Author: Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

(another silly one)

Fashion Cat full of secrets
refrain from letting lose your fire
Lest your gift burn into ashes
filling up a box of debris and mire

Stay your arm from slashing down
upon those in your corridor
Allow your flame its creative prowess
without torching down the town

Mr TomCat has a taste for stripes
provide him not what he likes
Fashion Cat stay good and true
wear and do what’s good for you

Christmas is coming
Thanksgiving is gone
Both holidays were spent
alone in my home

Surrounded by memories
some old and some older
A time before now
when I was much younger

Watching Dad tackle lights
swearing each time was his last
Mom in the kitchen
flour on her hands

I stand in my memory
wrap it around my chilled heart
Cozy up to the feeling
I always get from the start

Gone they all are now
swallowed by time
Wrap them around me
the memories are mine

In response to Punam (poetisatinta) @ dVerse Poetics
FOR THE LOVE OF LETTERS

Dear Daughter,

With hand’s shaky and knuckles gnarled with age,
I strive to express a mother’s love
upon this page.

Though now strapped down
and saddled with life,
As you pursue your ambitions
of becoming his wife.

And with the burden of bearing
a young child of rare abilities,
Not like the others and not exactly
what you expected, no sensibilities.

While working a ten hour job
women of my day couldn’t fathom,
Erecting walls, covered in dust causing bronchospasm’s.

Keeping your head just above water
fighting to keep your life on keel,
Feeling alone in your daily struggles
thinking I don’t know how you feel.

My wish for you is to take a moment
sit down, breathe and take stock,
Drink feels good for a time, until
it robs you of all you have got.

The time it passes so quickly
my love without even noticing,
Let go those hurts churning inside,
instead on joy please start focusing.

My child, my daughter, my love,
the demons you wrestle are strong,
Hold onto my love and though I
may be gone, know in my eyes

You can do no wrong.

Love Forever – Mom

It is not time to attack and berate your mother for perceived slights as you were growing up. The past is past. You are a middle aged adult and I am old, can we be thankful we are still together and alive?

It is not time to attack and berate your children for perceived slights as they were growing up. The past is past. She is a middle aged adult and I am old, can we be thankful we are still together and alive?

It is a time to REJOICE in LIFE!! Remember the past. Honor the past. Do not wallow in and drown in history, personal or worldly. What’s done is done, we can not change the past. But we can shape the future!!

Happy Thanksgiving Day to friends, family and loved ones!!

In response to bwarren’s Sunday Whirl Wordle #629

Moon beam meandering
through the hollow shadow of night
The Gods plunge down
from high above lists in hand

A box with red and gold trim
held within their odd glowing hands
And each container wore a cover
of silver and boughs of holly

The Gods touched down visiting
festive grownups and children all
Tricks and toys filled their red bags
all lined with pure white fur

Not Gods at all it seems now
Mister and Missus Santa arose
From where they came no one knows
but this is the tale told by all

In response to Quadrille #189: Poems Most Mad & Moonly – Prompt Word MOON
Quadrille Monday – pen poems of precisely 44 words, including the prompt word. Posted by whimsygizmo for dVerse Poets Pub

________________

In your face I see your eyes
you watch as the ages pass
No change that I perceive
Ever still as stone

Ever still as stone the moon
even as it roams the sky
Circling earth is its duty
Ever pulling at the tides

In response to pensitivity’s
Three Things Challenge #M510
Stench, Stink, Smell

So lovely in your black and white
striped fur coat
Eyes as black as the blackest night
teeth as white as a swan in flight

Big fat tail fluffy and thick
better watch out
Better be quick or with a flick
you’ll get a great big huge stink

The stench so severe
you’ll smell for a year
That cute and soft furry doll
really a fiery stinky ick ball

Please don’t touch
that racer backed fiend
They back up to snuggle
then they fire their stream

So stay away from Mr and Mrs Skunk
and all those adorable tiny skunkets
Before you even smell their brew they
will leave their stench all over you!

Monday Poetry Prompt: DEAF Hosted by Bartholomew Barker

Dad standing so tall so broad
he can’t hear me way up in the sky
Mother with her head in a book
can’t be bothered to even look up

He can’t hear me way down below
deaf to the needs of a first born girl
She in her fantasy realm of words
deaf to reality lost in her own world

A teacher a year could not lend an ear
to the shy girl forever new in the class
Students and faculty and all of the like
deaf to her fears laugh behind her back

A husband of worth and worldly wise
witless to the wishes of his three wives
Unable to hear past his own desires
deaf to the need of their inner fires

Deaf is she to the naysayers in life
unwilling to accept their dire constructs
Hear she does the wonders of nature
putting it down every day on paper

Hosted by John Steiner 11/12/23

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