Winter Season Pause
Winter season is not coming to an end.
Moreover, a quite time before
The new beginnings
And new meanings.
It is a pause before spring.
It is a time when warm tea
Stays longer.
It is not the season ending.
It is time of reflection, peace,
And gratitude for finding out
When birds sing after the snowstorm,
People feel thrilled
That whatever sunlight remains
Feels delighted.
Tomshinsky@2025
Suspended Leaf: Poem
Autumn leaf suspended
On the spider tread
Seen recently.
Joro Spider with leaf suspended
In the web, conveniently
Seen few days ago.
It will not grow
Again, until spring
Like the farm farrow
Left few days ago
To develop and grow
Until spring.
Suspended leaf reminds
That sometimes we lose.
Other times, we gain to rise.
Tomshinsky@2025
Bravery
Never underestimate
The beauty of the sunrise.
The new morning is a surprise.
The new day will be wise.
Be careful what you state.
Everybody has a full plate.
Let the past go and wait.
Future captures the essence
Of being present,
With substance.
Do not be absent!
Pick up the phone first.
Tell the truth, reverse
Or laugh with tears,
Without any fears.
Brave is brave.
Tomshinsky@2025
Train Station: Poem
I.
Ordinary train stations –
Tickets and schedules
To any routes and destinations.
People who choose
A railway train station
Has a nostalgic description.
II.
Here she stands
To say last goodbyes.
Her eyes are focused on large clock.
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
Time always flies.
She will be alone
Waiting for a call-phone
For a letter written to home.
She does not say a word,
O’ Lord!
She knows to be alone,
Could be an unknown.
But the mind does not go along.
Her thoughts belong
To the century old train station:
People who go and people who stay.
People who wave
And people who move on.
III.
The last word spoken.
The final strong snug-hug,
And air kisses exchanged in the air.
Memories will hunt
The train station in the dream.
Perhaps it was a tear or few
But both me and you
Are strong like a folklore song.
The lifelong melody is in the backbone
In the arms of the old home
Where you had been born.
Tomshinsky@2025
Two: Poem
Two means a few,
A couple, an equivalent
Of the sum of two ones
Like two socks.
Two always a few
Like a duplicate
Of two identical ones,
Like two matching hearts.
Two is a pair
Of two twinned pears.
Two is a coordinated number
A symbol of two people
Or things like a couple that is outnumber.
Two may be separated
Into parts and halves
Like two matching gloves.
When you put together two hearts,
You reach out to obvious conclusion
Those two stands for love.
Number two in various contests
Recognized like a single number
In arithmetic to cultural idioms.
Number two is a minimum for counting –
We have two colorful mittens,
And two adorable kittens.
I have two hands,
A left and a right,
To hold and to work.
Two mittens, two gloves,
And two people who someone loves.
Sometimes on becomes two
And we forget how to be alone,
Drifted apart
At a dark night.
Tomshinsky@2025
“Ber” Months
September is early Fall.
Bright October is stunning for all.
November is an old sister and cold.
December days dressed in winter attire,
Which we admire
Ay home with ember of fire
To keep us warm.
“Ber” months come in various form.
Days are shorter
And I keep my quarter
For good luck
To save a buck.
November never comes in two.
We play with clocks
And move the time
Like dirty socks.
People make rules –
Some we need as tools,
Others are for the fools.
December is different from November.
In December, we try to remember
The past calendar year.
Cold December sparks fire’s embarrassment
Without regrets and fairness
Because the new calendar year
Is at the door.
There are new plans, better than before.
Tomshinsky@2025
No Rewinds
Life is too short.
Time is too fast.
No rewinds,
And there are no refunds.
So, I live and love.
Enjoy every moment
As it comes:
Pastels of springs,
Beautiful green realism of summers,
Golden brightness of fall,
And purity of white
On the magical winter ride.
Something burning
Inside me
Like an agony
To carry on an untold story.
It better would not be boring,
Just write and get glory.
Life is too short.
Time is too fast.
Tomshinsky@2025
Sunrise
Every sunrise is a show,
A chance to grow
And glittery glow.
The energy flows
From toes
To the head to show
Everything I may do and know.
The day starts and thoughts overflow
From the toe to the deep soul.
I keep hope close
Both new and old.
The sun and cold
Will not slow.
I am a boss on my own.
I choose colors of rainbow
To write poems with afterglow.
Every sunrise brings
Bright colors to grow.
Every day highlights colors to glow.
Tomshinsky@2025
Autumn Taps
Autumn taps at my window.
Autumn rain is annoying
When everything stops
To come back next Spring
Like last year and year before.
Like first time,
Trees are on fire.
Leaves flying with lust.
My heart is longing
For the first snowfall dust
To forgive everything
And make peace with everyone.
I live in harmony every working day
And the weekend,
To live in peace and smile for fun
Until the very end.
Tomshinsky@2025
French Chanson
The single leaf
In color purple
Moves in a circle,
By Autumn rain and wind
Revolving and skinned.
I do not make plans.
I only wait and look for your words.
They sound like song of bluebirds.
They talk to my soul
To avoid the heart’s hole.
You keep me young and alive.
With these words I will survive.
I got a one-way ticket
To take a walk
To live, love, and laugh. –
It is a good stuff!
I stat young and move in a circle,
Revolving like the leaf in Autumn.
Tomshinsky@2025
Beautiful Stella: Poem
This beautiful world
Is full of strange but beautiful things. –
It brings out planets and rockets,
Moons and dust storms
As any beautiful soul glows
In the dark, at night.
My name is Sun.
My wife is Moon.
Our baby’s name is beautiful Stella.
We both have fun
When my wife is in a good mood
At the full moon.
Our family house
Is far in the blue sky
Where there are no any mouse,
Behind the floppy clouds
Where the music plays very loud.
Stella means a bright star,
A star that shines bright
From the night sky’s light.
Stella likes to dance
All nights with glance of elegance,
Romancing, and enhance.
Our beautiful Stella,
The Universe’s Cinderella,
One day met a brave Fella.
He took a knee
And ask her: “Please, marry me!”
People learned that our world
Is full of beautiful words.
Thunderstorms always will pass by
The Sun will come out from high sky.
Fortunately, life is a dance. –
Good and bad, it keeps a balance
To live through various encounters.
Tomshinsky@2025
The
Missing Page
I.
I was looking for soothing
Important, the story of everything.
It had introduction –
The lead on to beginning
And body of paragraphs,
With some personal marks.
What happened here? –
I poured my heart,
At this time.
Where is the missing page?
Where are my thoughts of exchange?
I looked everywhere –
In the trash, in stock of old papers.
So far, no clue on how to find
The missing page.
How to find my written feelings
And the soul that is sinking?
Maybe I had a hole in my pockets
As the urban legend’s warnings.
Someone wanted my thoughts.
II.
Hah, this time it was the Wind.
It was not kind
And blew and puffed so hard
To carry away my kinky ideas
From my mind.
The passing car
Drove over the missing page
And erased the written engage.
Jealous Wind wanted out stage. –
Now the story has changed
Because of the missing page. -
The Wind falls in love
And wants the Author
To himself, only to self.
The Wind and the Writer
Represent strong nature and soft character.
Tomshinsky@2025
Nice To
Meet You
Nice to meet you. –
Where are you from? –
I am from Earth
Of human love, desire,
And two hearts’ fire.
I am from the sea
Of salt and tears.
I am of the wind
That guarded the storm
Behind home walls.
I am the sun
That shines light
In warm smiling form.
Tomshinsky@2025
Blue
Heron and Canada Geese
Great Blue Heron,
Proud like a Baron,
And the Canada Geese,
In one piece
At the lake caught
A small fish
For the birds’ casual dish.
Geese are always in groups,
Arguing, and making
Loud background noise
That everyone enjoys.
Heron spread the majestic wings
And flew to another side
Of the lake, to make it right
Both took part
At amazing, gorgeous sight
To make it right, without any fight.
Unfortunately, my camera’s art was low
When the blue Heron
Like a real Baron,
Took a flight.
Tomshinsky@2025
Practically a Hobbit: Poem
Positivity
Let’s
focus on things that bring us joy. Let me set the stage to draw positivity. Let’s
start with expanded energy, focus on empathy, and of course to intensify so
needed aim. It is possible uplift with a truth and kind words. More importantly,
to choose wisely the enerdy flows to help the condition where life grows. Today
is a new day to concentrate on joy and positivity.
Tomorrow
is another day to get and to try things right all over again.
The
seasons are changing rapidly; the weather gets cooler. The little word ‘Hope”
dominates. Coffee and poetry both keep me tight, consistent, and dominate the
appropriate time, probably investing in my mental health.
I
live and breathe, I am alive. Unresolved and unrelated trauma or stress, lack
of healthy communication are in the past. Today let’s work on conflict
resolution skills. Today let’s focus on things that bring us joy. Today, not
about power and control dynamics, today everything is about the positivity.
Choosing
to have joy is not a naïve thinking that it will be easy, it takes courage and
bravery to believe that there is still hope, even when things get hard.
Tomshinsky@2025
Reverence
When season changes,
Autumn comes
Many things
Bring many differences.
We approach the road with reverence.
We walk on Earth with reverence.
Patience followed to embrace.
Real-life shadowed the Autumn dance.
Yellow leaves on the surface
Concealed the Autumn light
With the stunning beauty in things.
Autumn leaves in colorful ink’s
On the bench,
On the branch
Rushed to approach
My heart, with reverence.
It brings out libation, peace,
And reference to severance
Of something lost and found.
There will not be a refund.
Handsome
What makes men attractive? –
I man with good manners
And tanner.
What does make men good looking? –
A man with respect.
A face with dimples –
Obviously, it’s better than pimples.
Under the facial hair beards
There are men’s flares
To call them handsome.
A genuine man is consistent –
Always shows up for you,
Soft and dominate
But always appropriate –
A man that never stops dating you,
Out of the blue.
Tomshinsky@2025
Past May Change You
I.
I believe in trinity.
Past builds present’s vitality
And creates responsibility.
I learned my ability
Of dos and don’ts
Like a professional, to the point.
Decades of travel may be changed
In goals to achieve and learn.
Decades of life navigation changed
By weather and point destination to earn.
II.
We come from Earth
Since the day of birth.
We return to Earth.
There I no refund or remorse.
And in between,
We live and listen,
In between we garden.
Any gardens and trees
Is motivated by beauty and growth.
Will I see the labor’s fruit
On the planted trees?
Probably not,
So what?
Past influenced change.
The present is like a ticket
To permission to age.
III.
I care about my badge.
I do not want future to perch,
After all,
It is fall.
The future can call,
And it throws a ball.
You can catch and play
If you let the past and stay
In an open position
To change and transition.
I am Able: Poem
I.
When people wonder
How are you able
To come up with hope?
I say, without hope
It is difficult to co-op.
You must believe
If you have a goal to achieve.
II.
I am able
Because I am responsible, reliable,
And most of the time, manageable
To handle so many words
And various thoughts.
Sometimes, the thoughts and words
Take off like a spaceship
By providing common sense
And leadership.
III.
The vision and the guidance
Making miracles happen.
Tomshinsky@2025
Colors of Dreams: Poem
I.
May your dreams
Be stronger than fears.
May your hopes
Be deeper than doubts.
Dream and hope –
Hope, dream, and repeat.
Again and again,
May your dreams
Never fade.
II.
Dreams have colors.
Spring is always
Light rosy and pink
And make the soul sing.
Summer is always
Green and blooming
Like sleepless nights
Of laughter and long daylights.
When autumn comes, fallen,
Dreams getting orange and golden.
III.
When winter comes,
All rivers will become
One large ocean
Of dreams on ice.
These dreams are cold and wise
Of what you could,
To might and would.
By remembering the paster colors,
The innocents of white,
And everything, what was right,
Will occupy the mind.
Tomshinsky@2025
Special Touch: Poem
You touched me
Long before
Our hands ever did.
You touched me
With your words,
Some sweet, others misspelled.
Many sounded peculiar.
You showed kindness and respect. –
I reacted, and reflect
And this is a true story and a fact.
By staying consistent and calm,
You always inspire some
And annoy others,
Few in numbers.
You did it anyway
And stayed and talked every day.
You have a special touch
That means so much.
Tomshinsky@2025
Verist Stages
The leaves are changing.
I am feeling
Autumn and poetry.
It is me, you,
And what is the number three?
Perhaps to pay a free
For being free.
Perhaps there are verist stages
In life to agree.
Tomshinsky@2025
Passenger Princess
The
‘Passenger Princess’ is the best nickname I ever had, like Batch of Honor, like
the title of a book about someone girl that still needs to be told one day.
‘Passenger
Princess’ is somebody selfish for the cause of hardworking, professional,
giving it all to the best years in life for others, family, friends and
strangers, treating strangers like family, and family that needs the best I
could provide for them. Professional woman, working mother and yes, a passenger
Princess. Princesses do things out of love, out of the call to serve, they
smile even if sometimes they want to cry.
Princesses
have class, etiquette, and the ‘Passenger Princess’ nickname suits you
perfectly as a title of honor for a woman so strong, loving, and selfless. She
owned admiration for her ability to balance joy and sorrow with such grace and serving
others with listening skills of a professional woman and moving mother’s heart.
Besides all above princesses do not forget to smile, even when it’s hard
sometimes.
What
is the secret behind this character? She is an open book. She went public with her
writing words. Moreover, she opened the naked truth of personal thoughts,
emotions, and feelings to strangers. Perhaps it is a sign of strength and
confidence to shake off the dust of criticism, to be bigger than 'what people
think' attitudes. When you are honest with your big ego’s self, the personal
truth turns into trust and understanding.
Besides,
the best morning cup of coffee turns everything into thoughts and opens like
the key the door to passage to honesty, justice, and decency. By opening the
secret door to the inner selfishness, self-traveler passenger discovers the
Garden of Eden on Earth.
Life
is thought of as a fast train to the point of destination. When you sit at the
window and look outside and places and people come and go, living memories
behind. Well-educated princesses remember well, keep stories of past and
presents, and diplomatically keep positive memories that make up the sunshine
smile and promise to provide the light that leads them forward. The light they
provide is enough to lead others who feel delighted by this inner light that
only a princess has.
Tomshinsky@2025
Be Loved,
Not Liked
When
someone helps you, and they are struggling too like you, this is not help, this
is love. Dinging ringing, dinging ringing. Do not change, be yourself, and
people will love you for what you are and are born to be, the beautiful self. Love
lifts you up. Strong women have courage and confidence – you will dust yourself
off and will start all over again, avoiding tears and pain, pain and tears. You
deserved to be loved, not liked, not lusted, not settled, but loved.
I
think that sorrow and joy could live together. It is possible the next person who
will love you well be devoted to protection of your heart like a real hero will
be able to kiss away the pain. Protecting the heart is not a duty or any help,
it is love. Dinging ringing, dinging ringing.
What
is more valuable than love? The answer is trust. You cannot love someone
without trust. Without trust love cannot flourish and grow. For any connection to
grow into relationship of two hearts, it must reflect on the value of trust.
Trust and loyalty are the pathways to connection of two devoted hearts. To
handle two hearts is a large responsibility, honor, and privilege when you
love, not liked.
Tomshinsky@2025
Whatever happens, stay alive.
Secret
Door
I do not have a secret door
In my house.
Strange, I have only few doors
In my house.
What for?
Do I want to know what is
Behind closed door?
What for?
A cockroach tried
And quickly died.
Tomshinsky@2025
Weird: Poem
It is weird
To be the same
Age as old people.
I think of myself
Like many years ago.
Weird means unearthly,
Eerie, uncanny.
Passports and biology
Do not lie
About old people’s age.
Do not even try,
Having courage to engage
With your beautiful self,
Acknowledge your wisdom
That has unbearable wealth.
Only God gifts the quality –
Do not fade age or energy!
Tomshinsky@2025
