Unimportant Day: Poem

 

Unimportant Day

I read this quote.

I wrote down this thought.

Here is my note. –

What is the unimportant day? –

A day without plan and plot,

When everything is at your throat.

For me, every day is a generator,

An open possibility

To create something greater

That cannot wait for later.

For sure, every day is meaningful.

It could be simple and cheerful.

It could be fearful.

It is up to humans to make it strategical.

There are no unimportant days.

It depends on what you chase.

Nothing in life comes on trays

There are so many ways

Hold down to every day and phase.

Look, your wishes lay sideways.

“Holidays, weekends, and workdays

Are the pathway

To make every day to headcount,” –

Said my caring Aunt.

Life, love, and laughter

Are three powerful words

With capital “L”

Never fail

Every unimportant day.

Tomshinsky@2026

One Early Morning: Poem

One Early Morning

Breathing anxiously while walking.

Watching the sunrise and feeling

The breeze of air on my skin.

This is about me. –

“How have you been?”

Times like this are quietest,

And safeties.

It is not about time killing.

It is about living and breathing,

One early morning,

By watching the sunrise while walking.

Tomshinsky@2026

George and Martha: Poem

George and Martha

George and Martha have a quiet moment

For a little pine-tree romance.

Side-by-side perched

Among the pine-tree branches

These two share some affection

Of being flying birds.

George and Martha took a break

Of serious business

Of mutual grooming

And reinforced the close bound

Martha has soft feathers and heart.

George protects their love.

Tomshinsky@2026

Bird Notes: Poem

 Bird Notes

Some birds acting like a missile,

Fast and stealth.

There is an unparalleled landscape

When bird takes off and fly.

I see the consistent delivery

In the high sky

And wildlife performances,

Tailored for the most water-air environment.

Tomshinsky@2026

Headwind v. Tailwind: Poem

Headwind v. Tailwind

The Soul is a sail.

The wind is life.

Unfortunately, the wind on the road

Is always a headwind.

The soul loves heart-shaped decorations

That touches women’s form

And the content of men’s norm.

Slow down, breath,

And let your day unfold

Beautifully, when on the road.

The headwind blows directly in front.

It feels like you ride

A bike underwater

But you will succeed.

Obstacles and challenges are not odd.

Businessman knows,

Growth of progress propel

Like a tailwind’s dwell

That will keep you well.

Tomshinsky@2026

Biscuits and Gravy: Poem

 

Biscuits and Gravy

A love my biscuit.

I love gravy

And my sweet smiling baby.

Sunday satisfaction

Is a comforting affection.

Sometimes, I like you more

Then pancakes

If you ask me, “What for?”

Personal connection

For morning breakfast together

Is a sentiment of a long-time tradition.

Let us eat biscuits and gravy

For extra charm,

Warmth, and home-cooked love

That never harm!

Tomshinsky@2026

Under Scorching August Sun: Poem

 

Under Scorching August Sun

I.

Under scorching August sun

Eagle opened the wings.

The majestic view from my place –

Spectacular fly,

High in the sky,

And he done

Ander scorching August sun.

II.

The whisper of weather

Perhaps said, “Spread every feather.

Let your brilliance resound

And freedom to unbound

When you fly

High in the sky.”

Eagle’s feathers flew wildly

Under scorching August sun.

Powerful bird’s flight is always fun.

Tomshinsky@2026