Author: Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

  • In the Dark

    Picture courtesy of Stable Diffusion Online

    Sitting in the dark
    wondering what part
    I’ve played within my own life

    A part that I have played
    several times but never stayed
    was that of the adoring loving wife

    I stuck it out until
    it became a bitter pill
    life was only filled with angst and strife

    Seems no matter what I do
    don’t know if it’s me or if it’s you
    I’m left here sitting and contemplating life

  • Christmas Wish

    Artwork courtesy of Namashops

    Dear Santa,

    I know I am old and much past the time of believing you can fly through the sky in a red sleigh, behind magical reindeer whose harnesses jingle each time you land quietly and stealthily upon every rooftop, chimney, cabin top, mobile home, RV, teepee, tent, lean-to or shed in the whole world in less than twenty-four hours, with a sack full of goodies and toys for every good girl and boy.

    I know I have not always been good, sometimes I have been very, very bad; but, my intentions and my heart have always been true and mostly pure, except maybe that one time and I think, I believe, I hope I can be forgiven that as a transgression of youthful naivety, which it was, so if you are agreeable, we will let the past stay in the past.

    What I’m saying, and hope you will also think as well, that overall I have been a good girl, a good woman and now, a pretty good elderly lady who is writing to you to ask if you might reach into that wondrous bag and pull out a tiny gift just for me that, should you deem it so, I will share with as many others as possible.

    Dearest Santa, might you bring me, (whispering in your ear) this year please?

    Merry Christmas Everyone!!

    Love Gypsie-Ami

  • Guess the Year?

    WORDPRESS Question of the Day? 12/23/2024 Posted by Stine Writing

    Daily writing prompt – Share what you know about the year you were born.

    A nuclear bomb erroneously dropped on United States soil in South Carolina by one of our own bombers, fails to detonate, thankfully! Instant ramen was introduced in Japan by Momofuku Ando, much to the delight of my grandson.

    The first successful mammalian in vitro procedure into a surrogate mother took place, producing a healthy mischief of pinkies (baby mice!).

    NASA is formally created, my father would be employed there seven years later. The first successful American satellite, Explorer I, is launched into orbit, there were 11,330 individual satellites orbiting the Earth at the end of June 2023.

    The Lituya Bay earthquake and megatsunami created a wave that reached 1,719 feet at the entrance of Gilbert Inlet, miraculously only five people lost their lives as it was a heavily forested area. Not miraculous for those five people, however.

    Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. was participating in and leading marches for the right to vote, desegregation, labor rights, and other civil rights. His work is still being carried on, thankfully.

    Music reigned like it never had before. Elvis Presley had three singles on the year’s top fifty billboard report, right up there with Dean Martin, Perry Como, Ricky Nelson, Chuck Berry, Jerry Lee Lewis, Nat King Cole, Connie Francis, Buddy Holly and many, many more.

    Ahh, rock ‘n roll!! I was born in 1958, did you figure it out?

  • WILDsound Writing Festival

    Very happy to announce my environmental poem, “Mother’s Warning ” has been accepted and published by WILDsound Writing for Poetry and will also be recorded by Val Cole. Please visit

    https://festivalforpoetry.com/2024/12/23/environmental-poem-mothers-warning-by-ami-offenbacher-ferris/

    Thank you Matthew at WILDsound Writing Festival for your support and belief in my craft.

  • Santa Gnome

    Picture courtesy of Designs Direct, LLC

    The Challenge issued by Esther Chilton:
    Tell a story in 25 words using the following words somewhere in the story:
    SCROOGE
    GNOME
    CHIMNEY
    GLOWING

    A glowing gnome slid down the tiny chimney dressed as Santa Gnome. Rotund Santa Gnome landed hard on the head of Scrooge, killing him instantly.

  • Going Away – Together

    Picture courtesy of lizsteel.com

    Far away into the night
    they traverse together
    enjoying the sites

    Companionable silence
    erupts into fights before stillness
    once more rides the roads

    One in his world of earthly delights
    the other immersed in electronic respite
    so close together so very far apart

    Two ships in a storm
    not passing not moving
    tangled together by histories anchor

    Neither willing to break the old mold
    afraid of ruining a lifetime of work
    while leaving the lonely one at home

  • 🎶Minor Notes 🎶

    In response to bwarren’s
    Sunday Whirl Wordle #685

    Follow me said minor a to minor b
    together we can make a middle c
    we’ll strum along each silvery string

    We’ll scrape off the dust
    we’ll all start fresh
    no longer remote no longer moody

    Let the magic follow
    slippery as candles wax
    and write a misty song

  • Spillwords Press

    Very excited to announce my piece, “I am Santa Claus” has been chosen for inclusion in the ‘Christmas at Spillwords’ collection.

    Here are the details for its publication:

    “I am Santa Claus” will be published on 12/24/24 at 12:00 AM Eastern Time (ET).

    You will be able to view my piece at the following link once it goes live:

    https://spillwords.com/i-am-santa-claus/

    Many thanks to Spillwords Press and Dagmara K. for their continued support and encouragement.

  • Heron Clan XII

    Very happy to announce my poem “Ocean Dancing” has been accepted for publishing in Heron Clan XII by The Heron Clan group, J. Doug Stuber and The Living Poetry Group. Thank you for your continued support and encouragement!

  • The Scent of You

    Picture courtesy of Dreamstime.com

    The scent of you
    on my sheets
    Lingers subtly
    after you’re gone

    The memory of you
    smiling at me
    Creates a longing
    to see it again

    The sight of what
    you built for me
    A surge of pride
    passes through me

    The sounds of music
    left behind by you
    Caresses my soul
    thankful for the gift

    The taste of your bounty
    prepared perfectly
    Eases the hunger
    sustains the body

    The touch of your hand
    holding my hand
    Carefully guiding
    ever supporting

    The scent of you
    on my pillow
    Lingers taunting
    now that you’re gone