End of July's Monday: Poem

 

End of July’s Monday

“I have a cheap on my shoulder.

I have a big bug in my beak.” –

Little birds always tweed.

It is an end of July’s Monday.

I entered a cool

Pollinator’s garden.

The trails inside guided

When I spotted a Jewelweed

And a bumblebee rested on it.

The wild orange Bergamot

Was not a lot

For a one good day

At the end of July’s Monday.

Tomshinsky@2026

Moment of Zen: Poem

 

Moment of Zen

What is my moment of Zen?

Birds on the banks of the river

On a warm summer day to pen

To remember forever.

Some people take photos,

Other pass by in their auto motors.

Not so many people sit on the bench,

Watch what is in front

At the stanch perch

In the murky still waters.

I value the Zen of meditation

And personal feelings of intuition

Of my personal peace of mind’s

And Zen of various kinds:

Birds on the trees,

Flowers for the bees,

Green grass for the majestic deer,

And sweet berries for a forest bear

Is real and fair.

Magical and serene moments

Captured the Zen

In the laps of green nature

And green calm waters

Of perfect picture

Are showcasing the essence of Zen

That wildlife provides.

Tomshinsky@2026

Something Angelic: Poem

 

Something Angelic

I.

Wings of pure white magic

Are on public display

When the gorgeous Egret

Flaunt it’s impeccable

White feathers in an unspeakable way.

Something angelic

When they fly

Across the water and the sky.

II.

Birds do not ask

For permission to fly. –

They have wings

And the sky belongs to winds.

III.

Wildlife moments are majestic,

Unspeakable, and artistic.

Also, something angelic

Is in the outdoor flying life.

The fish-stalking machine reflecting

On the outdoor summertime

In tranquil waters,

With their aerodynamic rotors.

Tomshinsky@2026

Keep Going: Poem

 

Keep Going

Babe, keep going. –

Never give up.

You must walk forward,

Even when you cannot find

The pathway in darkness

Of the moon night.

You must fight

And walk ahead

Throughout cold rain. –

Hold down to your pain.

Step by step,

Think with your head,

Move through the uncertainness of the fog

And quietness of the blog. –

Silence is like darkness.

Somewhere, at the end

Of the tunnel is daylight.

You need the sun dawn

To get on the road

And this is not odd.

Babe, you must walk,

Step by step,

Through time and space,

At the right place.

To face silence of darkness.

Walk, walk on the road!

Go ahead

And never give up!

Hurry up, move through

Temporary unclearness.

Tomshinsky@2026

Air Balloon: Poem

 

Air Balloon

“I am a little air balloon.

I am free and I fly.

I never cry.” –

Spins, spins, my little blue ball.

Please do not fall.

Spins, spins very high,

Higher than bees,

Higher than trees,

And higher than streetlights.

It is not afraid of heights.

I ran after my little blue ball,

Then I said, “Go, go!

May the wind dance with you.”

Nobody can stop my little blue balloon.

It is free, and its fly,

Very high, in the sky.

Tomshinsky@2026

Heartland Whispers: Poem

 

Heartland Whispers

The highland whispers

Where flute takes center stage.

The sounds never have a rage.

Peaceful and gentle,

Truthful and lenient

To listen to yourself.

Learn and think,

In the end,

Begin to fend for themselves.

Growing up is hard to do,

When foundation on the hard land

Helps to grow.

Tomshinsky@2026

Midsummer Day: Poem

 

Midsummer Day

Scientists say dragonflies

Are cousins

Of ancient dinosaurs.

Find yourself peace

And let your spirits sour,

When nature sends its call.

Midsummer days are mostly sunny.

I am not whinny

The blue sky

Where dragonflies fly

Brushed with a soft cloud.

Birds are loud.

New week begins

And moments of summer around

Taking flights toward

New achievements and rewards

Whatever lies ahead

In your heart and head,

One summer day

Absolutely peaceful and free,

No tickets fee to pay.

Tomshinsky@2026