Author: Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Waiting for that phone call
for that text that never comes
Wondering what went wrong
all those times we spoke before

Afraid a misstep out of place or
a word said in frantic haste
Fearing a string of jumbled words
could have been construed in error

Left without a single sound or embrace
not a touch to sear you into my mind
Alone in agony covered in distrust
weighing down the reality of now

Waiting for a call or a text in the dark
understanding wanes large in the night
Wondering what went wrong
a discordant song when last we spoke

On the Southern Side

He lives there, ‘cross the lake that’s froze now, but in the spring there’s frogs and minnows. We ain’t ‘posed to go in there on-a-count of we don’t live on that side-a that fence there. We used to be able to go swimming’ an all, but then they bilt those big houses and that’s when they put up that fence.

I seen him one day, walkin’ his fancy dog, an talkin’ to it just like it were a person. At first I wondered had that man lost his marbles, but I figure he just loves it that much.

Lucky dog.

Afraid of the nightmare
the untethered dictator
will bring with broken words
and rights won now lost

His rise will scar a country
once strong and proud
the stench of evil will burst
the sanctity of good and light

To allow his rise to power
will leave smoldering shards
of freedom for all people
Fight the devil bring back our USA!

Ocean breeze cleanse my soul
let sand and time remove life’s soil
Sunshine warm my cold shriveled skin
restore my heart that I may live again

Seagull song revive my wilted spirit
crushed by loss nourished by pain
So the notes of your discordant song
right the rights and forgive the wrongs

Tiny sea turtles run to the open sea
swim hard and true where you belong
Allow the ever waning tides slide
you from danger the strong survive

Little crabs rushing in and out
dart toward the surf to find a snack
Tempting fate with each long dash
some return others never come back

The sea for me holds the rhythm of life
sit upon its shore absorb its hymn
Mother Earths sweet rhythmic beat
heal my pain and return my sleep

In response to Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #350 – VAPID (In 60 words!)

The girls were out for a stroll
one kept complaining their outings
were droll

Most but not all agreed
except one who watched them
all proceed

The cluck of viperous tongues
were unkind to everyone they
considered unsung

The quiet one rarely spoken
stopped them when another girl
they poked

I must say your wit is vapid
your humor’s no good your brains
are quite flaccid!

In response to Reena’s Xploration Challenge #317
Prompt Word: CHANGE

Seasons move across Mother’s face
emotions change from day to day
One day cheery and oh so bright
the next day brings storms and fright

Frozen tundra shapes her land
often leaves behind miles of sand
Over the dunes and to the sea
dolphins swim and seagulls squee

Seasons come and bring more snow
until Springtime comes lawns to mow
Change is good in the natural world
until mankind himself emerged

Into the night
spiraling out of sight
Darkness engulfs
the morning light

Within the blackened void
sucked into the Ancient’s loins
Alive and breathing never more
slip into the Universe rejoined

Light is gone into the depths
caught between unholy nets
Strings of consciousness release
break the bonds leave no regrets

Into the night to disappear
pain and heartache drown in tears
Cleanse the broken tortured soul
mind and body in arrears

Love’s bite

Sometimes pleasure

Oft times pain