In the Fairy Tale: Poem

 

In the Fairy Tale

In the fairy tale

For adults

Were a Snow White and seven dwarfs.

They taught respect for those

Who practice the love arts.

Little Red Riding Hood

Outsmarted Wolf in the wood.

She taught us bravery,

Never unneighborly.

The Gingerbread Man

Who looked for love

In all the wrong places –

Too much, too little,

Too late to look for Thumbelina,

The flower garden ballerina.

She married the fairy Prince,

In the Garden of Barleycorn.

After it was planted and sprouted,

Yardwork gets you a husband.

Tomshinsky@2026

Great Expectations: Poem

Great Expectations

I.

Sprong people respect

The boundaries of others. –

Do they know what to aspect? –

Perhaps great expectations

Because of prospects of inheritance,

Learned from beliefs

And mindfulness of acceptance.

Something happened

To switch from mentors

To supportive peer individuals.

II.

When strong people respect

The boundaries and strategies,

You grow and achieve

Personal and professional goals

Without weighted down

By excessive expectations.

It was a blank page.

Now, it does not have perfect lines,

Just honest ones.

Tomshinsky@2026

The Spring Story: Poem

 The Spring Story

I.

The first blooms of spring

Make my heart sing.

I need spring to feel

The way people need coffee

When the green of any tree

Dominates my heart to sing.

II.

If comfort grows behind the benches,

It would be clusters of lilac branches.

Satisfaction is not about speed

But about direction

And yardwork persistence.

I learn that humans who garden

Remain unseen.

They bring warms and smiles

To places they touched.

III.

Is it enough? –

Not always. What should I do? –

To be persistent,

I must live with the brand

I planted.

It is the right place to be.

Spring delights to feed and feel

My bare feet.

The wind plays along

With my hair too long.

Tomshinsky@2026

On Life and Living: Essay

 On Life and Living: Essay

“Life itself is the most wonderful fairytale!” said Hans Christian Anderson. It is difficult disagree, I believe in the power of words. Words make it possible for our thoughts to travel through time and survive it. Imagination creates energy to believe and to create. In addition, we love, learn and grow; manifest and heal.

In real life, I am tired from pots and pants. I am not a housewife, more like a Princess promoted to the Queen status. I never was an ordinary woman. I am extraordinary and have power owned by information literacy that is obtained throughout daily continuing education. I am not a robot, and I am not happy that artificial intelligence rules life on social media.

Funny how time slips away. I am so lonesome, I could cry. Without love there is nothing to hold down to. The love keeps lifting us up higher.  Eventually, everything you love will eventually be lost Our fears do not stop death, and they stop life. Is it a fear of living? I think it is possible that love will return. Sometimes, love returns to earth from the universe in a different form. People say, after April showers come May flowers. When people love you, they pure hope in you. Those who we love do not go away forever, they walk beside us every day.

I am here, on planet Earth, because of my parents. I am a professional and always was a working mother. Besides, I am a Florida Author, poetess, love baking and knitting. Recently, a co-worker called me ‘the Renaissance person.” I always tried to live life to the fullest. Personally, for me, there always was a big joy and delightfulness to welcome, cradle, and raise a new life. Squeezing tiny fingers that resembled my own, knitting little boots for a newborn, celebrating life, acknowledging, and preserving the memories, which all are some components of life. To stay positive and share the joy with others: speak well, respond well, create well, because there is a delight in the everyday routine. The quality of life connected in the devotion to any family, professional responsibilities, and the society, in large. We are standing on the shoulders of people in our life from the past and bringing traditions in the best way we know, and by doing it, we are building the future. Past, present, and future make the trinity of life allied historically, sociologically, and even in individual physical health issues.

What is love? I would say, it is reaching out for the hand that was waiting, a who has a hand for me to lean on. Love is a powerful force of life. It is this binding element of dual attraction that steers our emotions and physical health. Love comes in different kinds of heart affairs. Beatles sang, “All you need is love.” No secrets, much about love remains a mystery. Life experiences taught us that they can be nurturing, humble, and healing, and it is typically worth every ounce of effort. There is a book written by evolutionary anthropologist Anna Machin titled “Why We Love.” Only in the dictionary, the word ‘love’ comes after the word ‘life.’ In retrospective, love makes life possible.

Tomshinsky@2026

Something Personal: Poem

 

Something Personal

Let me tell you something personal:

I am not getting old.

I am just becoming a classic example.

Because I believe in myself

When the room is silent.

I do not need anybody to clap for me.

I am proud of myself

When I fight my personal

Battles in silence.

The classic example

It is to rise and shine,

Smile and love life more than self.

Tomshinsky@2026

Loud Silence: Poem

 Loud Silence

I traveled the distance

And I discovered some silence.

Silence that you can hear.

I learned that that silence

Speaks volumes.

Silence has colors

When I am yellow

And feel blue and mellow.

When I am in the pink,

Silence is in golden ink,

Silence is a great teacher.

The quiet mind

Learn more and gain wisdom.

Let’s listen and learn,

Silence could be loud

When it has a beautiful sound.

When I am in the pink,

Silence is in golden ink.

Tomshinsky@2026

Bridge Light Poetry: Poem

 Bridge Light Poetry

I opened the window

And let the light in.

The first day of spring proof

Those brighter days are ahead.

The trees are taller than roof.

As a reader,

I trust in the next chapter.

I am the author

And the main character.

Why? – When flowers bloom,

So does hope.

My hope was wrapped in music

And artistic lyrics.

It was listened by ears

But went straight to the heart.

Music and dancing therapy

Bridge light my poetry.

Tomshinsky@2026

Instant Life: Poem

Instant Life

Live in the sunshine.

Swim in the ocean.

Drink the clean air.

Each ordinary moment

Could be treasured

When life is instant.

There’s no refund

For the life well-lived.

Tomshinsky@2026

Wilted Roses: Poem

 

Wilted Roses

The roses have wilted

But I cannot throw them away.

Memories wrapped around the pathway. –

Who gave them to you?

What happened?

Why can’t you throw them away? –

They remind me of life.

Everything has a beginning and the end

Like the roses that wilted,

Sweet and sorrowful like life.

I just cannot throw them away.

There are memories on the pathway.

It takes the origins to recollection

In tranquility,

Overflow personal emotions

Of the life well-lived

When roses wilted.

Tomshinsky@2026

Environmental Health: Poem

Environmental Health

After the cold blizzard,

The rain came down to soak us.

Now, my eyes can focus

On the growing crocus.

The eagles fly to dominate space,

And the nightingale sings

To conquer the soul.

The falling rain

Give me environmental pain.

I do not have tears.

Rain cries before my eyes and ears.

What do I do with my fairs?

Eagles fly to dominate space

Nightingale sings to conquer the soul.

I am still standing before the fall.

Tomshinsky@2026

I Write and Rhyme: Poem

 

I Write and Rhyme

I am writing to survive. –

It keeps me alive.

The effort I made today

Shapes the path for tomorrow.

I show what I know.

I invest in time.

This is my best resource

When I am on the writing course.

You cannot refund time

If you want to enter the paradigm. –

I write and rhyme

To create something sublime.

Tomshinsky@2026

Earth Knows: Poem

 

Earth Knows

The Earth knows

When to bloom again.

So does your growth

Learned from lessons

Followed by spring rain

When to bloom again

To stimulate your growth.

The Earth knows both

As people and trees

Take the Environmental course.

Tomshinsky@2026

Spring is Dancing: Poem

 

Spring is Dancing

I.

Spring is dancing

And a bird is singing.

Winter ice is melting

Making rivers overflow.

Playful wind tries to smile and blow.

What is it here for me? –

My cheeks are blushing,

Overwhelmed by music and coffee.

II.

Spring is dancing,

And a bird is singing.

Flowers are growing,

Making my heart smile.

The world is a truly wonderful place

When you are dancing with grace.

Let’s embrace kind elegance

Of the March Day.

The warm memories stay,

And a little flower says, “Hey,

You will be okay!”

Tomshinsky@2026

You Cannot Buy Life: Poem

 You Cannot Buy Life: Poem

Life is not for sale.

There nobody can put a price

On human life’s trail

We sleep, eat, and breath

To be able to live life.

Give me the price for life! –

No, there is no price

For a human life, duh!

Living and breathing air

Are free, liberda!

Sunlight and flower’s bee

Both are free, duh!

You cannot buy life!

Tomshinsky@2026

Blessed Days of Grace: Poem

 

Blessed Days of Grace

When you blessed

Your writing hand is always upheld.

The day moves with grace,

And the heart is full of trust.

The quiet corners of earth

Carries air of fresh scent

And after rejuvenated rains,

Birds sing, and grass growth.

Among the branches and leaves

Lessons are learned from green trees.

Protection, guidance,

And unconditional love

Move beyond the wind’s dance

That fits like a garden glove.

Moments like this are small

But once the day passes, I say it all.

Tomshinsky@2026

Father and Son: Essay

Father and Son: Essay

In the quiet corners of the garden, where the leaves stretch wide and the air carries the scent of earth and growth, there’s a kind of peace that only shared moments can bring.

A father’s arm rests gently around his son, not just as a gesture, but as a promise — of protection, guidance, and unconditional love. The world may move fast beyond these trees, but right here, time slows down. Smiles come easily. Laughter feels lighter. And the simple act of standing side by side becomes a memory in the making.

Among the branches and the green, lessons are passed down without words — how to nurture, how to be patient, how to stand strong yet stay kind. A garden grows with care, and so does a bond like this. Rooted in trust, watered with understanding, and warmed by everyday moments that may seem small now but will one day mean everything.

This isn’t just a photo. It’s a reminder that the greatest legacy isn’t something you leave behind — it’s the love you plant today.

When Winter Over: Poem

When Winter Over

First day of meteorological spring

Welcome to the mud season.

By March, the worst of winter

Should be over.

The snow would thaw,

The rain would help to grow,

And rivers begin to run

Because it’s melted snow into water.

The world would wide awake

Into itself again.

Winter should be over.

March brings spring.

Spring season of mud

Is always fun.

Tomshinsky@2026

Lyrics from the Clouds: Poem

 

Lyrics from the Clouds

Clouds over the ocean

Seeing.

Clouds in the sky

Being.

Lyrics out of my pen

Challenge floats

About the meadows

Like the whisper of wind

Occupying my mind

And swaying gently every word.

Clouds inviting reflection

And encouraging

To view, to pause, and observe;

To find the right word

When clouds in the sky

Calling

To dream and to fly.

Racked with sorrow

Throw the miserable row,

I certainly know

To be alive is the best thing.

Tomshinsky@2026

Time Is Precious: Poem

Time Is Precious

I.

On day, one hour,

One minute will never

Cone again.

Enjoy every day and hour,

One minute will never

Come again.

II.

We dream of precious  

Warmer days to start some seeds.

We grow many herbs and flowers.

Calendula always is a comforting fact.

Trust the process

You cannot see

Beneath the surface.

So, give yourself the space

To bloom and grow

Because everything is possible.

III.

Life is precious.

It does not have rewinds

Unwrap with appreciation

The gift of each moment.

I little self-love goes

A long way

And this is precious.

Tomshinsky@2026

I Never Knew: Poem

 I Never Knew: Poem

I.

I never knew,

Until I met one in You.

You brought me peace

To all my dreams.

I want to harvest

From every song

If I can prolong

The endless lightness,

Kindness, and happiness.

II.

And if you are to love,

Love like the moon loves.

It does not steal the night.

It only unveils the beauty

Of the dark

And the moon’s light

That sends official approval

For sweet love.

Tomshinsky@2026