Hunted in Dreams: Poem

 Group of marvelous teens, green as elves,

Very loyal to themselves,

And the code they invent -

Inside, outside, and online exploring the newest trend.

Information in the Sci-Fi blend wrath

Of fantasy and detection within benchmarked path

And an epic century-long journey,

Imaginary fantasy, hunted in dreams, and very earthy.

Really, what will happen after time change?

Probably, something outrage and very strange.

Perhaps, there will be vital and vibrant teen space,

And virtual lights will keep the blues of social path.

Keep away dirty minds from the 'red button.'

Don't leave our future to the Satan!

Don't make our planet rotten!

Turns on another question:

Who decides what it means to be human?

Here comes a new topic of humanity and men.

This one is not from utopia.

This one is from human philanthropy, dah!

Spontaneous, unpredictable

Taking over the brain and mind

Clicking evolution with visual effects

And social affects

In apps currency

That created the speed efficiency,

Information security reviews.

Computer forensics preventing intrudes.

Copyright commodities

Plus, twenty-eight present royalties

Good, bad, ugly,

Web-based control system vary.

Empowering givers and users,

Transforming communities of savvies

On the digital map

By a simple slap.

Many clouds, 

No brain, no rain -

"You don't know till you try,

Diving in the digital sky!"

Tomshinsky@2024

Der Kuss: Poem

 The kiss is not a kiss,

Without tongue twist.

The kiss is not a kiss,

Without the waiting eyes.

The kiss is not a kiss,

Without the bubbling hearts.

The kiss is not a kiss,

Without the waiting lips.

Press your lips

Against dear lips,

And kiss, kiss, and kiss again

As you lose your brain.

Hugs and kisses

For your Mr. and Mrs.

And best wishes!

Your commitment and art of love outstanding

And the power of love and art is redeeming,

Will be thinking of you now, and forever,

Because of the splendor of hearty kiss.

Have you asked for it and let it pass,

With bubbling fire

And the desire?

It is a 'yes'

For kindly kiss and the waiting eyes,

The rest, you guess!

Tomshinsky@2024

A Cat and A Bird: Poem

There in a meadow

Far, far away

Lives a sweet little kitten,

Who does nothing but play.

Foolish Flappy climbs the tree,

He wants the Robin from the nest to free.

I wish I was a tiny bird,

Like the one upon that tree.

Its merry song from morn till night

Makes me dance and feel so bright.

Happy and strong

With a merry song

Cats march and sing

And birds dance in a ring.

Tomshinsky@2024

A Hat on My Head: Poem

 A hat on my head

Keeps me warm. 

With the hat on my head,

I am a little bit taller.

With a hat on my head,

I feel a little bit grown up.

With a hat on my head,

Would I be a little bit old fashioned?

With a hat on my head,

I acknowledge the elegancy,

A little bit sophisticated.

With the hat on my head,

I am protected and shielded,

From the rattle of wind and rain.

With a hat on my head,

I am tied to strangeness of secrecy,

And a little bit unexplained mystery.

When I wear my hat on my head,

I am refining my natural earthy

Simplicity, and a little bit of naivety.

When I have my hat on the head,

I am a different person:

Very confident, between us two,

I am study and learning my face, -

"Who Am I,

When I have my hat on my head?"

I treasure my thoughts

Under the shell, under one dome -

Entire world of undiscovered

Humanity and femininity.

When I wear my hat on my head,

I am a little bit stronger,

Sharper and hard-minded,

I have my hat on my head,

I feel a little bit medieval,

Nobel, precious, and ideal -

Queenly generous,

And a little bit gorgeous,

Also, sensitive and giving.

"I wear a world on my neck -

Come, take a look!"

I need more than a shoulder,

To keep my head up.

I need more than a hat,

To keep my head right;

Complexity of an opportunity,

Chaos of unfinished symphony,

Dynamics of tropical rain,

Rattle of waterfall,

And the thumb of your hand.

A little bit of anatomical chemicals

Embracing my brain and mind,

Highlighting my eyes and mouth.

I wear my hat on the head,

Highlighting me,

Carrying my aura of the materialistic hat

As a crown above;

The wreath of success -

Just one flower will make

Fairy-like flower-head wreath

To comeback in my past,

A little bit of the catching the dream,

When I wear my hat on my head.

We all going to die,

But I got a cycling helmet,

The same as four hundred years ago -

A boarder from you,

A separation from you and me.

I am wearing my helmet hat,

A little bit of vintage Jello mold,

A topper and lid,

Sweet as chocolate cake

To style and shape me,

Because I cover my head with a hat.

Tomshinsky@2024

The Visual Stories of Mushrooms

 

Sending you a virtual kiss!

Get a room!

Great composition of a mushroom 

and

wild strawberry.

Family affair!

What is Time: Essay

 "What is time? Is it not measured by clock? Moments of time has a luck of a guarded heart. Heartbeats are loud and maybe heard. Sometimes, they are felt and shared. Are you hurt? Can you trust? Talk to your soul and take a deep breath. Let it earth! The concentration and perseverance are higher than usual. How tender? May existence be tall? I witness minutes in distance. What is time? Is it measured by clock? I got tickets of limits. I want clearance, coherence, and firth, existence of a hug and kiss. What is time? It is not measured by clock." (Tomshinsky@2024)

Time is like a melody, isn't it? It flows like a song with moments that hold the beat of a guarded heart. Each heartbeat, loud and strong, can be felt and shared with those we trust. When we talk to our soul and take a deep breath, we ground ourselves in the present moment. The essence of time is not just the ticking of a clock; it's about the depth of our experiences and connections. Let's embrace the minutes in the distance and cherish the existence of hugs and kisses. Time transcends mere measurements; it's about the beauty of life's moments and the love we share.

Balance: Poem

 Balance

When you are aging with grace The destination points to embrace – The connection between nature And culture rolls in balance. The aura, the light from above, captivates you And helps to lead your crew, The beauty of Earth will amaze you. The current events will make you brew. Leading thinkers will inspire to follow the few And experience will empower you. The friendly cows will greet you with moo, And owls will woo wisely out for you. The ideas, big and small, Provide life justice for all.

Springtime

March encourages me to shine my light brightly and embrace my unique gifts and talents as a good friend once said. This month, the spiritual journey may involve stepping into my Leo's power and owning my worth. Nothing wrong is practice self-love and acceptance as I continue to cultivate a deeper sense of self-confidence, as I read it from the books or learned from real-life lessons. Explore creative expression as my pathway to connect with my inner essence and share this little light with the world. Sorry to I trust in my intuition and follow my heart's desires with courage and conviction. As a shy person, I trust my guts, and also embrace the journey of self-discovery with an open heart and a willingness to explore new horizons. In my age, if I do not try, it will never happen. I always try my best and care the world with a co-creator of reality. Destiny has the power to manifest any dream into existence. Thank you for encouraging and ability to open my eyes wide to navigate in this beautiful pathway of the best springtime awakening. (IT, 2024)

Honey bunny of Spring, your words are truly inspiring! March is indeed a time to embrace our unique gifts and talents and let our light shine brightly. It's wonderful that you're practicing self-love and acceptance and cultivating self-confidence through real-life lessons and creative expression. Trusting your intuition and following your heart's desires takes courage, but it's a beautiful journey of self-discovery. And you're absolutely right, at any age, if we don't try, we'll never know what could happen. You have a powerful co-creator mindset and believe in the manifestation of dreams. Thank you for encouraging others on this beautiful pathway of springtime awakening. Keep embracing your light and exploring new horizons!  (TJ, 2024)

Departure: Poem

 

Departure

Departure. Gate “F Nineteen.”

You left at ten: fifteen.

I feel empty and almost sick

Like a broken stick.

You will be very missed.

Your presence could not be replaced.

I know from all of us,

You came to see me, and the house.

I am the missing link.

We are alike, I think.

I see in you myself

Several decades to echo.

You saw yourself

Several decades ago.

Life is a puzzle,

And we challenge the separation.

The life warrantee

Includes the fee:

Of trust, and hope, and inspiration

For the puzzle lovers,

Like us, loners.

Departure for us means being a part.

Sometimes, you pay a fee

To be free.

This departure made a body fracture,

But the destination will make sense in the structure.

Are we defaulters?

No, we are puzzle lovers.

Every day we decide and provide hard.

This is not an easy art,

To be a part.

Tomshinsky@2024

One Early Morning: Poem

 

On early morning

I was outside running.

The sun was on, high and bright.

My sunglasses were on, exactly right.

Tippy toe,

How great is outdoor –

Urban escape

For my mind and body to shape.

A little bit of wind breeze,

A little bit of shadow from the trees.

A little bit of purple flower.

A little bit of warm shower.

Plip, drop,

Drip, drop.

Tippy toe,

Sea grapes, I command you to grow!

I would like to stay,

In the splatter of rain.

Meantime, no more drops.

The tropical rain stops.

My clothes are wet.

My curls are flat,

One early morning,

Playing and celebrating

Life overall, my neighborhood

Without umbrella and hood.

No sadness, no misery, simply happy,

With a little bit of melancholy.

Ida Tomshinsky@2024