On the Road, Again: Poem

 

On the Road, Again

Frequency, rhythm and tone

Is the interior of music’s

And the exterior of lyrics.

Listen to the sounds of nature

That always calls for adventure.

The trees and birds are greeting.

The roads are calling.

The amber sun above the ocean

Gives rhythm and cushion

For heart frequency

And love sweet melody.

The right tone

Is both exciting and exquisite

As the story’s prerequisite.

One, two, three,

I am alone and I am free.

I am on the road. –

What for? –

Unstoppable,

And it is not odd.

Tomshinsky@2026

Summer Downpour: Poem

 

Summer Downpour

Most beautiful moments of nature

Does not need words.

Nature takes care of wonders and odds.

There is a gentle rhythm

In the falling rain.

It is different from personal pain.

Summer downpour

Make human life slow down,

Obey, and stay calm.

Nature does not pause.

Nature magically makes

Everything magically blooms,  

Grow, and expand.

Sun bakes and broils. –.

Rain waters the burnt.

And everything magically grows.

Listen to nature, soft and sweet.

Listen to nature where wisdom lives

And wonders meet.

Tomshinsky@2026

Fish and Bird: Poem

Fish and Bird

A big, old ugly-looking fish

Grabbed me with its eyes.

It was not fair

Because right here

Is a local place

For colorful, handsome herons.

They are hanging out in bunches

To accommodate lunches

Made of nutritional fish

And breakfast morning coffee.

I hope you agree

Both birds and fish are free.

There are no limits

To amount of nature’s goods.

I am not after credits.

We all need birds to fly,

Fish to swim for our own goods

To be happy, smile,

And keep our eyes dry,

Without tears to cry.

Tomshinsky@2026

Weathered Pages: Poem

 Weathered Pages

Sometimes from weathered pages

And warm conversations

Dreams take flight

With contents of hope

In the soft celestial light.

Each bug or bird, each star

Carries a wish

On an unseen note,

Because each message is load

With meaning of hope.

Sometimes the book becomes more

Then words can say,

Because every page has a chapter

That stays like an adapter.

Tomshinsky@2026

Sound of Wind: Poem

 Sound of Wind

How can sound of the wind

Play with waves of air

And my hair?

These sounds are wild and cool,

To describe in full.

Does it try to take me

And to blow away?

But I am not a fool

Like a flying kite or balloon.

This time, I was right.

Trees have waved

And lost the will

To the power of the wind.

I opened my mind

To stay tall,

With the depth of God’s will.

When wind left the air,

I adjusted my dress and hair.

My eyes kept the sparkle

And my lips smirkle.

Tomshinsky@2026

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