By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris


Extended loneliness
Leads to absolute emptiness

A longing
A pain so deep so dark
It obliterates all there is

Or was with an invisible silent
Internal explosion removing
The loneliness completely

Leaving chambers full
Of desolating vacancy
Harboring the pervading vacuum

Of feeling
Of loneliness
Welcome is the emptiness

Political Cesspool

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Picture Courtesy of: poophappens.com

In response to –
Reena’s Xploration Prompt #258

It’s a whirling, swirling cesspool of power hungry, greed possessed individuals purporting to represent and fight for the liberty and rights of those who voted them into positions of great and small importance.

Circling towards the center vortex in pursuit of fame, fortune and control, just like a tornado or water spout, tsunami or cyclone. These forces collapse, leaving waste and debris in the wake of what began as good intentions, but becomes corrupted by the very power they seek. Leaving behind a cesspool of spoils reeking of lies, wrong doings and evil intent.

To clean the cesspool, it must be drained completely and refilled from the bottom up with fresh representatives. Then, it’s purity must be nurtured, protected and rewarded to instill and protect its integrity. Lest our leaders become nothing but a pond of dirty water once again that needs to be thrown out, once again.


By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Open eyes drink in the darkness
black inkiness drips from walls
invisible in the midnight morass

An unseen clock ticks away
the laborious nighttime hours
the sound reverberates down the hall

One breath then two breaths
fear constricting muscles
into cramped bunches of sinew

Gray fog lists restlessly at windows
obscuring a moon disguised
by the shadow of Mother Earth

Rising without donning electric
lights to illuminate the suffocating crepuscular of empty rooms

Crackers and milk stave off
tenebrous imaginings of creatures
starved for eventide repast

The Nightmare

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris


Antiseptic fumes fill my raw nostrils
disembodied voices swirl above me
Television commercials blare in unison
leaking from the doorways of untold rooms

Beeps and buzzers assault my ears
rubber heeled medical personnel
dart in and out their squeaky stampede
heralding the advancing doom

Chest tightens breath leaves my lungs
with no return intake or relief
Silent screams resonate in my head
the ceaseless nightmare continues

They Lied

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Picture courtesy of kindpng.com

In response to Charli Mills and Carrot Ranches November 14, 2022: Story Challenge in 99 Words
Prompt Word: LIE

As a child, I began to write. I fashioned myself to be the next Mark Twain or Hemingway. I constantly had pencil and paper, diaries and journals. I learned early on, to stop showing him my poetry and prose. My father told lies. His remarks snuffed out my confidence.

“You’ll never be a writer. Not possible!” He’d say, tossing my papers up in the air.

I’m now sixty-four years old and guess what? I’m not a Mark Twain or a Hemingway but I am, an author and a poet. Be careful telling someone what they can not be!

The Hues Of Age

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Photograph by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Age does not negate beauty
though the colors have changed
faded some – brighter too
Look deeper and you can see

The hues may be different
transposed to a vibrant imbue
or a sultry subtle tone
A rainbow of life’s adventures

Perhaps youthful no longer
they are so very much stronger
this palette honed to perfection
For one so disposed to predestination

When next you pass an elder by
not sparing a glance or a little hello
stop for a moment and remember
There too someday you will go


By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris


Silence is calm
after a storm filled night
Silence is comfort
following a nights delight

Silence is hurtful
after months of conversing
Silence is a sign
of interest dispersing

Silence is a state
of good times and bad
Silence is a message
that someone is mad

Silence is many things
to so many people
Silence is only golden
in a church with a steeple

Wing It

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Picture by Sarah Noonan @ The GoodLifeDesitin

In response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille #164 Prompt Word: WING
In exactly 44 Words
posted by whimsygizmo

Just wing it
go with the flow
Don’t fight the system
just take it slow

Fly with the wind
not against
Then you’ll belong
never just a guest

Who wants consistency
or mundane stability
Open your wings and fly
only you have the ability