Alliance: Poem

 Alliance: Poem

I am fluent

In silence.

I do not need

A license.

Communication shortened

At a distance.

Love proved existence

In text and sentence.

Quiet. Silent. Letters.

Two in the darkness.

Relaxed

In alliance.

Tomshinsky@2026

Wild Dandelion: Poem

 

Wild Dandelion

I’d rather be a dandelion:

Wild, stubborn, hard to kill

Like a strong lion,

Yet full of wishes.

Sun-fed, bee-kissed.

Also, unapologetic to feel,

And carried

By the wind

When defined

As always kind.

Wild dandelion is on my mind.

Tomshinsky@2026

The Secrets, the Bees, and Stories: Poem

 

The Secrets, the Bees, and Stories

Do not have any regrets

If you reveal your secrets

To the wind.

Do not blame the messenger’s link

To reveal them to the trees.

If only bees

Could share and write in ink

Everything they learned

From sweet emotions

And yardwork struggles.

Beautiful

And grateful,

Small but approachable.

They bring sunshine

To the sunny side of life,

Which is sweet and fine.

Some stories do not need a plan.

Some stories wonder

As much as the sparking fire

Reveals the secrets of life.

Tomshinsky@2026

The Morning Delights: Poem

 The Morning Delights: Poem

Earth delights

To feel your bare feet,

And winds to play

With my curly hair.

The two bald eagle pair off

While flying over the river…

Why not?!

Sun gently caresses the skin.

Me touching you, very kind,

You know what I mean.

The Earh whispers its secrets

To those who choose to listen.

Let’s cherish its voice riddles.

Let’s go on slow walks,

Watching wildlife,

And breathing in and out

Because we are alive.

Tomshinsky@2026

To Be, or Not to Be: Poem

 To Be, or Not to Be

I.

To be,

Or not to be.

There is no deadline

For becoming who you

Want to be.

There are no due dates

To cross the silver line.

It is fine.

New Year resolution,

Get it!

And do not be late

To the plate.

II.

Shakespeare said,

To be, or not to be.

There is not any fee.

I am going to ask the tree.

It always advises me.

I depend on a buzzing bee.

Asking questions,

It is the main key.

Tomshinsky@2026

Naked Truth: Poem

 Naked Truth

If I would walk under

The ice wind moon,

I would dance at the music tone.

I would think of music

And look at the birth

Of the frail spring beauty

From a brilliant start of February,

Like the star that rises

And sends

Cold blinding light

Over the Earth to make it right.

The emerald and cobalt

White blanket of cloud

In the eastern sky

Make even some black birds cry,

Hoarsely in some dusky woods,

Gossiping about some large boobs.

Tomshinsky@2026

An Artist Admission: Essay

An Artist Admission: Essay

Why does an artist want to present his work to the world? I sometimes think about this question. Do I want to know? Do you want to be applauded? Tell me how talented I am. I sure do. But is that the whole story? Or maybe trying to present my work in the world is the desire to feel that I have a place in it?

In some way majority artist is a lonely person, the creation process is personal and there is a lot of loneliness. Perhaps an artist's desire to share his work with the world is out of a desire to feel understood, to feel smooth. To feel that he is seen. When the audience out there appreciates the artist's work it's like saying, "You have a place here, you are important." Creating without presenting is a bit like living in a cage. Like writing poems for a drawer. When the world meets my creation, it gives it some meaning. On the other hand, this is tricky. Because the crowd out there too, it does not have any real essence, it transitions and changes and it is even fictitious. And the fact that some people looked at my work is not a measure of its value or quality. Really, creation has its own existence. Even if it is a poem that stayed in the drawer and no one ever reads it. The inner creative processes that take place in the artist's mind have value, existence, and fulfillment even if no one outside will ever know about them. And deep down the artist does not need external approval, or recognition. The creation itself has truths even without the applause of the audience.

So, this is the kind of dance that the artist dances, between the desire to feel like he belongs to the world, the desire to be seen, and to remember that deep down he does not depend on it, and there is always value for his existence.

I love being an artist. I put things in the local gadget on a regular basis. Art is an expression of self. I am so grateful to live, and work, surrounded in such a great artistic community!

Tomshinsky@2026

Inevitable: Poems and Stories by Ida Tomshinsky

 Inevitable: Poem

I love flowers.

Flowers are poetry

Without words.

Five senses of flowers

Have real powers.

You read, you see, and feel

Like po-e-try.

O’ flower, o’ flower,

You bloom every hour.

Let’s go and outer

And we will counter

Every vision to empower.

I need a rain shower

That brings me rhyming words

With superpowers.

Every story has basic velour’s

And great devours

Of hunger for words.

You send me flowers

And signed the marvelous words

That is not odd.

Every flower

Gives me the brainpower

To write poetry.

I am a follower

Of salutary delivery,

Passionately and earthy.

Wildflowers, paradise flower

Simple, exotic, bright

Like sunflower,

Golden like dandelion,

Proud like a rose

To put my nose

Close, very close.

Flowering plants and bushes

In beautiful flowerbeds and vases

Having strong side effects

Of the rhyming words

And it is not at odds

At the little windows to the soul

Are free gifts that you are waiting for.

Raw, real, and from my guts

On the way to the listening hearts.

Flowers and words are inevitable

And always impossible to avoid

By feminine intuition

And universe’s symbols

Of earth’s pretties at nature’s best

Of flowers and poetry.

Flowers grow,

Poetry rhymes and glow,

Setting the brainpower

Of spring storms and showers

To take high flights free.

Tomshinsky@2025

"Sharing my poetry and stories with fans, followers, and enthusiasts' feels like a meaningful exchange-not just communication, but connection. I think that every story we tell, write, or connect with becomes a mirror of who we are and where we have been. That personal testimony-those lived moments and inner truths-bring depth, authenticity, and meaning to every line. It's this individual perspective that transforms words into something that everyone can feel and follow, relate to, and carry with us. There is power behind the personal self in storytelling. It is what makes each voice, including mine, truly irreplaceable."

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Climbing Stairs: Poetry and Stories by Ida Tomshinsky

The "Truly Wonderful Place: Poetry" was all about the place, surrounded by nature either by physical place or by belonging. The "Climbing Stairs: Poetry and Stories" addresses the right time that connects the right space throughout thoughts and emotions related to the space connection with the community of poetry devotees and the good energy, powered by honest communication. Climbing stairs represent stairs of success, climbing step-by-step, line-by-line to the top. Obviously, moving forward and going ahead, is important for the author. Ida Tomshinsky is in a hurry to use her time. She is retired, has all the time to write and express herself.

When you do what you like and enjoy, time passes fast, without noticing it.

The book is available in a paperback format. Just published, on January 26, 2026. Available at www.amazon.com, www.bn.com, www.walmart.com, www.kobo.com, www.thriftbooks.com, www.xlibris.com

Climbing Stairs: Poem

One stair, two stairs,

And go, without stops and fairs.

Tell me, child, where are you going? –

Please do not stop glowing

Climbing stairs to get upstairs. –

How far do you want to go? –

I try to get to the land of grow.

I am climbing stairs for success

Because I am in a hurry to express

My thoughts, emotions, more, or less.

You know, I am blessed!

One stair, two stairs –

Climbing the stairs

It is different than taking a bus.

I learned not to fuss –

One stair, two stairs,

And more, do not stop and fair.

Go ahead! Let us know when to say the prayer. -

Never show your salty tear.

Try to write and say it loud and clear:

Rise and go ahead and declare

The state of the fanfare

By climbing upstairs

Do not stop writing’ affairs!

Run, run away from any nightmares.

Take your hardware!

Do not be unaware

Of the temptations’ backstairs,

Downstairs, upstairs,

And do not listen to any doctrinaire’s

When you reach the top to share

The glory of care.

Always leave for others some spears

Of your crafts of solitaires.

Tomshinsky@2025