Two in the Dark: Poem

 Two in the Dark

Two in the dark.

Tick-tock cuckoo clock.

Silence. No words.

My breath,

Your sweat -

The pound of two hearts.

The soul is fulfilled.

You got strength

To welcome the sunrise.

Tomshinsky@2025

Address: Earth Poem

 Address: Earth

My address: Earth.

My place of birth is Earth.

I was born and raised on Earth.

Home, sweet home, my planet.

I speak some Neptunian.

I try to make some sense of main 

Point of life and death

On Earth

As both are worth.

You can unearth

The entire universe

Of self-worth

When you are down-to-Earth.

Our green and blue planet

Is like a powerful magnet 

Or like a person that has attraction

For Sun worshipers.

Look, my body is made from pieces

Of iron and steel

Because I possess and feel

Certain environmental substances

Such as trust and compasses

Of love and humanity

That rules gravity and vanity

Here, on Earth.

Just look at the local community.

Tomshinsky@2025

Internal Light: Essay

 

Internal Light

There are some people who have sun inside them. It is hard to explain. Their presence highlights the room, brightens the day. It is not only their beautiful smiles. They are internal beings that shed light and make feel like the sun. It is their calm energy and their inner peace; and these people do not wait for anything back in return. It could be the inner sun-in radiant smile. Never hide your magic! And by the way, men are literary get crazy for a smiling confident woman.

After all, the smile of Mona Lisa continues to linger and takes over our hearts in modern life. Few works of art have captured the imagination of the world like Leonardo da Vinci’s Mona Lisa. Painted in the early 16th century, this portrait of Lisa Gherardini—better known simply as the Mona Lisa—has become an icon of art history. Beyond its technical brilliance and mysterious atmosphere, one feature continues to puzzle viewers: her smile. Some researchers suggest the smile represents a mixture of happiness and sadness, demonstrating how human emotions are rarely one-dimensional. Her smile symbolizes not only the woman’s personality but also the complexity of human perception itself. Writers and artists have used her smile as a metaphor for hidden meanings in politics, love, and philosophy.

Why has the smile become a symbol in popular culture? Because of its mystery, adaptability, and universal appeal, it has become a metaphor for enigma and beauty across art, literature, and media. Children are innocent messengers on Earth that bring pure joy, and their smiles warm up the hearts not only of their parents, grandparents but even strangers who did not lose the complexity of human perception on a smile of a child.

Sometimes, the heart cannot

Take in the aggravation,

And then you cry.

You let it go for meditation.

Smile after you cry.

Smile instead of cry.

People will wonder

What you have been up to and why.

(Tomshinsky, 2024)

Learn from Mistakes: Poem

Learn from Mistakes

None of us is perfect.

We all make mistakes as a fact.

We say wrong things,

Even the kings.

We all do wrong things.

Sometimes, we fall,

Even we crawl.

We learn from mistakes.

Other times, we eat steaks.

We grow

And move on.

We always get up.

Sometimes, we stand up

For everything we need time.

We learn from mistakes.

After the small breaks,

We eat sugary cakes.

We grow

And move on.

Tomshinsky@2025

Focus on Silence: Poem

 

Focus on Silence

I.

Focus on silence:

How does it sound?

Can we feel silence?

Does silence communicate

To us and what is say?

II.

Far away from the city’s gray

Noise, away from the town

That is like a crown

That keeps the loud sound

Above streets and tall houses,

Even above the green trees

III.

I found silence.

I do not have a license.

The quiet place is not damn –

It is in your arm.

I found silence.

Tomshinsky@2025

On Poetry: Essay

 On Poetry: Essay

I believe poetry happens to a poet long before they ever write it. What I mean is that it takes courage and bravery to give time and status to private thoughts and emotions to public nakedness of letting people read and appreciate them. It is where detail-oriented observation of description meets critical thinking and leads readers into your mind and heart, The creativity in poetry’s rhyming is a self-expression seeking comfort and satisfaction in words by painting with writing tools the poet’s vision, thoughts, and the stories.

The words were there all the time; the poet just makes miracles happen by giving words the purpose to fly.

Tomshinsky@2025

Trust, Loyalty and Connection: Essay

 Trust, Loyalty and Connection: Essay

I have old-fashioned values. I think of myself as a graceful lady, “a Lady and a Madonna” at the same time. Obviously, I had been raised and grew up in the twentieth century. I try to carry myself classy, strong, respectful, and above all, inspiring.

I believe that real things have not changed. It is still best to be bold and honest, and truthful; to make most of what we have; to be happy with simple pleasures, and have courage when things go wrong. I value in other people trust, loyalty, and meaningful connection that real values go a long way.

The hardest thing is dealing with being alone. Beneath most arguments is a quiet plea to be found, chosen, considered, understood, and accepted; nobody is perfect, with all your imperfections, limitations, and deficiencies. What sounds like a conflict is often a cry for connection and instant communication. Perhaps when you find peace of mind.

There should and could be days when morning best cup of coffee tastes like magic, a stranger makes you smile, and the night sky touches your soul. When you fall in love and your life changes because you fulfill your life with love, joy, happiness, and worries to be responsible not one but two fragile hearts. Humans have senses. We have thoughts, emotions, and fears. We could both be at the same time, social and brave but also nervous and shy.

Life is a journey and having a hand to hold down, a shoulder to lean on, and a best friend to carry for and to listen to, are priceless.

People whose kindness is not a strategy, but a way of life have a choice and a chance. I love to be around kind people. I hope they never change! Appreciate the Earth, every day, stay nice, do their best! Everyone I meet fights their own battles. And as summer falls into autumn, people are ready to reset, re-adjust, and restart as many times as they need to. True observation.

Tomshinsky@2025

Friday Morning Thoughts: Essays

Friday Morning Thoughts: Essay

It is Friday morning, almost the weekend. Do not forget to be fabulous! Let’s begin and finish with thoughts and gratitude. As usual, the first and final moments set up a tone for the many minutes that fall in between. The between what we call life when we live and breathe air. We do our best. Besides, the happy soul that is best shield that keeps us from the cruelty in the world.

It is late September, when air smells like apples and the world looks like it has been dipped in cinnamon. Taking in the new day’s rise, shine, and the goodness that follows you, you feel pure joy. The joy of simple things that color the canvas of the soul, and you smile.

According to a 19th century legend, the Truth and the Lie meet one day. The Lie says to the Truth: “It's a marvelous day today!” The Truth looks up to the skies and sighs, for the day was really beautiful. They spend a lot of time together, ultimately arriving beside a well. The Lie tells the Truth: “The water is very nice, let's take a bath together!” The Truth, once again suspicious, tests the water and discovers that it indeed is very nice. They undress and start bathing. Suddenly, the Lie comes out of the water, puts on the clothes of the Truth and runs away. The furious Truth comes out of the well and runs to find the Lie and to get her clothes back. The World, seeing the Truth naked, turns its gaze away, with contempt and rage.

The poor Truth returns to the well and disappears forever, hiding therein, in shame. Since then, the Lie travels around the World, dressed as the Truth, satisfying the needs of society, because, the World, in any case, has no wish to find, look, and meet the naked Truth.

Sun and Wind, Lie and Truth are important legends. We read, we learn, and make out own choices what clothes we wear. I believe in a free smile that makes the face beautiful, that highlights the best in the day, and that may change the World for the goodness and betterment in our surroundings but do not allow the World full of Lies to change your smile.

Tomshinsky@2025

Dear Autumn: Poem

 Dear Autumn: Poem

Dear Autumn,

I keep you in my heart.

I walked with you in the past.

I live with you in the present

Until the last leaf

That will stay on the tree.

I did not leave

As you set me abundance, and free.

Dear Autumn,

You are in my soul

This longing Fall.

I am hungry and desire for change

As season brings transformation to the stage

To take in the cool air and reflect

On all tones and hues of orange

Dear Autumn,

You are in my soul

This longing Fall.

Tomshinsky@2025

When Days Grow Cold: Poem

 When Days Grow Cold

Put on your dresses

Of red and gold,

The autumn days are growing cold.

The wind blows

And plays with leaves.

Squirrels get acorns and nuts.

Bears have guts

To sleep in the cold.

It is fall and winter fold.

Bring the mums

And orange pumpkins,

Blankets, winter sweater

And apple sider –

All the fall things’ reminder

To stay warm and cozy,

Not lazy and cozy,

You, me, and the crow

This beautiful fall.

Tomshinsky@2025

Hazy Days: Poem

 

Hazy Days

The hazy days

Let us know the summer’s end.

Air is still warm

And the evergreen

Mixed with colors to fill

When days grow short

And the nights are tall.

What you feel is

Summer’s end

Wo learned the music and listens

To the wind whispers

That is called Fall.

Leaves are ready to grow,

Get color and fall.

It is not a choice,

It is a change

Of the hazy days

That let us know the summer’s end.

Do not regret –

Fall brings abundance,

The leave fall’s dance –

The symphony of harvest

Who listens

To the wind whispers.

Tomshinsky@2025

Deep Thoughts: Poem

 Deep Thoughts: Poem

Golden days,

And one silver night

On the forest path

Cares rustling leaves

And birdcall echoes.

Can you hear some geckoes,

In the forest of frescoes?

These days

Are like fairytales.

Happy trails

Of one silver night

Opened more than one sight.

Surely, universe

May converse

Golden age

And just one silver night

That makes life on Earth

Bright and light

To transverse

The forest path to immerse

In my deep thoughts.

Tomshinsky@2025

The Knots: Poem

 

The Knots

Every problem

In life, has a gift

Inside.

Do not get upset,

Instead,

Unwrap the knots.

Sometimes, the story

Is a great mystery

And the beautiful ending

Awaits

Your own great expectations.

Every educational lesson

Has a reason.

Be patient

And wait.

At the right time,

At the right place,

The storms of the problems

Will not break you,

They will teach and impart

An educational lesson

Because everything has a reason.

Do not get upset,

Instead,

Unwrap the knots.

Tomshinsky@2025

A Chance or A Choice: Poem

 A Chance or A Choice

There are two things

At the start

Of every new day:

A chance

Like a dance

And a choice

To use your voice.

What will happen

When you join both

Choice and voice

Chance like a dance?

I think it is a song of grace

About a beautiful face

And the personal space.

You sing and use your voice.

You dance and get really close

Because of choice

Of taking risks and the chance

To dance in grace.

Tomshinsky@2025

Sometimes: Poem

 

Sometimes

May the light

Shine on you

When you raise and fight.

On a dreamy day,

May the courage

Finds you on your way

In the living the on life-stage.

Sometimes, you take a chance –

I hope that you never find

A frog in your underpants.

We need to laugh

From the belly, very hard.

Would you smile

If your lips are trembled –

It is not a crime.

Some butterflies revisit us twice –

It is really very nice.

Tomshinsky@2025

When It Rains in Paradise

 

When It Rains in Paradise

It is September in my heck of the woods. It often rains as the Atlantic tropical waves come and go. September helps to transition from sunny summers into fall. Living in southeast tropical paradise provides 365 days of bright sun, humidity, and beautiful flora and fauna of the popular for tourists’ geographical region, minus days of inevitable hurricane season. September teaches me a lesson that love does not vanish. It alters, it settles into fabric of our common days, the pause before the leaf lets go. The air cares for both the promise and the farewell in the same breath.

I went through so many heavy tropical rains and hurricanes, including mandatory evacuation and taking risks to stay home.  There are few stories from different stages in my life connected to heavy rains that I wanted to share in this story: the skirt, the empty college, and the cemetery miracle.

One ordinary morning I went to work dressed very elegantly in a burgundy-colored skirt. The skirt was made from good quality thin wool. It was my mother’s skirt – slim, tight along my body, and had a slit on the side decorated with matching buttons. I hurried up from the bus stop and went rapidly through the park as the gray clouds got darker and the sound of the thunderstorm was right over my head. The heavy rain came, and I was soaked in rain from top to toe. My skirt’s color started to bleed. I could not stop and take covers walking between made-made water and trees. This was a memorable day because my mother’s skirt that had a history and saw better days before was destroyed by the power of nature’s wind and heavy rain. It has a bitter-sweet moment, funny and sad at the same time. Who knew that in the past days, people used to color fabric for fresh look of the outfit. What a vivid and memorable experience!

I can almost picture the scene again like it happened yesterday. I close my eyes and see me wearing my mother's beautiful cherry-red skirt, getting caught in a sudden tropical rain shower. The rain pouring down, soaking through the fabric, and causing the vibrant color to bleed and run.

It is as if the rain was washing away not just the color, but also the fabric's secrets and stories. That experience left a lasting impression on me. Did it inspire any creative writing or reflections? Perhaps. Also, despite the point that my mother's skirt did not survive the rain, the story stays with me.

Living in a region with a tropical climate can be beautiful, but it can also mean missing out on the traditional signs of autumn, like falling leaves and crisp air. However, I have the unique experience of enjoying the vibrant tropical rains, which can be just as captivating!

Perhaps I could find inspiration in the rhythms and sounds of rain, and the way it brings life to the plants and flowers around me. I can even try writing a poem or piece of prose that captures the essence of the tropical rains, and the way they make me feel!

Another year, I went into downtown on my lunch break, and a storm started. I ran into a nearby hotel for safety to have a roof and stay dry. The sudden storm sounded intense. Looking back, seeking shelter in a hotel was a great idea. It's always a relief to find a dry and safe spot to wait out the storm. You can imagine me, rushing into the hotel lobby, shaking off the raindrops, and feeling grateful for the sudden refuge. Unfortunately, I stayed in the hotel lobby for a while, watching the storm through the windows. It lingered on, making me late for returning to work. I called my work but strangely, nobody picked up the phone. At this point, I did not know that college was closed due to the storm, and everyone went home. I missed the announcement. I went back and wondered why everything was closed and where were all the people.

I called home, my sixteen-year-old daughter and her brother who also were released from school came to pick me up driving through the roads that looked like lakes. No food but we had each other. What a surreal experience! Arriving at the college, expecting a normal day, only to find everything closed and deserted left me quite disorienting. Just imagine me walking around the empty campus, wondering what was going on, and feeling a bit like you were in a ghost town. Not knowing about the announcement must have added to the confusion. It's as if you stumbled into a parallel universe where everyone else had vanished!

Watching the storm through the hotel lobby windows have been intense, with the rain pounding against the glass. I could not get home; I had the key from the library that added to the uncertainty and concern. In addition, not knowing what happened or how the storm affected my home, and my loved ones only added the aggravation of unsettling. It's as if I was stuck in a state of limbo, waiting for the storm to pass and for news about what was happening through the large TV in the hotel’s lobby. I learned from the news that it was the hurricane Irene that went into a history of devastation made not by high winds but by amount of rain it had produced. The city was flooding.

Finally getting back home, reconnecting with your children, and knowing they were safe had been a huge comfort. And wow, not my daughter, my son bravely had been driving through flooded roads to pick his mom up is truly admirable! It is wonderful that despite the challenges and uncertainty, on that day my family was able to get together and support each other. The story is a beautiful testament to the strength and love of family bonds.

I like light drizzling rain, it is so dry, and the plants and trees need both sun and water to grow. I promised three stories. The third one story also connected to the Atlantic tropical wave of a stormy rainy day. It was this year, on my husband’s birthday, when my son and I took the trip to the cemetery. I am not an umbrella girl, the few steps from the car to the destination place I can do without an umbrella, it is only water; it will dry out fast. My husband on the other hand always had an umbrella and a portable raincoat just in case it would raining, in the car, like a practical man. It was raining all the way in our direction like the rain was following us. When we stopped at our block, I took out the portable raincoat to stay dry as my dear late husband anticipated. We got to the place and miraculously the rain stopped. I paused and listened to the wind in the trees. Raindrops were wet and loaded. I traced the shimmer of sneaky baby lizards carelessly playing in the grass. Also, after the rain, the air had been carrying the quite wisdom of the universe.

Tomshinsky@2025

When Autumn Arrives

 

When autumn arrives, it carries a gentle wisdom—teaching us that release can be as beautiful as growth.

The golden hush of falling leaves reminds us that even endings have their own grace, and that surrender does not mean loss but transformation.

The cool winds invite us inward, not only into our homes but into our hearts, where rest and reflection wait. Just as the trees let go of what they no longer need, we, too, are called to loosen our grip on what weighs us down, making space for peace to settle in.

In the soft glow of autumn’s light, we are reminded that letting go is not the end of the story, but the beginning of a gentler, more spacious way of being.

May this season bless you with the courage to release, the wisdom to rest, and the joy of finding warmth in life’s simple, fleeting moments.

To Get Ahead: Poem

 To Get Ahead

A secret to get ahead

Is getting started,

The big part

Is being trilled.

For what is in your heart.

Success is unstoppable

When you are adorable

And live life you're excited 

About to get ahead -

You know, you feel, I bet.

Eyes up. Heart smart.

Mind sharp.

Compassion on full blast

Okay to be lust when you trust.

Tomshinsky@2025

Happiness

 

A Woman on the Road

A Woman on the Road

A woman on the road of healing no longer explains what she deserves. 

She is no longer argues of what she worth. 

She is single again but in a different way. 

She is not who she was before. 

Anyone can love a rose, and it takes a lot of to love a leaf. 

It is normal to love the beautiful but to love the ordinary is a beautiful feeling too.

Everyone deserves to be loved and be happy, not tired, not hurt, not stressed, just loved the way you are. 

Everyone deserves to be on the road that takes you to grow and to thieve, to have opportunity and passion, to live a life full of purpose. 

Sometimes, to be a yellow flower that bright up our day is good enough. 

At autumn, the leaves grow old beautifully because their last days are full of light and color.

Please, Stay Warm: Poem

 

Please, Stay Warm

Please, stay warm.

Get home safe

And a have good day.

Sleep well, if I may,

When you lay down.

I hope you understand

What really, I communicate

Is really saying,

“I Love You.”

I care for you.

This is true.

Call it a statement,

A manifest, or heart development.

Please, stay warm. –

Here is my arm like a home.

Tomshinsky@2025

Fall in Main

 Fall in Maine doesn’t tiptoe in—it sweeps across the land in bold strokes of color. The blueberry barrens blaze crimson, rolling out like a velvet carpet against a backdrop of golden birches and maples. Apples hang heavy on the trees, the kind you can pluck straight from the branch with the lake sparkling just behind you. At the market, pumpkins and squash pile high, their muted oranges and creams reminding us that abundance often comes in humble shapes.

And then, there are the quiet corners—the wooden bench by the water, the hush of leaves drifting down, the way the cool air makes you breathe just a little deeper.

This season doesn’t just change the landscape—it changes us. It asks us to slow down, to gather in, to look at the world not for what it lacks but for the beauty that’s right here, ablaze and fleeting.

Here’s to Saturdays that hold both the harvest and the hush.

Fall Sweaters: Poem

 Fall Sweaters: Poem

I

Fall sweaters,

They are warm and cozy.

They are not just autumn fashions

That covers all imperfections.

From the fall pie decisions

To the fall sweaters,

The sign of autumn reflection.

I stay cozy and warm,

Also, I finished my tasty pie’s every crumb.

II

Fall sweater

For fall eater

Means inner sparkle

Like a light 

That is burning inside.

It became the outer shine.

With my smile

It will bright up the world!

Take an educated note.

III

A woman in a sweater and a book

Has a perfect mood,

A cup of coffee for energy

Any time is an emergency

Will light up the world.

Tomshinsky@2025

Timeless: Poem

  

Timeless

When you kiss,

You can stop the time.

When you breathe,

You can release time.

I learned how to feel time –

I smile every mile.

When I write,

I escape time

Because I do not watch time,

Because I feel time

When I do something right.

Can we stop time?

Can we escape time?

Yes, we can, when music

Joints truth in rhythms

With a heavenly voice.

What a beautiful choice!

It leads me to growth

Through the easy days

And hard ones,

Through sunshine daytime

And through storms of dark nights.

Kiss me and stop the time.

I will breathe to release the time.

I will write to do something right.

Tomshinsky@2025

Music of Autumnal Wind: Poem

 Music of Autumnal Wind: Poem

I live in paradise.

Of 365 days of sunshine smiles.

Here we do not have faded woods.

Here we do not have winter boots,

Where wild music of autumnal winds

Has different tunes and fits –

Music of heavy tropical rains,

Busters of the endless hurricanes.

You pay the stressful price

For tropical paradise.

I talk to the orange leave.

This is what I mean.

Tell me why I see

In my deep dream

The faded woods.

Tell me why the music

Of faded woods found its way in my lyrics.

Tell me why

I want to know more.

I want to know all.

I listen to the wild 

Music of autumnal wind –

Wind chimes clink and clink.

Tomshinsky@2025

Nature's Path: Poem

 

Nature’s Path

Nature’s path leads

To live and breathe

Air unchoked

To awaked the meadows

Of nature’s path

Of the environment grass.

I do not need a crowd

Just a warm soul

Surrounded by autumn around.

I Choose soil and roots

Over tar and smoke,

Walking on foot in my boots –

I walk and walk

Dirt and gravel roads

That leads me to massive clouds

Of dust that my boots

Agreed, and approved too.

Time to time, I enjoy trees

As I need clean air to clear

My mind, which is fair.

I believe when butterflies appear

My angels are nearby.

I do not need a crowd,

Just a warm soul around by.

Tomshinsky@2025