Embrace the Maze: Poem

 Embrace the Maze: Poem

Sometimes, you must slide backward

To be able to take a step forward,

No matter how small -

It always applies to all,

As the view from the top has the call. 

Do not fall, do not fall,

Follow the call!

Only those who refuse to give up

Will be able to see the pick at the top.

Life is climbing the mountain,

Let us say, at the Alpine.

Do not fall, do not fall,

Follow the call.

Open the heavy curtain

And follow the lead of the captain.

Sometimes, you pay the fee

With a scrape knee,

Even falling on the face

If you must embrace the maze

Of the courage and perseverance base. 

Tomshinsky@2025

Prevail, Prevail: Poem

Prevail, Prevail: Poem

Three generations of family

Was murdered by enemy.

The wars are ugly

For everyone, any human and monkey,

The hate is not acceptable.

Hate and killings are terrible,

Not normal, not acceptable, and very terrible.

Faith and peace, pray and believe

Because humanity will win

And prevail, please do not stop to believe!

Victory for Bibas family,

For sweet babies and all who killed in sanity.

Bravery of heroic soldiers will prevail,

Prevail, prevail. 

If I may, 

Let's pray, pray, and pray

To take Hamas away!

Let them pay, pay, pay

For the fallen and innocent!

May Bibas memories

Are a blessing, a blessing.

Tomshinsky@2025

Bella Ciao: Poem

 Bella Ciao: Poem

Bella Ciao. Bella Ciao,

I cannot hide my feeling.

You know when my eyes are speaking.

The eyes are telling the truth

Of every step of my story's lining

Like a wisdom tooth.

Bella Ciao. Bella Ciao,

What about your ears? -

People say,

That men do not have any.

Men's ears are sold separately,

Nobody gets a complete set.

You have to get one at a time.

Bella Ciao. Bella Ciao,

Goodbye, my beautiful girl, I have to go.

The trumpet sound is close to call

I must go; I must go.

And if I fall in the battlefield

Please bury me next to the flower field,

Bella Ciao. Bella Ciao.

Tomshinsky@2025

Woman Superpower: Poem

 Woman Superpower: Poem

I know a woman that has superpower

When she is under cover.

Somehow, every man needs

A special woman touch,

That means so much.

Nobody can stand alone.

Special woman touches bring the fit

For a lonely heart.

Thanks, God, for the woman's bound

She stands beside to belong

Because nobody stands alone too long.

Somehow, every man needs

A woman special touch

That means so much.

Somehow, every woman has superpower

All over the man's irresistible cover.

Tomshinsky@2025

I Have a Heart: Poem

 I Have a Heart: Poem

I have a heart that once knew love

I have a heart that lost my love.

I have a heart that needs kind words

To build the best in worlds,

And to discover the power of love

That is in the past, in the past

That did not last, did not last.

I have a heart that embraces love.

The broken heart could be saved by love.

Tomshinsky@2025

Please Forgive: Poem

Please Forgive

Please forgive my confidence.

It is who I am when I dance.

It helps disappear in moves

When you dance, dance,

And keep everything in place.

 

The confidence comes from experience.

It helps character to enhance

When you dance, dance,

And stops everything from the tracks.

Something is different in my moves and racks.

 

I do not climb fences

Anymore, I slow-dance in con-fi-dance.

Please forgive me to mislead.

You keep me close on my feet

When I dance with confidence.

Tomshinsky@2025

 

 

 

 

 

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Love Isn't All Hearts and Flowers

 

LOVE ISN’T ALL HEARTS AND FLOWERS

Sometimes, love is asking if you’ve remembered to take your vitamins or drunk enough water.

Love is a friend who checks in on you, even when you say you’re fine.

Love is a family member who worries you’re making the wrong choices, and that can often feel like anything but love, but the truth is, they live in fear of you getting hurt because they feel every inch of your pain along with you.

Love can come in all shapes and sizes but never does unconditional love look like an expensive gift or a romantic weekend away. That’s just frosting.

You’re more likely to find it in a cup of tea, made just for you.

Love is real and ugly and shouty sometimes.

Lots of tears and lots of pain as the people involved break and bond and grow together as humans.

Valentines Day should be about counting all the love you have in your world and giving gratitude for it - that may not look like a steak dinner for two...

and that’s okay.

If you are loved my friend, at all, you are blessed.

And if you have found some love for yourself along the way, then you are really winning at life.

That’s worth celebrating.

Happy Valentine’s Day (count all the ways in which you are loved, it’s a lot)

Donna Ashworth

THANK YOU for the love you showed me yesterday on the launch of ‘to the women’ she is flying and my gratitude for you soars with her!

Celtic Tradition

 

There is a lovely idea in the Celtic tradition that if you send out goodness from yourself, or if you share that which is happy or good within you, it will all come back to you multiplied ten thousand times.

In the kingdom of love there is no competition, there is no possessiveness or control.

The more love you give away, the more love you will have.

🏻Author| John O'Donohue

Time: Poem

 Time: Poem
“You see, time is the measure,
A tool of the future.
So, I love time and its natural miracles.
Human changes
Are reality and a necessity
As we should vary according to the time.
Why? - Because the world is running on time.
Well, humans will change nature with time.”
(Tomshinsky, 2025)

I Want You to Listen: Poem

 I Want You to Listen: Poem

I want you to listen

To the stars

And the solace at Mars,

A barren of dust and rocks expanse

I want you to listen

To the Sun and all celestial bodies.

As you learn in your studies

To pay attention to heaven and angels.

 

I am learning new lessons

In a few seconds.

It was not my intention.

It is a confession in reflection.

I want you to listen.

You do not need the Devil's attention.

What is the question? -

Do you need a guide or a direction?

I want you to listen

To the heart's affection.

You always will be kissen

By the fresh air of breeze.

Please, do not freeze,

Just listen, promise to listen!

Tomshinsky@2025

 

Bonnie and Clyde: The Infamous Outlaws of the Great Depression

During the early 1930s, America was in the grip of the Great Depression. Jobs were scarce, families struggled to make ends meet, and times were uncertain. It was during this challenging era that Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow became household names—not for their good deeds, but for their daring exploits as outlaws.

Bonnie and Clyde, often remembered as one of history’s most famous criminal couples, traveled across the central United States with their gang. Their story has fascinated people for generations, blending romance, rebellion, and crime into a tale that continues to capture the public’s imagination.

A Life on the Run

Bonnie Parker was born in 1910 in Rowena, Texas, and grew up in a small-town environment. She was intelligent, creative, and even dreamed of becoming a writer or actress. Clyde Barrow, born in 1909 near Telico, Texas, came from a poor farming family and faced hardship from a young age. Both longed for excitement and a better life, but their dreams took a dangerous turn when they met in 1930.

The couple quickly fell in love, and together, they began a crime spree that lasted from 1932 to 1934. Along with their gang, they robbed banks, small stores, and gas stations, often living on the move to evade authorities. While their actions were illegal, their daring escapes and willingness to take risks made them folk heroes to some struggling Americans who viewed them as rebels against an unjust system.

The Famous Photographs

In early 1933, Bonnie and Clyde posed for a series of photographs that helped cement their legend. These images, often showing Bonnie holding a pistol or Clyde leaning against a stolen car, painted them as bold and glamorous fugitives. Some photos depicted Bonnie jokingly pointing a gun at Clyde, suggesting a playful side to their partnership despite their dangerous activities.

The photographs were later found by police at an abandoned hideout in Joplin, Missouri, after a deadly shootout. Newspapers published the images, turning the pair into celebrities overnight. Their stylish clothes and confident poses gave the impression of a modern-day Romeo and Juliet living on the edge.

A Tragic End

Despite their popularity, Bonnie and Clyde’s luck eventually ran out. After months of pursuit, they were ambushed by law enforcement officers near Gibsland, Louisiana, on May 23, 1934. The ambush ended their lives and their crime spree, bringing an end to one of the most famous chapters of the Great Depression.

The Legacy of Bonnie and Clyde

Today, Bonnie and Clyde are remembered through books, movies, and songs that romanticize their adventures. While their actions caused harm and heartbreak, their story serves as a reminder of how hardship and desperation can lead people down a dangerous path.

Though their lives ended in tragedy, Bonnie and Clyde remain symbols of rebellion, adventure, and the search for freedom during one of America’s most difficult eras. Their photographs and story continue to captivate audiences, leaving a lasting impression on history.

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Epistle: Poem

 

Epistle

I.

A poem usually is

An elegant, deducted letter,

A testimony and reflection

That always matters.

Let’s say like flowers and bees

That usually is

An elegant vision that makes you better.

II.

The epistle letter writing

Was common in ancient Egypt.

And always had pedagogical reasons.

Ink and paper to equip,

With candlelight and other smarts.

III.

Pliny, Ovid, and Seneca

Set the philosophical ruminations,

Ethics and moral lexica

Of ancient classics in Hellenistic traditions.

Shalom, grace and peace

In every poetic piece.

Tomshinsky@2025

Little Things: Poem

 Little Things: Poem

Sometimes, little things

Turn to be the big things

Long along, long along.

Never lose the sweet smile and things

Where do you belong.

Busy weekdays

And quiet Saturday's mornings

Surrounded by nature's ways

And novel's page turning

Where do you belong.

Coffee and lazy time

Are not a crime

As you continue to smile

There are plenty all kind of things

Every mile, every mile.

Sometimes, little things

Turn to be the big things:

The breeze and the dance of winds

The stars, the ocean, and city lights

On the dark nights

Turn to be the big things.

Tomshinsky@2025

On Difficult Days: Poem

 

On Difficult Days

And on difficult days

when you feel like you don't belong...

Remember you have been many things

to many different people

and that you will continue to be

as such, in the future, probably

more than you could ever realize.

Your presence is a gift, and no one

else can take your place.

You have shown kindness in ways

that will never be forgotten,

helping others out of dark places

in the midst of the most difficult times.

You underestimate how much

joy and light you bring to the lives

of everyone you meet.

You are a piece in the grand puzzle

And without you, the picture is incomplete

C.E. Coombes

In a Few Words: Poem

In a Few Words: Poem

In a few words,

I can sum up everything.

In this world's order.

Behind you

Are all memories,

Are all your dreams

Surrounded you 

Out of the blue.

In a few words,

All who love you

Are within you -

You do not need the crew.

Listen to your big heart

Like this is the only your art.

It knows you

Outside and within the clean line.

Do not decline!

Stay on course -

Do not rush the natural cause.

Tomshinsky@2025

Memories. Album. History.

 

Tears from Heaven: Poem

"Tears from Heaven:” Poem

Every breath I take, every move I make

You're the man that I won't ever forsake

My dreams said you can feel this heart

Not even our universe can pull us apart

Your name on the melody sung in spring

Our ecstasy spilling from an angel's wing

Falling kisses worship flesh born unto sin

Recall each memory & remembering when

Shooting stars, chasing tears from heaven

Love letters sealed under heart's confession

Horizons await for romance to save the day

Not even the strike of midnight could betray

Meadowlarks singing our favorite love songs

Caught between the lines etched in our palms

When I say I love you I know that it's not wrong

Every minute in my veins is where you belong

We don't have to kneel down to say any prayers

Because together standing forever always pairs

Please place our infinite kiss softly upon my lips

I will thank God & the stars for granting my wish

The Punk Poe…

Always Be Punk…

Always Be Drunk…

(On Poetry)

The Balts or Baltic People: History

 The Balts or Baltic people (Lithuanian: baltai, Latvian: balti) are a group of peoples inhabiting the eastern coast of the Baltic Sea who speak Baltic languages. Among the Baltic peoples are modern-day Lithuanians (including Samogitians) and Latvians (including Latgalians) — all East Balts — as well as the Old Prussians, Curonians, Sudovians, Skalvians, Yotvingians and Galindians — the West Balts — whose languages and cultures are now extinct, but made a large influence on the living branches, especially on literary Lithuanian language.

The Balts are descended from a group of Proto-Indo-European tribes who settled the area between the lower Vistula and southeast shore of the Baltic Sea and upper Daugava and Dnieper rivers, and which over time became differentiated into West and East Balts. In the fifth century CE, parts of the eastern Baltic coast began to be settled by the ancestors of the Western Balts, whereas the East Balts lived in modern-day Belarus, Ukraine and Russia. In the first millennium CE, large migrations of the Balts occurred. By the 13th and 14th centuries, the East Balts shrank to the general area that the present-day Balts and Belarusians inhabit.

Baltic languages belong to the Balto-Slavic branch of the Indo-European languages. One of the features of Baltic languages is the number of conservative or archaic features retained.

The Balts or Baltic peoples, defined as speakers of one of the Baltic languages, a branch of the Indo-European language family, are descended from a group of Indo-European tribes who settled the area between the lower Vistula and southeast shore of the Baltic Sea and upper Daugava and Dnieper rivers. The Baltic languages, especially Lithuanian, retain a number of conservative or archaic features, perhaps because the areas in which they are spoken are geographically consolidated and have low rates of immigration.

Some of the major authorities on Balts, such as Kazimieras Būga, Max Vasmer, Vladimir Toporov and Oleg Trubachyov,[citation needed] in conducting etymological studies of eastern European river names, were able to identify in certain regions names of specifically Baltic provenance, which most likely indicate where the Balts lived in prehistoric times. According to Vladimir Toporov and Oleg Trubachyov, the eastern boundary of the Balts in the prehistoric times were the upper reaches of the Volga, Moskva, and Oka rivers, while the southern border was the Seym river. This information is summarized and synthesized by Marija Gimbutas in The Balts (1963) to obtain a likely proto-Baltic homeland. Its borders are approximately: from a line on the Pomeranian coast eastward to include or nearly include the present-day sites of Berlin, Warsaw, Kyiv, and Kursk, northward through Moscow to the River Berzha, westward in an irregular line to the coast of the Gulf of Riga, north of Riga.[citation needed]

However, other scholars such as Endre Bojt (1999) reject the presumption that there ever was such a thing as a clear, single "Baltic Urheimat":

'The references to the Balts at various Urheimat locations across the centuries are often of doubtful authenticity, those concerning the Balts furthest to the West are the more trustworthy among them. (...) It is wise to group the particulars of Baltic history according to the interests that moved the pens of the authors of our sources

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Balts

map is Countries with a predominantly Baltic population

to be continued...

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