Author: Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

  • The Trump Dictionary

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    Sunday Confessionals: Dictionary January 26, 2025
    Posted by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

    Intelligence – Having or pertaining to an IQ less than
    40.

    Question – A word used to produce an inane

    countering or rambling response unrelated

    to the original query.

    Honor – Irrelevance

    Empathy – Weak individuals lacking a backbone.

    Compassion – An archaic notion used only by Liberals
    and Democrats.

    Religion – The practice of worshipping misogyny,
    bigotry, racism, discrimination and greed.

    Loyalty – Love of one’s self exclusively.
    (i.e.) Formerly described as narcissism.

    Reverence – Any mirror or picture of above titled
    person when gazing at it personally.

    Hate – Power

    Fear – Control

    Truth – 1) Something never to be divulged
    2) Something incomprehensible
    3) Something to be avoided at all cost

    Lie – A form of speech adopted by politicians

  • First Snow

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    First snow has fallen it’s one a.m.
    everyone is sleeping curled up in their beds
    It comes down hard like a long summer’s rain
    freezing me into my own private world

    A world where palm fronds wave in the wind
    never fearing the cold of a winter’s deep freeze
    Where warm water laps upon golden pink shores
    and seagulls battle for fishing rights below

    The air is tinged with the scent of plumeria blooms
    and even the storms sent by Lady Ocean herself
    leave just enough rain to replenish the splendor
    of mountain rainforests and botanical wonders

    In winter when the wind steals my breath
    and the thermometer promises instant death
    My mind retreats to a fantasy world of warm Tradewinds and someone I can call my own

  • This Old Splinter

    In response to bwarren’s
    The Sunday Whirl Wordle #688

    This old splinter sits in the shadows
    reminiscing with the ghosts
    of her fading memories

    Honey colored eyes gaze into a mirror
    with a golden edge and cracked by time
    where it leans against a large granite stone

    Reflected within the shards of hazy glass
    is a bright red rose bud
    held between the sharp beak of a crow

    Reaching for the wavering image her hand
    gnarled and claw like the bird slips away
    steaming into oblivion

  • Castle on the Knoll

    ©️ AYR/GRAY

    In response to The Unicorn Challenge 01/02/25

    The rules are compose a story, maximum of 250 words, inspired by the above photo prompt.

    He resides there, up there in the castle on the knoll. His father before him ruled there, as did the father before that. He can be seen, not often but at times, like now, leaving the domain where he rules, to walk among the people, his people.

    Everyone bids for his attention. Everyone clambers for a piece of his time, an hour here or a minute there. It can not be said that he flits from one to the other, as to each he goes with direct intention, if only for the briefest of time.

    While his eyes traverse the crowd, relentlessly searching, seeking something he has not yet attained; when speaking, the listener believes he or she to be the center of his universe. For a time, until he is gone and then the void left behind by his leaving is soul wrenching deep.

    He and his entourage walk back to the castle on the knoll, their mood jovial, the air of camaraderie within them a physical entity. None of them look back, he does not look back, all that went before forgotten in leu of the next big adventure.

    Those he touched, those he smiled upon; watch the leaving wistfully, before returning to the darkness of their own homes.

  • Faith

    In this life we wear many faces. We carry many burdens. We celebrate many joys. We make mistakes from which we learn. We have triumphs that give us wings. We have biological families, extended families, accidental families and chosen families. We argue, we agree. We fight over inconsequential matters and we fight for that which does matter.

    Through it all, the misunderstandings, the joyous understandings. The untruths and the beautiful truths, family is family. This bond, whether formed from one’s birthing or forged from one’s living; is good, is real, is true.

    To be true, to be real, to peel back the layers of painful disguises to open our eyes, takes courage, takes strength, takes love and takes faith. Faith in ones true self and faith in the trueness of others.
    Faith that through the pain, the answers will emerge.

    Faith that each struggle will strengthen us. Faith that each heartache will fill us with compassion. Faith that each loss will remind us to live life to the fullest in the truest way we know how. Faith that when one moves from this life to the next, all transgressions are understood and forgiven. That all slights are forgotten.

    That all triumphs are celebrated and all failures embraced. That in this moment of startling loss we remember that we are human, not infallible but definitely indomitable in our quest for knowledge, for understanding, for love and finally for peace.

  • Ashes x3

    In response to bwarren’s
    The Sunday Whirl Wordle #687

    A future lay in ashes
    it’s reckoning scribbled
    within the constellations

    Three by three circles
    a life once filled with promise
    falling into fiery flames

    Curses rise unheard
    in the narrow mindedness of man
    where only emptiness blows

  • Who is That?

    Picture courtesy of Night Cafe Studio

    Who is that woman in the mirror,
    looking back at me?
    Someone from the future,
    not someone I’d hoped to be.

    Where has all the time gone,
    somehow it slipped away.
    My hair so very thin now,
    just look at all that gray.

    A back no longer straight,
    but bent and racked with pain.
    No longer can I skate or ride,
    or even walk again.

    Each day I face the sunrise
    with hope this pain will ease.
    Every night I go to sleep
    thinking my prayers are just a tease.

    Not sure when all this happened,
    of my family there is none.
    Looked up from life’s requirements
    and found I’m all alone.

  • 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?