A Girl Named Joy: Poem

 

A Girl Named Joy

I.

Once upon a time there was a girl.

Her name was Joy.

She made a living from what she had.

She always behaved and conducted herself.

Joy never arrived with grand announcement.

Sometimes she appeared in smallest

 Unexpected mounts

And tiny, small moments.

Joy never asked anything

Except to be noticed.

All she wanted

Is to show a little bit of creativity,

Get rid of negativity,

And continue writing with productivity.

II.

One day, Joy decided to be wealthy.

She did it in the way that matters to her,

Very substantial, and healthy –

Rich in slow mornings,

Rich in good stories;

Rich in people who laugh

Until they cry,

Rich in pleasant afternoons spent doing

Absolutely nothing

Beneath very beautiful sky.

Joy did not cry.

Her old soul

Got a call

To be rich in thoughts

And rich in faith. –

Pretty simple, girl, right? –

Everything wonderful in life takes effort.

Joy chose to be wealthy and rich.

Tomshinsky@2026

Romantic Ballad: Poem

 

Romantic Ballad

I.

She gets the best seat at the table.

She gets her favorite music

For comfortable rides

With respect to the passenger’s rights.

A man that can open a jar

Always could see very near and far.

A man that can open a bra

With a little patience,

And I supposed some practice

Goes a long way.

II.

He promised to feel safe, spoiled

And appreciated

In return for good company.

There are more like flirting

For the same penny,

And a maybe little kissing

At the red light

Without any fight.

III.

The word salad

Turned into romantic ballad.

I think that my Beau

Knows a thing, or two.

Is it a romantic ballad,

Or two old farts

Exchanged the rhetoric arts.

Tomshinsky@2026

You, Me, and the Tree: Poem

 

You, Me and the Tree

I.

I think about Adam a lot.

Adam was caught

When bit the apple

And blamed and shamed Eve...

This is why the apple

Stuck in men’s throats.

II.

Slightly feral,

I got a referral –

Surrounded by thirsty birds

Arguing with hungry squirrel

Over whom owns

The bird’s feeder.

I blame and shame the Eve,

Not Adam bit the apple.

There is an effect of ripples

When fruit stuck in men’s throats.

III.

It was an opportunity

Acquiring a robust vocabulary

When you have paper, pen, and the key

Unlock the door to history

And turn it into a story

For you, me, and the apple tree.

Without Roads: Poem

Without Roads

Roads? Where are we going,

We do not need roads!

Streams? We do not need boats.

Absolutely odds!

Elon said, -

“We won’t need tires!” –

Something everyone admires.

Autumn leaves

Like tiny sailboats,

Drifting downstream

And tumbling overflow falls.

Tomshinsky@2026

When You Are Alone: Poem

 When You Are Alone

Sometimes you get lost

In the silent act or post.

Emptiness beyond belief.

No familiar touch and look

When you are lost in silent act.

It is a real fact, I checked,

To smooth the pain

You do not say anything at all

When you are alone.

No familiar hand to hold

Because there is nobody to call.

There is no voice to calm the fear,

When you are getting old.

Unseen, unfold, and untold

When dissolving in silence

Because you say nothing at all. –

Instead, try to stand tall

When you are alone.

Do not fall

When you are alone in silence.

Instead, learn to make your own trance.

Tomshinsky@2026

Woods, Soul, and Nature: Poem

 

Woods, Soul, and Nature

Get out … in the woods!

It will be cool!

The trees will calm your soul.

It is Fall!

We belong with nature

On a little adventure.

Hey, hey,

I am thankful for the autumn day.

Tomshinsky@2026

I'm a Lover: Poem

 I’m a Lover

I am a lover

With or without a lover

Because love is Who I am.

Bam, bam,

Not who I .m with. –

Do I please?

What do I feel?

Is it your spoiled caprese?

Pure heart

With full of pure love.

It is a true part

Of a loving heart.

Bam, bam,

I’m still learning

Who I am.

Tomshinsky@2026