You Cannot Buy Life: Poem

 You Cannot Buy Life: Poem

Life is not for sale.

There nobody can put a price

On human life’s trail

We sleep, eat, and breath

To be able to live life.

Give me the price for life! –

No, there is no price

For a human life, duh!

Living and breathing air

Are free, liberda!

Sunlight and flower’s bee

Both are free, duh!

You cannot buy life!

Tomshinsky@2026

Blessed Days of Grace: Poem

 

Blessed Days of Grace

When you blessed

Your writing hand is always upheld.

The day moves with grace,

And the heart is full of trust.

The quiet corners of earth

Carries air of fresh scent

And after rejuvenated rains,

Birds sing, and grass growth.

Among the branches and leaves

Lessons are learned from green trees.

Protection, guidance,

And unconditional love

Move beyond the wind’s dance

That fits like a garden glove.

Moments like this are small

But once the day passes, I say it all.

Tomshinsky@2026

Father and Son: Essay

Father and Son: Essay

In the quiet corners of the garden, where the leaves stretch wide and the air carries the scent of earth and growth, there’s a kind of peace that only shared moments can bring.

A father’s arm rests gently around his son, not just as a gesture, but as a promise — of protection, guidance, and unconditional love. The world may move fast beyond these trees, but right here, time slows down. Smiles come easily. Laughter feels lighter. And the simple act of standing side by side becomes a memory in the making.

Among the branches and the green, lessons are passed down without words — how to nurture, how to be patient, how to stand strong yet stay kind. A garden grows with care, and so does a bond like this. Rooted in trust, watered with understanding, and warmed by everyday moments that may seem small now but will one day mean everything.

This isn’t just a photo. It’s a reminder that the greatest legacy isn’t something you leave behind — it’s the love you plant today.

When Winter Over: Poem

When Winter Over

First day of meteorological spring

Welcome to the mud season.

By March, the worst of winter

Should be over.

The snow would thaw,

The rain would help to grow,

And rivers begin to run

Because it’s melted snow into water.

The world would wide awake

Into itself again.

Winter should be over.

March brings spring.

Spring season of mud

Is always fun.

Tomshinsky@2026

Lyrics from the Clouds: Poem

 

Lyrics from the Clouds

Clouds over the ocean

Seeing.

Clouds in the sky

Being.

Lyrics out of my pen

Challenge floats

About the meadows

Like the whisper of wind

Occupying my mind

And swaying gently every word.

Clouds inviting reflection

And encouraging

To view, to pause, and observe;

To find the right word

When clouds in the sky

Calling

To dream and to fly.

Racked with sorrow

Throw the miserable row,

I certainly know

To be alive is the best thing.

Tomshinsky@2026

Time Is Precious: Poem

Time Is Precious

I.

On day, one hour,

One minute will never

Cone again.

Enjoy every day and hour,

One minute will never

Come again.

II.

We dream of precious  

Warmer days to start some seeds.

We grow many herbs and flowers.

Calendula always is a comforting fact.

Trust the process

You cannot see

Beneath the surface.

So, give yourself the space

To bloom and grow

Because everything is possible.

III.

Life is precious.

It does not have rewinds

Unwrap with appreciation

The gift of each moment.

I little self-love goes

A long way

And this is precious.

Tomshinsky@2026

I Never Knew: Poem

 I Never Knew: Poem

I.

I never knew,

Until I met one in You.

You brought me peace

To all my dreams.

I want to harvest

From every song

If I can prolong

The endless lightness,

Kindness, and happiness.

II.

And if you are to love,

Love like the moon loves.

It does not steal the night.

It only unveils the beauty

Of the dark

And the moon’s light

That sends official approval

For sweet love.

Tomshinsky@2026