Marigold: Poem

 

Marigold: Poem

Marigold and July,

Both thrive in July’s heat.

The garden struggles in summertime

But Marigold rhymes

As the heat-loving blooms

Are the ones that trust

Growing in the heat of sun

In the summertime.

The blooms like coins of pure gold

Stand strong

And even help other plants

In July’s summertime.

Marigold, Marigold,

Your blooms are like coins of pure gold.

Tomshinsky@2026 

Nature's Tribe: Poem

 

Nature’s Tribe

Did you whisper

To an old tree?

Did you talk to the animals? –

If yes is your answer,

You are smarter than wise serpents.

Does mooing at cows count?

Welcome to the tribe…

You are the wood walk tribe’s part.

I talk to animals and plants.

Also, to the little army of ants.

The wind and the rain

Both are keeping nature alive.

Nature’s life is intelligent,

Smart, innocent

Like the peaceful loving dove.

I whisper to the trees

In my mind

And happy to be a part

Of the nature tribe.

 Tomshinsky@2026

A Story of a Bird and a Fish: Poem

 A Story of a Bird and a Fish

Once upon a time,

There was a Fish in the ocean.

It was not an ordinary Fish.

It was aspired and had dreams.

On a sunny summer day

It was a clear blue sky

Like a blue ocean and sea.

The Fish’s curiosity

Was unusual and ambitious.

Also, the Fish was brave and courageous.

How I can see,

The independent thinker was out of a leash.

Silly Fish did not know

That the sky

Is a great place to fly

For wildlife raptors,

The different types of alligators.

Wildlife of Birds and Fish

Has one blue planet

Made from net

Of water, air, and sky.

The dreamy Fish was an osprey

Of a Hawk to feed the family

Of baby birds of flappy gray

In a safe place,

High in the blue sky

That looked like a blue ocean or sea.

The breakfast was delivered

And the Fish got to fly.

It is not a fairy fable.

It is more like a story of a wildlife

To disable

The sweet dream of a very independent Fish

That did not have any leash.

Tomshinsky@2026

First Step: Poem

 

First Step

I.

Does not matter

That you cannot see

The whole staircase.

Remember,

To be, or not to be.

It is not a race!

Just take the first step

And wrap your mindset

Climbing stairs

When you believe in yourself.

Life cannot get better

Because you matter.

II.

Believe in yourself.

Be a boss and an elf

Because you are talented

More than you know

To learn and to grow.

You are capable more

Then you imagine,

You are braver

Then you think.

In a one blink,

Life cooperates

With a grateful heart.

III.

Every action you take

Is a vote for the type

Of person you wish to become.

Believe in yourself,

You are the boss and the elf.

Accept challenges and imagine,

Choose to keep moving

And savoring your journeys

Courageous first steps.

Tomshinsky@2026

Music Saves: Poem

 

Music Saves

When everything fails,

Music saves.

So, do lyrics.

Music is not what

You think.

It is what you feel…

Music and lyrics fill

Your emotional link

Of body and mind everything.

You can hear and feel

Music and powerful words

Speaking straight to the soul.

Only music can transport

Us to another time and place

To face yourself,

To care, to feel, and embrace.

Music is power and grace!

Let’s sing together and trace

Everything that music saves.

Tomshinsky@2026

Flower's Seeds: Poem

 

Flower’s Seeds

Flowers do not morn

Their seeds…

They trust the wind

To succeed.

Mankind needs

The old-fashioned trust

That never rust

In a right woman

To continue life

And let nature’s

Knowledge win

To succeed,

At the right time and space.

Only nature’s knowledge grace

Do not compete.

First comes the dual attraction

Organic like natural chemistry,

Followed by trust repeat navigation,

At the right place,

At the time which is right

Walking and flight

Like flower’s seeds

To trust the wind

To succeed.

Tomshinsky@2026

Woohoo: Poem

 

Woohoo

If you can see life

Through the child’s eyes,

It reminds

Us how joy looks like.

No worries.

No rush.

Just laughter, wonders,

And dancing in the puddles.

We only are little once.

Now, I am standing in the rain Momma.

Woohoo.

I want to jump in the puddles too,

To be puddle dancing

And playing.

I am sure missed these days.

Sad that nothing I can do.

Woohoo.

Precious memories

Stick like stories of glories

And poetry glue.

Woohoo. Woohoo.

Tomshinsky@2026