Birds of the Wetland: Poem

 

Birds of the Wetland

In the wet grasslands

The battle to eat and feed never ends.

The are stunning feathered birds on the trees –

They have to feed the hungry chicks.

Classic side view –

A bird has his way with an apple snail.

An apple snail a day

Or couple hundred keep the munchies at bay.

Summer pounds rich with seafoods.

Birds do not need any boots.

Here is a juvenile night Heron

That entertains like an adult baron.

Sky got traffic

As Osprey on the hunt

Got a fish from the mud.

Bold Eagle spotted a fat catch.

Smart Egret finds shade

On a very hot afternoon.

The tall grass is very cool.

Slender, elegant blue Heron

Isolated to fly

In the pure blue sky.

The Wood Duck in colorful feathers

Has the vibrant breeding look eclipses.

Fantastic capture

Of my adventure

Left stunning water reflection

And my deep appreciation.

Rosie, the spoonbill, is a special bird

With a flat, spoon-shaped bill

To feed the meal.

The delicate pink with bright reds

Come with aerodynamic legs,

Unmistakable fabulous

And monogamous.

Spoonbill showing the impressive wingspan

Marching by in the swamp.

Tomshinsky@2026

Crazy Woman: Poem

 Crazy Woman

He said, I met a woman

Absolutely crazy.

I met a woman

Very careful and kind.

She is busy and jazzy.

She is cheesy and crazy

Like a blue daisy.

The reader thought

That being both crazy and self-aware

Is wild and insane.

People say every crazy girl

Is a sweet woman,

With flame in vain.

Softness and kindness

Are promises

That steers imagination

Of deepest part of the soul inspiration.

Where is life, there is hope.

Crazy means intense,

Entertaining, lucid, or not.

Crazy woman thinks she can fly.

She writes poetry to try.

From woman like that,

It is difficult to come back.

She is soft like a kitten,

Passioned and fit like a mitten.

Tomshinsky@2026

Silver Fox: Poem

Silver Fox

Occasionally,

Once for the file,

O’ mine, what a while!

Nature puts something special.

Silver Fox, as a fact,

Is a rare sight to react.

Silver Fox is a darker variation

Of the Red Fox domination.

Two different looks –

One species in the same woods.

Stay curious. Stay wild for a while.

Once for the file,

Encounters with nature feel special.

Metallic colors morphs

Into dramatic coats

Of smoky blacks

And silver-tipped grays.

Tomshinsky@2026

Blessed: Poem

 

Blessed

I.

Bless this and that.

Blessed to live another day.

Blessed to celebrate life.

Blessed to recognize and trust.

Is it a testament, or a little quest?

Could the rain be a blessed relief

From the summertime heat?

I see a colorful rainbow at the end.

Blessed in quite peace

And freedom last weekend.

Blessed of memory of love

Like a free fly of mourning dove

In few hours in good shape

Perhaps from reality to escape.

Bless to shine in own light

Trying to survive the fight.

II.

Blessed to have a peaceful heart,

A grateful soul,

And someone who makes life

Feel a litter warmer.

There are moments that pass

In tenderness,

Longing for happiness.

What is a heart-warming story? –

Friendship, kindness,

And the biggest adventures

Matters

Like life lessons.

Tomshinsky@2026

Home Is Where the Heart Remembers: Poem

 Home Is Where the Heart Remembers 

Home is more than walls and doors;

It’s the memories living in our hearts. 

It’s laughter shared, the quiet moments, 

And the people who leave lasting marks. 

Sometimes home feels empty and still, 

When someone we love is no longer there. 

But love doesn’t disappear with distance 

It remains in every room we once shared. 

A new chapter may feel unfamiliar, 

Yet every beginning carries a chance. 

To rebuild with hope, peace, and courage, 

And let the heart learn a different dance. 

So may your home always hold warmth, 

May your memories bring gentle smiles, 

And may tomorrow bring you reasons 

To believe the journey is worthwhile. 

Because sometimes “home” is not a place 

It’s the feeling of being understood, 

And finding someone who listens with care

And makes an ordinary day feel good. 

Robert Seth

Horizon: Poem

 Horizon

There are no two of the same horizons

A calm healing space

Brings emotional wellness

And emotional selfcare

To forget the fear.

The tree stands where stood before.

Therefore,

The fog was an illusion

And the wind offered a solution.

Single flock of birds

Was on the way to a destination

To rest and eat,

And beat the daily heat

At a cool, safe place.

I looked at the horizon

To face the sundown

And beautiful clouds’ zone,

Inhaling ozone.

Tomshinsky@2026

Invincible: Poem

 Invincible

Invincible smile

Better than hate.

Invincible calm

Better than chaos.

Invincible summer

Better than cold winter.

Never defeated –

Always overcome and conquered!

Physical integrity

Better than competitive superiority –

A winner would say.

Tomshinsky@2026