Every Time Smile
Rabbit,
Rabbit, Rabbit
Intuition, memory,
And human mind
Had a dialogue
In the prologue.
Gradually, faces expressions
Emerge overlaps and intertwine
Forming an interconnected interline.
“Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit” call
Brings raw expressive energy
And creates a social pole
Of consciousness.
Rhyming vocabulary awareness
Supplements the visual rod.
November cognizance
Brings mindfulness.
Mercury in Retrograde
I have a map
Of lines, rankles,
And crinkles on my face.
I have a bed
To have a casual restful nap.
I value Zen meditation
And use my lap
For personal intuition.
Mercury gets in line.
I say, “It is fine,
I am in a retrograde!”
I do not degrade
And stay on track.
I have a map
Of lines and mishaps.
Spirituality and desire
Both are on fire!
Tomshinsky@2026
Motherhood
Where do you work? –
At the snack distribution factory
And the laundry fairy.
Also, as Uber driver
And a therapist handler.
All before noon –
A referee, a nurse, and a chef
Because it is cool.
Besides, the hot girl
Is a money manager and the elf,
Taking care of business and self.
She trained to work
For internal and external use.
No need to keep out of rich
For husband and children.
Hot girls are for professional use. –
Intended thoroughly
Unfold the directions
For continuing education
In the area of neighborhood
With sweet and kind motherhood.
Tomshinsky@2026
Rude Lady
I am a nice person.
If you see me
Calling someone out,
It is probably justified.
When I run in
With not-a-nice lady on the phone. –
Why did she call me rude?
I told her the truth.
She was not raised right.
She knows how to fight,
Rude and disrespectful,
Will not take you to the safe places.
Scammer faces
Climb high fences
To be rude and disrespectful.
Tomshinsky@2026
Folklore
Verbal Art
One
night, the stories went visiting. In the old days, stories did not always stay
in books. Before Guttenberg invented printed books, and the scribers copied the
stories in dark caves with a candle fire with a goose feather and ink, there
were people who could not read. These stories were not written. They were told
verbally. Sometimes stories come from the hidden places of folklore, mythology,
and legends.
It
was an ancient tradition. When one night, the stories went visiting. After all
the work was done in the harvest season, people knocked at the door. As usual,
they did not give a name. They were dressed in masks and costumes. They gave a
rhyme, or a song, or a small act right there, at the doorsteps at the porch’s
light.
The
old stories survived, they were carried door to door, month to mouth, through
the dark of the evening. The elderly of the families took the stories inside
and continued to sing folklore songs and ancient stories to youngsters at the
table. The legends passed from one generation to another verbally and survived
centuries a part.
An
anthropology, “folklore as verbal art” term refers to the oral, literary forms,
a tradition such as myth, legends, proverbs, riddles, and folk songs. They are
transmitted by word of mouth, distinct from material or customary folklore.
William Bascom, a prominent American folklorist, proposed that in
anthropological usage as folklore can defined as “verbal art.” This term was
invented to distinguish the literary aspect from folklore form of cultural
expressions like folk costumes, dances, or ritual.
The
Judeo-Christian Bible reveals its oral traditional roots as well as medieval
European manuscripts that are penned by performing scribes. Even the geometric
vases from ancient Greece mirror Homer’s oral style. One night, the stories
went visiting. From newborn lullabies to ancient ceremonies at the funeral, we
are surrounded by folklore verbal art. Tomshinsky@2026
Melodies and Memories
When you are missing
Someone the most,
You know the best
That a butterfly and the weather,
A cardinal and the feather,
Or a song
Can feel the sign to belong
Like a gentle reminder
And the universe secret finder.
Out of the blue,
I think about you.
Sometimes, a little bird,
A gentle melody
Like the true love memory
Never fades.
Beautiful melodies
Like best memories
Live forever in tending hearts.
Tomshinsky@2026
