thursday,

An ordinary day before Friday.

The long weekend is coming

To celebrate the long Labor Day.

Tomshinsky@2025

Beautiful Reflection: Poem

 Beautiful Reflection 

You're not just loved, you're cherished too,

Lucky to have found someone like me, it's true.

I'll return your love with every fiber of my being,

Unconditionally, with a heart that's always seeing.

In your eyes, my soul finds a home,

With you, I am never alone.

Each day, I'll strive to make you smile,

To bring joy to your life and make it worthwhile.

Together, we'll create a love so bright,

A bond that's strong, and a heart that's light.

You're my haven, my peaceful place,

Forever with you, is where I want to be, in this love's warm space 💗.

I love you more with each passing day,

In your arms, is where I'll always stay

Peter van Delft

Garden of Love

In twilight's hush, where petals unfold,

Peter's hands, a gentle touch, behold.

Ida's heart, a rose in bloom,

Their love, a garden's sweet perfume.

Like sun-kissed daisies, bright and fair,

Their bond grows strong, without a care.

In fields of lavender, soft and wide,

They stroll, hand in hand, side by side.

Peter's eyes, like sapphires shine,

Reflecting Ida's love divine.

Their whispers sweet, like honeyed dew,

As flowers sway, their hearts renew.

In this garden of love, they thrive,

A tender dance, a romantic drive.

With every bloom, their love will grow,

A beautiful tale, forever to show.

Peter van Delft

I am In Love: Poem

 

I am In Love

Love is such a powerful word

And it is not odd.

Beauty is in the true connection.

Magic of being in love is a reflection.

I know am in love with a stranger –

I am in love with you.

You are like a beach umbrella:

Protective, dependable,

And bring in just right amount

Of shade without anger

Enough to stay in love with a stranger.

Please remember,

Love is such a powerful word.

Beauty is a connection

Of being deeply in love.

It can tear the heart

Like there is only one art

To love and be loved –

Magic, majestic,

And it is very romantic.

Love is such a powerful word.

It is not odd –

Protected, surrounded

Like a beach umbrella,

I feel like a Cinderella.

A Blooming Mind: Poem

 A Blooming Mind: A Response

In gardens of thought, you bloom so bright,

A rose of wisdom, in every season's light.

Your words, like petals, unfold with gentle care,

Revealing depths of insight, beyond compare.

In autumn's hue, you find your voice so clear,

A symphony of thoughts, that banish fear.

Your poem's beauty lies, in its gentle pace,

A reflection of a soul, that's found its space.

Like leaves that turn to gold, your mind takes flight,

Illuminating paths, through life's delight.

You're a gardener of thoughts, nurturing each seed,

Harvesting wisdom, with every thoughtful deed.

Your intelligence shines, like a sunflower bright,

Warming hearts and minds, with its radiant light.

In every season, you bloom, a flower of grace,

A testament to wisdom, in every thoughtful place.

Peter van Delft@2025

In Foreign Land of Netherlands: Poem

In Foreign Land of Netherlands

I.

There in foreign lands

Is a land of Netherlands.

The land of Hans Christian Andersen

Has an auto ban,

The vibrant flower industry,

Dutch waffles, canal parades,

And national pride

Of moving on bike.

Dutch waffles

And stunning flowers

Have vibrant colors

Of ancient buildings and flowers.

Global reputation

Of Dutch contribution

At peak blooming season

Makes vision of tulips

And calla lilies in pink

In spring

Irresistible and alluring –

Cannot be described in ink.

II.

Did you know that

Windmills have a historic mark

But Dutch love for flowers

Is stronger than love for waffles.

Beauty before the day starts:

Trippers look for botanical Hyacinths

Of the Netherland descent

From early spring to August,

Visiting Amsterdam

Or Rotterdam.

I am a big fan

Of scanted flowers –

The red Tulips and Roses.

What about the Daffodils? –

Trust me, they are better than dills.

Vibrant colors

And stunning beauty in every flower

When you are visiting Amsterdam

Or Rotterdam.

III.

I love the Keukenhof parks

To sit and watch the historic marks

With a book of Andersen’s tales

In my hands,

In foreign lands,

The land of Netherlands

Red delicate tulips from fairytales.

Tomshinsky@2025

Trees are Like People: Essay

 

Trees are Like People

Like a single tree carries the memories of rains and winds, and people who planted it. They are now in the far past, perhaps centuries back. The time is only registered in the tree’s memory and the rings of the wood inside the tree. These memories keep so needed to grow rains and stormy winds but also memories of sunny days of springs and summers, memories of bad and good, most of the time the memories of good and pleasant times. Good memories have positive vibes and smiles. They are pinned to the memory and cannot be thinned.

Birds know and they do not slow. They come and go – mate, nest, teach them to sing and fly. When time comes, they fly away. Now, the tree is empty-nested.

Somehow, trees attract people with similar souls. People with old souls like old trees. These people do not need to spend a lifetime translating someone’s old soul. People are like trees, and trees are like people.

Today is a new moon, a new start. The new start begins in the far away sky. Summer of 2005 is going into the past. I think when we listen to our mind and listen to our heart, both will guide us by the beautiful soul that we cannot see. It is only could be reached by feelings. I am not sure that only humans and animals have feelings. I think trees have feelings too. When you take time to look at the same tree, you can see it in the branches, you can see it in the roots.

What about love? Amid chaos and growth, love blooms defiantly. The expression ‘love blooms’ comes from the flora, flowers, blooming trees. When the right time comes, when the right person is your soulmate, love finds you.  Love and joy associated with love does not come to use. We must look far and near, more often next to you and choose it, to find it…in ourselves. How to know it that it was a joyful day, my way, oyh way, my way, the guts will say.

People are like trees and carry memories that are pinned and never will be thinned. Also, trees are like people.

Tomshinsky@2025

Insightful: Poem

Insightful

My life is not boring,

Most of the time, it is peaceful.

There is a difference.

This is a real reference.

My life is not foreign.

It is insightful –

Well explained difference,

Just for the reference.

Homemade is happiness.

Everything is better personal.

My life is not boring

When I use the #2 pencil

When my nose is between books covers

My life captivates and fascinates.

Sometimes we hide sadness

But never hide anger

Even you have an angel

And the most loyal friend.

I learned to make a living in the past,

But not life that will be last,

Adding years in living to bear,

Not life to every year.

What does makes life interesting? –

Finding personal happiness

As new life begins

Beyond yourselves bliss

Freedom is timeless.

My life is not boring.

My life is a little foreign.

Most of the time,

It is peaceful.

It is insightful

Way to explain the difference.

Tomshinsky@2025

God Full of Mercy: Poem

 God Full of Mercy: Poem

I wait for the wind

To blow away the bad

Like winter snow,

August’s thousand winds blow.

I stretched my hands

To hold down to the old ends

But they are lost forever.

I want to capture and hold

A prayer, a sign, and faith

That gives me strength.

I look for a light,

A moment, a sign.

My movements are clumsy.

Without my partner,

I am a bad dancer.

My internal rhythms are rusty.

I am broken and lost,

Spoken and listen the most.

New dances have new positions.

New membership and partnerships

Begin the adjustment

As God is full of mercy,

As laughter is a sound

Of soul dancing fancy

At the present 

Moment.

Tomshinsky@2025

Beholden: Essay

 

Beholden

People say nobody is coming to save you. I am writing to tell of whom it is the concern that this is not true.  How lucky I am that so many people saved me. They continue to do it every day, even if they did not intend to.

I am not an orphan, it is my family members, children and cousins. I learned to receive a smile from a stranger, a hug from the neighbors, a fresh loaf of bread, some fruits to make me happy.

I am always paying attention to words, simple sweet words of kindness. Words from a writer or few; the lyrics of awesome songs, and observant friends are the healing balm for the heart. In the modern world of contemporary world of texts and messages even completely strangers, including the imposters who are looking for connectivity, with sweet and kind words saved me in their seemingly insignificant ways of self-esteem, confidence, and self-worse on the road in the world of loneliness and isolation. Especially, people who wrote warm reviews on my posts and poems, took time to put a red heart emoji for appreciation and to acknowledge my creativity.

So many people even do not know that they play a role in lifting my mood, making me smile, and are reason for my writing. How lucky I am that so many people saved me from crying on sad days, even if they did not intend. My heart is full of gratitude.

Sometimes, miracles are just good people with kind hearts. I always accept and respect the presence of good people in my life. Never underestimate the power of good people.

Tomshinsky@2025

The Traveler: Essay

 The Traveler

Traveling on foot, by plane or train, by boat or by car would be pointless if we stopped feeding ourselves in mornings, working during the day and sleeping at night. What if we stop imagining and dreaming? We are surrounded by nature and time on our beautiful planet Earth. Each season brings joy and happiness. We need beauty and peace – a gracious palm tree, the scent of the pine tree, and the strong oak tree. We admire the green leaves through the medium of poetry and stories. We need fairytales.

There are many reasons to travel. And we always return home after traveling far and near. The lyric of the popular song says: “green, green grass at home,” which is always better. If we have a good book, all we need is a bench in the shadow of a tree and a breeze of the wind on a hot summer day.

Creativity and imagination will bring us travel far and near. It takes a long journey for the young stream to reach the sea, and we must stay on course. What I mean is that liquids flow freely inside and through my body. My sweat, my blood, and my salty tears become the rives and every river becomes an ocean. As a traveler, I grew up with time and do not want to let it go. Little girl’s dreams never die.

Just like river's winds and curves that are traveling to destination point to the sea, our traveler's pathway eventually finds peace and satisfaction in the flow of the process. Living is a process not a destination. For me living means to find unity between mind and body and harmony between heart and soul. How to get there? Perhaps on foot and by boat, taking in the sun, the air, the wind and beautiful surroundings. Also, by reading, using fancy resourcefulness and writing it down in ink on paper.

Tomshinsky@2025

Something Is Wrong: Poem

 

Something Is Wrong

Something is wrong with me.

There is pain in my knees.

I am an old soul.

I find peace

In nature and solace

Of moon, breezes, and poetry

Of the large green tree.

Morning sunsets

That keep promises

Of bookshelves and book sets.

What about the rain?

What about the sound of the train?

It is a lot on my mind and brain.

Something is wrong with me.

The only place

I ever went,

Said she with grace. –

Was to work.

I am always working

Switching the gears and talking,

Enjoying, and repeating.

Tomshinsky@2025

Alone: Poem

 

Alone

I do not want

To be alone,

No, no…

How to count

The hours of the night

Until the daylight.

I cannot

Be alone,

No, no…

Tomshinsky@2025

Summer Strawberry: Poem

 

Summer Strawberry: Poem

Strawberry has

A magical aroma.

A child and her momma.

Strawberry and milk,

My pen with ink

Trembling in my hand –

I do not want the memory to end:

Strawberry, milk, and sugar.

A little ant

Come to try and to bother.

The picky eater

Is a devoted feeder

On the porch, on hot say of summer.

Princess dinner

Of strawberries, sugar, and milk

Brings the childhood memory.

They are like plate of silk.

The pages of the past

Cannot be rewritten.

The lasting memory of contrast

Had nothing to vast.

Tomshinsky@2025

In Silence: Poem

 In Silence: Poem

It could be

That people are tied

To speak.

In my case,

After I look at my face,

I am tired of silence.

This woman can talk.

I listen to music

In silence,

Then I dance

Out of passion in lyrics.

I try to walk

In silence.

In my case,

When I am not busy

To dance,

Just look at my face.

It is morning,

I am that lucky person

Who is in it.

I write and sit,

I walk –

This woman can talk

In silence and grace,

Just look at my face.

Tomshinsky@2025

Sweet and Beautiful: Poem

 Sweet and Beautiful

If I would be a honey,

I would like to stay

Very sweet forever.

If I would be a bottled

Of drinking water,

My voice would roar

As a tender waterfall

For you, and me, for all.

People say I have a beauty steam

As the sacred key springs,

With a pulse of powerful oceans.

Now, let’s talk about kissing

Like a beam

Of tropical rain –

Raw, untamed, and life-giving aim.

I only remember

The clear air

Too powerful to be contained.

The mind said,

You are not bottled

Water, you are the liquid

Of life, the voice that sprinted.

You cannot reach out

For what is in front

Of you when holding up

To the past.

Tomshinsky@2025

Laugh: Essay

 

Laugh: Essay

“If you can make a woman laugh, you will see the most beautiful being on Earth,” said Keanu Reeves. I was stunned by this statement. There is certainly magic in the sound of laughter – it breaks walls, melts fears, and brings out a sparkle no diamond can match.

Woman’s beauty is not only in the eyes, smiles, or the curves… but also in the unguarded joy that bursts out when someone truly makes us laugh. Long-time ago, I was laughing with all my heart, the laugh that makes all body and mind participate in unison. And somehow on the way of living life, repetition of home and work duties, the sound of joyful laugh became obsolete. I was watching late entertaining comedy shows in my leisure time. I watched cartoons and followed the jokes, but it was not same. Somehow, the cleaver funny situations were acknowledged but the happy laugh from the heart was not there. Life was serious, and there was no time to laugh.

I have a light nature of authentic smiling that people often refer to. A smile highlights the face. A smile is a sign of agreement between thoughts, emotions and heart. To make a lips’ smile into laugh we need the body and guts participation that the beautiful sound of laugh takes all over entire body, and your laugh unguarded and free, until the tears of joy chase the inner beauty of a woman. Laughs that mean happiness.

Tomshinsky@2025

I'm Not Who I Used to Be: Essay

I’m Not Who I Used to Be

Alice in the “Alice in Wonderland” by Lewis Carroll said, “I can’t go back to yesterday because I was a different person then.”  The truth is that this book changed me. Since the time I started the book, and months later, I am not who I used to be and that is a beautiful thing. My morning coffee and poetry workshops became my rituals and formation of morning energy and creativity sparks reflecting on my life.

My own reflections on life, my thoughts and emotions helped me understand that I cannot go back to the time ‘when I knew a thing or few.’ I am not who I used to be. I learned about myself, my abilities, and my ‘wants and don’ts.’ Life taught me a lesson of making it through the day, and lessons are teaching to study and learn. Each lesson lifted me up and showed consistency, discipline, and willingness to move on. All above helped me. My life lessons paid off.

Surrounded by nature and time, morning coffee conventions resonated with both my heart and soul. The transitions from dark nights to daylight gave comfort of daydreams and fantasy of post-realistic expectations. It is not my job to do it all. Do what you can and may. What I mean is choosing the priorities.

Since the time I started to write this book, I noticed the personal change. The value is in a brief escape from the reality of grief and sorrow with a gift of hope. I have to confess that I never took the gift of hope lightly. Sometimes, brain power conquers despair and amid sorrow and let light after darkness show the way in the valleys of life.

One step of a time, little-by-little, the time handle of the clock only moves frontward.

Tomshinsky@2025

Get Off the Couch: Poem

 

Get Off the Couch

Get off the couch.

The creative energy

Is extremely potent.

Go with this trend!

The electricity is in the air,

Daydreams emergency

Cover up emotions and fantasy.

The feelings never surreal

When enter the filter.

Get off the couch!

Och! Not too much

For Monday’s hustle

And positive vibe-bustle.

Not my job to be liked,

Do it all.

I am not pathetic.

My job is to be authentic.

It is a simple arithmetic –

Humbled, and charismatic

When soul finds comfort

In helping others, and beyond.

Tomshinsky@2025

Live, Love, Laugh: Poem

 Live, Love, Laugh: Poem

Live every moment –

Stand by me forever.

Love beyond the words

And many odds,

Laugh every day

With capital L,

All the way.

Live and breathe –

It is all I wish for.

My heart beats for you,

My soul gets blue

To think about you

When you love beyond words

And many odds.

I am a simple person –

Live, love, and pray.

Live and grow

Beyond the word

And many odds

In the chameleon world.

I will always fight

For loving you.

My heart beats for you,

My soul gets blue

To think about you.

It is all about joy,

O boy,

And connection

At the vineyard dance celebration. 

Tomshinsky@2025

One Step of a Time: Poem

 

One Step of a Time

Recoveries are harsh –

Do not rush.

It is not one

And done.

Recovery is not fun.

You cannot get over

And skip the lifelong journey:

One step of a time.

You climb and climb,

It is called recovery line,

One step of a time.

One line for today

Will hold you

To be proud of yourself

For being the help

On one of those steps.

Deep down, there is the one

Moment in time

When decisions are made

That changed everything.

Recovery happens

When changes renewing to think

Constructive, optimistic, and positive

To retrieve and believe

In one step at a time!

Tomshinsky@2025

Glimpse of Hope: Essay

 Glimpse of Hope: Essay

Sleeping is hard in the summertime. The blankets are warm, but without them I am vulnerable to monsters. I used to fear endings. But now when I know the end, I understand that every friendship cannot last forever, not every dream meant to stay. Is it okay or not, it is inevitable.

One chapter of my life closed forever. Life said, deal with it. Did I fail? What will the next chapter of my life bring me? I do not know. What I do know is that time and life both go fast. I have one door to open every morning to let the sunlight in. It is a hot summer. In business we say, when one door closes, another window of opportunity opens. 

I went outside and took a ten-minute walk with a mission: to notice few things that I have not really looked at before such as sneaky lizards, the shape of the plants, and the number of flowers on the rose mini bush. I did not see monsters. Everything was the same as I remembered.

I was scared, alone but not hungry. I learned to take care of myself. I did not have another choice. I have time, and I continue to live my life. My eyes showed distress, immense fear but also a tiny glimpse of hope. 

The greatest gift you can give to someone is our valuable time. When we give someone our time, we give the person a portion of our life that we never will get back. Life is inevitable.

Tomshinsky@2025

Raindrop: Poem

 

Raindrop

Every raindrop looks like a tear,

So clean and clear.

One raindrop of aqua holds life.

Life is impossible without love.

Love feels like sunlight

On the skin,

Soft and kin,

No chains around the spirit.

Raindrops to awaken and arose.

Our love means growth.

The phone calls

To tell me, I love you,

My sunshine. –

Raindrops, one or two,

Were tears out of blue,

Dreaming about you.

Today, everything tries to hurt,

Burn and hissing,

Bite and sting.

It hurts my heart

Because I cannot fly,

I cannot sing.

I listen to raindrops’ song.

My love feels like sunlight

In my skin

No chains around

The spirit.

Tomshinsky@2025