Lessons
of Education
Some people learn about biology,
Add added the logic on sociology.
They turned the leads to a foundation
To understand association
Of unity to embrace humanity
Through closeness of special touch
That means very much
To understand human biology
And the logic of sociology.
October Night
Here comes October night.
Clouds are tired and sleeping,
Only stars brighten up the sky
For my restless heart
When I am thinking and dreaming
Every October night,
Land and sky
Are very far,
And my home is very small
When October this Fall
Deals with sweet dreams.
October leads the favorites.
These are sweet deliveries:
Flaky and delicious,
Sweet dreams are irresistible.
Choices of dreams throughout the night
Are optional and reflect on the happenings
Of the daylight.
Tomshinsky@2026
Flying Sticks
Flying sticks are possible.
Do not laugh. –
Sticks cannot fly.
Do nor joke. –
Do not tell a lie.
Some roads are crossable.
Drones fly high
But do not carry any big sticks.
I never saw flying bricks. –
Do not tell a lie.
Sticks cannot fly. –
Eagles and Ospreys
Have their ways.
Birds never cease these days
To amaze the size of sticks
Birds bring to their nests.
Flying sticks are possible.
They make nests stable and viable.
Tomshinsky@2026
Cozy Vibe
Future journey
Maybe in the works
Right now.
Daily energy,
Cozy vibe excitement
Do not need entertainment
And makes restless
To sit still.
Future journey
Come with a ticket to dreams.
It takes two sides
To build a bridge structure.
Right now,
My daily energy
Creates the future.
The cozy vibe
Like the red wine,
Just bloody brilliant
And energy radiant.
Tomshinsky@2026
Mustard
The woman I know is a humanitarian.
This woman was special.
She learned to hide mustard
From domestic bustard
Like a house librarian.
She practiced magic
And had a concern with human welfare
Against the home barbarian.
Mustard and ketchup are fair
To use in the pantry with care.
Yellow mustard
Is kitchen’s standard.
Tomshinsky@2026
Zeus in
the Odyssey
Zeus in the Odyssey
Does not have judgement.
Zeus is an authority
In the Odyssey,
Practicing arbiter’s artistry
As a judge and guardian of hospitality.
Zeus is balancing divine power
With human responsibility.
Human suffering,
And even death
Is the main intervention,
When acknowledging hardship,
Conflicts, and meditation.
Zeus in the Odyssey
Does not have judgment,
Taking a respite of mental health,
Daily and gracefully.
Tomshinsky@2026
Forecast
Fear cannot exist
When heart is filled with love.
I insist,
If birds are messengers
Of peace and smiles,
Cannot imagine life and love
Without birds and birdsongs.
Showers of smiles are sent today.
May the stress of the day
Washed away
Not be afraid.
Promises of peace and love
Surround.
Trust the prophecy forecast
And believe the writer.
Fear cannot exist
When you are a fighter.
Tomshinsky@2026
Exit
Strategy
Summer contemplates
An exit strategy.
Next time around
Will be another time
At the same places.
Think deeply about
Pros and cons of something cool
Perhaps of some kind tool
Like blood artery,
Arm therapy,
And vision of Fall imagery.
Say bye to the summer heat.
Greetings to the autumn scent.
Summer contemplates.
Autumn keeps full harvest plates.
Tomshinsky@2026
Just a
Leaf
One leaf is so small.
This leaf is yellow in the fall.
One leaf separated from the tree
To be free.
The leaf is on the ground, very low.
The leaf moved me to tears.
The leaf has raindrops
And wet tears pop
Like tender raindrops.
The yellow leaf is my orange
Juice for the ear
To escape fair. –
What am I afraid of? –
To be on the ground, very low
Like this lonely yellow leaf.
Alone, with raindrops
And wet tears pop.
Minimalism is realism,
A visual expression
Of hypersensitive primitivism.
Environmental tenancy
And extraordinary tendency.
The yellow leaf was removed
Of normal auditory cortex.
A new context created.
Just one leaf
Has the high tended power
Of my complex fantasy
And yellow leaf imagery.
Tomshinsky@2026
At the
Feeder
Every forest we bring back
Cools the land
And protects the water
To build tomorrow better.
I watched how birds bow
And throw
A tantrum at the feeder.
Tufted titmouse is sweet and feisty.
The chirping sparrow
Was bold brave,
And full of sparks
With an attitude of the hawks.
Morning dove kept the bill in the water
Like using a straw
With suction-like drinking method.
There are backyard secrets
Kept in floppy feathers –
Because clean water matters.
Tomshinsky@2026
Some Memories
I.
Some memories
Never leave your bones.
Like the salt in the sea
They become a part of you
And you carry them in a shoe.
Memories walk with you
And come out of the hue.
Memories create new
Poems to tell new
Stories for you.
II.
Memories are on my mind
When I try to find
A context spark
That will leave a mark
In the new book
That has my look
On life, my thoughts and feelings
Stitched from memories
From me to you, out of the blue.
Tomshinsky@2026
Southern
Elegance
Let us have a glance
At the southern elegance.
You cannot buy the quality
Of being graceful and stylish
Both in manners and appearance.
A slender woman with grace and elegance
Is pleasingly ingenious.
Let us say, she is simple, not luxurious.
Southern elegance
Has the warmth of the daylight glance
And the wind and ocean dance.
Sothern elegance is a refined grace.
Elegancy is a feminine intelligence –
Attractive in appearance
Appealing in expression of voice,
Finding joy as a choice!
Tomshinsky@2026
Eyebrows Dance
I.
The wind joins the playful breeze.
Her feet are dancing
At the music at the trees.
No pause. No stop.
No final bow.
She is stepping in the glow.
II.
Age is a context. –
Amazing grace
Is not a race. –
Limitations are not
Excuses of destruction
Of making me laugh so hard.
You do not notice till later
The happy smile became
The sole consolidation. –
The eyebrows
Support the music flow.
IT
It.
It is
What it is, -
Said Miss T,
Beautifully dissected IT
As her own platform
In a new normal.
There is not any formality,
Just simple identity.
She applicates scenes of nature,
Enjoys music and books adventure,
And references to history.
Pride of accomplishment story.
Totally educated and confident
Has access to meaning of life
When she offers her hand of five.
It is
What it is, -
Well said.
Tomshinsky@2026
Luxurious
The older I get
The more luxurious this feels –
An unhurried morning,
Fresh coffee,
And nothing louder than birds.
I am thankful,
I am grateful.
I just send you
A hug in my thoughts.
I hope you felt it! –
You sent one back
And squeezed very hard.
There are always hugs and prayers
For protection and safety to bear
As a way of healing to wear
A warm overflow
Of luxurious kisses
To say you are loved.
I am thankful.
I am grateful,
And blessed.
Tomshinsky@2026
Vixen Diary
Little Fox, Little Fox,
Where do you go
Through the grass, soft and slow
In the beautiful orange tux?
Little Fox, Little Fox,
In the orange tux, -
I am invited to a fiesta.
There is some trifecta
When you go soft and slow
Always flow. –
Little Fox did not want to blow
Her destination
Because she got an invitation.
Little Fox had dreams
And wanted to learn to fly.
She said, “I would never lie!
I am almost at the barn
At the isolated farm,
And there is some sweet chicken
On the menu card.
As usual the coolest Little Fox
Was stalking Rabbits
As her hungry habits.
The adorable Vixen
Emerged from the den.
Every Little Fox fairytale
Has an orange fluffy tail.
The wild foxy animal
Did lost the curious expression
Of natural fascination
Exploring peaceful woodland
And wandering through the meadow.
Little Fox trusted the process
That daylight will come
Even the world was still dark.
Meantime, the dogs did not bark.
Nature provided law and order.
The Chicken lost the juicy shoulder,
Only feathers covered the backroad.
Universe deploys moments of chance.
The tale teaches to enhance
Awareness of choices and chance
Because the sun never forgets to rise,
And daylight will come.
Tomshinsky@2026
Morning
Walk
To be refreshed
By a morning walk
You do not need to talk.
Be elated over bird
Or autumn golden gift.
Somewhere people are running
Hurrying,
And you are just happy.
You dance in the rain,
Standing in the pond.
Driving rain created a bound
Stronger than the wind.
Sometimes, we do not need a wing,
Just my hoody in pink.
Tomshinsky@2026
Hello September!
Hello September!
He said, “I love your amber,
And leaves of multicolor.”
She blushed and answered, -
“I am full of wind
And caprese, not stable
Like any other September.” –
“I am at the door,” –
He replied: “What are you up for?”
He always had a temper
Transitioning from summer calendar
To autumn September.
Dandelion starts
As a yellow sun
And disperses into tiny stars.
There are always more than one
Different points of view.
September whispered, “Here are a few.” –
One said that rain is medicine for heart
And liberation of self-expression art.
For others, rain has too much water,
And human feelings are lies
Made of the summer’s heat files.
“Hello September,
I am at the door.” –
Wishing you prosperity
And success,
Health and happiness.
Perfect time to think ahead.
Tomshinsky@2026
Favorite
Season
My favorite season
When all mosquitoes
Are dead.
Put your light jackets
And carry on.
Meantime, spiders and snakes
Are not dead,
Just sleep and hibernate.
They are not dead.
They will be back.
Bugs and humidity
Are gone,
Just remember with dignity –
They never disappear
Forever.
My favorite season
When yellow flowers
Or rabbit brush turns
In a lovely shadow
Of dignity dirty crimson.
Tomshinsky@2026
She, He, and Time
She was distracted by birds,
And comforted by trees!
She was fascinated by moon
And happy like a fool
In the great outdoors.
You may ask, “What for?” –
I answer, “In many forms.” –
“I hope you know
How brave and wonderful,
Important and beautiful
You always are,
Even on the days
You do not feel like it,
I want to send you a retreat!”
Her heart thought what if
He stays with me through every season
As time forgets
That we were strangers once.
Tomshinsky@2026
When Time is Right
Real beauty never fades
There are no school grades.
Soul makes a person beautiful.
Mind helps to stay powerful.
What gives you energy? –
Birds fly high,
Sun in the sky,
Breese drifting by.
It is a new down
And a new day on the ground.
I am feeling good.
What about your dreams?
They are waying to be harvested
In the morning field
When time is right.
Tomshinsky@2026
Eager
The sun is sleeping in
This morning, as I was keen.
The sun just now is picking,
Over the covers,
To greet the new day.
Breakfast with an ocean view
Is coming, and this is true.
Imagination just found you
Like a true friend helps
To find your wings. –
I write on paper with ink.
I know that I am not a machine.
Human soul needs
Imagination and connection,
Drafter, laughter, and expression.
I try to create soul medicine.
Enjoy the journey,
Trust the process
When keep moving forward.
On this note,
I will introduce you to a version
Of myself, you did not meet yet.
Educated, confident, and stubborn –
Made and born
In twentieth century,
Look on life with joy of the journey
And keep moving forward.
Eager to keep the promised word.
Tomshinsky@2026
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
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
