Friday, July 31, 2026

Hop Tza-Tza: Poem

 

Hop Tza-Tza

I.

Hop tza-tza, oh yes!

Here on Earth

The most effective medicine

Is an unconditional love

That always arises in peace.

We breathe and hold air

And greet the rising sun with love

Not fair but gratitude and rejoice.

This is the best Earth’s choice.

II.

Butterflies are reminding

That remarkable transportation

Happened slowly and quietly.

Here on Earth

Love is a dance called “Hop Tza-Tza.”

L’chaim, frailah zol zain…

Cursed with over-analytical mind

And over-sensitive loving heart

Longing empathy and sympathy.

III.

Love is like chocolate.

Love is bitter in the beginning

But melts in hugs and kisses.

Love is like chocolate

Sweets up the beating heart

In sugar waves and treats.

Love is like dark chocolate –

Deep, thick, and sweets

With powerful kind words,

Also, warm loving looks.

Every kiss is like chocolate bar

That reminds how far

We depend on lover’s hooks.

Hop tza-tza here on Earth

L’chaim de gantze naht.

Tomshinsky@2026

Chocolate Love: Poem

Sergey Kay

Chocolate Love 
Love, like chocolate — a little bitter at first,
But melts on the lips, like a secret between us.
It comes quietly, as if by chance,
And stays in the heart — sweet waves.
Love, like a dark variety, deep, thick,
With a hint of tender words and long warm glances,
Where every kiss — like a golden tile,
To share — is already a reward.
Love, like milk — soft, familiar,
Will warm in the cold, cover from sorrow,
And in every day of yours — like the sun, blooming,
It will suddenly remind you how much we missed.
Love, like white taste — naive, fragile,
Where sincerity lives without fear and pretense,
Where we are together — like children, without separation,
And happiness does not fear time or age.
And if sometimes it melts without a trace,
Like chocolate in hands — not to hold the moment,
But its taste in the soul remains so sweet,
That it will become a lifelong confession...
And if fate suddenly touches us with separation,
Like fragile chocolate — breaks into pieces,
I will gather the warmth of all our tender meetings,
So that even in silence love can warm.
Love, like chocolate with nuts — with a surprise,
Where in every turn — a new taste and meaning,
Where laughter intertwines with a whim,
But everything leads to the fact that you — my whole life.
Love, like hot chocolate — in a cup on a late evening,
When the whole world has quieted and we are only closer,
Where your whisper sounds so quiet and trusting,
And warms deeper than words, touching the depths.
Love is not just a sweetness for a moment,
It's not just a taste that melts away and disappears,
It's like an eternal, living inspiration,
That even through the years lives in your soul.
And if I were given the choice again and again —
To walk this path, where pain and tenderness are side by side,
I would choose you... without fear, unconditionally,
And love you again — with that very first glance...
And even if the night covers the world with anxiety,
And the wind of change slightly knocks you off course,
I will still find my way to you —
Like a hand reaching for sweet warmth.
Love, like chocolate, does not tolerate indifference,
It cannot be divided into "temporary" and "suddenly",
It lives in hearts — without falseness and without boredom,
Where every breath is a confession, every glance is like a sound.
Love is when silence is not empty,
When the silence of hearts sounds,
When words are not needed to express all feelings,
And every day with you is like a little crown.
Love is when "we" are more than "I" and simple,
When fate has woven us into one single path,
And even through the years, through storms and questions,
You remain the one I want to breathe.
And let our world not be perfect at times,
And let not everything be easy for us with you,
Love will save us... it's not just a miracle —
It's our common light, our eternal home alive, like sweet chocolate alive...

Wednesday, July 29, 2026

On the Road, Again: Poem

 

On the Road, Again

Frequency, rhythm and tone

Is the interior of music’s

And the exterior of lyrics.

Listen to the sounds of nature

That always calls for adventure.

The trees and birds are greeting.

The roads are calling.

The amber sun above the ocean

Gives rhythm and cushion

For heart frequency

And love sweet melody.

The right tone

Is both exciting and exquisite

As the story’s prerequisite.

One, two, three,

I am alone and I am free.

I am on the road. –

What for? –

Unstoppable,

And it is not odd.

Tomshinsky@2026

Tuesday, July 28, 2026

Summer Downpour: Poem

 

Summer Downpour

Most beautiful moments of nature

Does not need words.

Nature takes care of wonders and odds.

There is a gentle rhythm

In the falling rain.

It is different from personal pain.

Summer downpour

Make human life slow down,

Obey, and stay calm.

Nature does not pause.

Nature magically makes

Everything magically blooms,  

Grow, and expand.

Sun bakes and broils. –.

Rain waters the burnt.

And everything magically grows.

Listen to nature, soft and sweet.

Listen to nature where wisdom lives

And wonders meet.

Tomshinsky@2026

Fish and Bird: Poem


Fish and Bird

A big, old ugly-looking fish

Grabbed me with its eyes.

It was not fair

Because right here

Is a local place

For colorful, handsome herons.

They are hanging out in bunches

To accommodate lunches

Made of nutritional fish

And breakfast morning coffee.

I hope you agree

Both birds and fish are free.

There are no limits

To amount of nature’s goods.

I am not after credits.

We all need birds to fly,

Fish to swim for our own goods

To be happy, smile,

And keep our eyes dry,

Without tears to cry.

Tomshinsky@2026

Weathered Pages: Poem

 Weathered Pages

Sometimes from weathered pages

And warm conversations

Dreams take flight

With contents of hope

In the soft celestial light.

Each bug or bird, each star

Carries a wish

On an unseen note,

Because each message is load

With meaning of hope.

Sometimes the book becomes more

Then words can say,

Because every page has a chapter

That stays like an adapter.

Tomshinsky@2026

Sound of Wind: Poem

 Sound of Wind

How can sound of the wind

Play with waves of air

And my hair?

These sounds are wild and cool,

To describe in full.

Does it try to take me

And to blow away?

But I am not a fool

Like a flying kite or balloon.

This time, I was right.

Trees have waved

And lost the will

To the power of the wind.

I opened my mind

To stay tall,

With the depth of God’s will.

When wind left the air,

I adjusted my dress and hair.

My eyes kept the sparkle

And my lips smirkle.

Tomshinsky@2026

Monday, July 27, 2026

End of July's Monday: Poem

 

End of July’s Monday

“I have a cheap on my shoulder.

I have a big bug in my beak.” –

Little birds always tweed.

It is an end of July’s Monday.

I entered a cool

Pollinator’s garden.

The trails inside guided

When I spotted a Jewelweed

And a bumblebee rested on it.

The wild orange Bergamot

Was not a lot

For a one good day

At the end of July’s Monday.

Tomshinsky@2026

Friday, July 24, 2026

Moment of Zen: Poem

 

Moment of Zen

What is my moment of Zen?

Birds on the banks of the river

On a warm summer day to pen

To remember forever.

Some people take photos,

Other pass by in their auto motors.

Not so many people sit on the bench,

Watch what is in front

At the stanch perch

In the murky still waters.

I value the Zen of meditation

And personal feelings of intuition

Of my personal peace of mind’s

And Zen of various kinds:

Birds on the trees,

Flowers for the bees,

Green grass for the majestic deer,

And sweet berries for a forest bear

Is real and fair.

Magical and serene moments

Captured the Zen

In the laps of green nature

And green calm waters

Of perfect picture

Are showcasing the essence of Zen

That wildlife provides.

Tomshinsky@2026

Tuesday, July 21, 2026

Something Angelic: Poem

 


Something Angelic

I.
Wings of pure white magic

Are on public display

When the gorgeous Egret

Flaunt it’s impeccable

White feathers in an unspeakable way.

Something angelic

When they fly

Across the water and the sky.

II.
Birds do not ask

For permission to fly. –

They have wings

And the sky belongs to winds.

III.
Wildlife moments are majestic,

Unspeakable, and artistic.

Also, something angelic

Is in the outdoor flying life.

The fish-stalking machine reflecting

On the outdoor summertime

In tranquil waters,

With their aerodynamic rotors.

Tomshinsky@2026

Keep Going: Poem

 

Keep Going

Babe, keep going. –

Never give up.

You must walk forward,

Even when you cannot find

The pathway in darkness

Of the moon night.

You must fight

And walk ahead

Throughout cold rain. –

Hold down to your pain.

Step by step,

Think with your head,

Move through the uncertainness of the fog

And quietness of the blog. –

Silence is like darkness.

Somewhere, at the end

Of the tunnel is daylight.

You need the sun dawn

To get on the road

And this is not odd.

Babe, you must walk,

Step by step,

Through time and space,

At the right place.

To face silence of darkness.

Walk, walk on the road!

Go ahead

And never give up!

Hurry up, move through

Temporary unclearness.

Tomshinsky@2026

Monday, July 20, 2026

Air Balloon: Poem

 

Air Balloon

“I am a little air balloon.

I am free and I fly.

I never cry.” –

Spins, spins, my little blue ball.

Please do not fall.

Spins, spins very high,

Higher than bees,

Higher than trees,

And higher than streetlights.

It is not afraid of heights.

I ran after my little blue ball,

Then I said, “Go, go!

May the wind dance with you.”

Nobody can stop my little blue balloon.

It is free, and its fly,

Very high, in the sky.

Tomshinsky@2026

Heartland Whispers: Poem

 

Heartland Whispers

The highland whispers

Where flute takes center stage.

The sounds never have a rage.

Peaceful and gentle,

Truthful and lenient

To listen to yourself.

Learn and think,

In the end,

Begin to fend for themselves.

Growing up is hard to do,

When foundation on the hard land

Helps to grow.

Tomshinsky@2026