Author: Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to Bartholomew Barker’s
Living Poetry Monday Poetry Prompt: TORTURE

Torture knowing you go home
to her every night
cooking, eating, cleaning,
sleeping – together.

Torture viewing pictures
of what could have been,
you with your children
and grandchildren.

Torture thinking of you at night
sleeping comfy and warm
curled up and secure
with – her.

Torture all alone in my bed
toss and turn in the sheets
‘til the suns rays break through
my torture.

The Sunday Whirl Wordle #590
Hosted by bwarren

The hunt underway
the righteous walked
spread out two by two

Their drummers drumming
footfalls faded passing barns
topped with new spring blooms

Following the destructive
path of the floods
thick mud clung to their boots

Hours and hours they marched
ferreting out spy’s and liars
until peace and freedom are declared

After days and days of rain here in Southport, the ground is now over saturated and swampy. This brings on the growth of those mysterious, gloriously intelligent mushroom colonies. This one astounded me and has made its home in my Elf/Gnome Garden – I’m sure they don’t mind!

I want to hug a porcupine
I’m not sure why
I don’t know why

They are so cute so round and puffy
They like to walk and waddle by
They waddle by they waddle by

Little noses twitch and sniff
Finding flowers and pine
Flowers and pine

Stroke him gently down his spines
If I could I’d make him mine
and then I’d hug my porcupine

In response to Journey’s With Johnbo’s prompt – Cellpic Sunday 01/22/22

One gentle voice
a whisper in the wind
a covert text
turns a life around again

In a world filled with gray
and endless lonely nights
a single word from you
gives strength to the fight

A subtle brilliant beam
shining forth from far away
seen by few ignored by many
guides the seeing day by day

Upon the sea of life
turbulent and full of storms
your sailing ship is true
keeps your loved ones safe and warm

Sequestered behind armored walls
so a time as long not remembered
Muscles abandoned sinew and bone
only a living skeleton survives within

Transgression a distant memory
the sentence faced day by day 
Soon to become so emaciated 
the arrow-slit becomes redemption

The day arrived of slipping through arrows-slit to touch his freedom 
He found the bones could not move
without the muscles he’d long forgone 

In giving up his basic strength 
he had condemned himself to hell
In the confines of incarceration a door
remained unlocked upon the stair

In response to RDP Wednesday Prompt Word – MISCHIEF
Hosted by curiouscat99 at ragtagcommunuty.wordpress.com

Oh mischief magic of my dreams
from behind your screens
of what is right and what is wrong
come on out and let us play along

Let go your chains of adulthood bonds
I want to roll and run and jump
and skip stones on private ponds
Run through pastures filled with muck
no broken legs with any luck

Swipe some sweet pecan pies
from the neighbors window sill
lie in the fields and watch the skies
Let lady bugs tickle our bare arms
brush them away without causing harm

Tackle each other as we run and play
not a single worry or grown-up care
jump in the creek and tussle all day
Climb up the highest loft in the barn
decorate it right with grandma’s yarn

Kiss Billy Jo behind bales of hay
run away laughing with my best friend
hand in hand we dash quickly away
Oh mischief maker of mischievous me
let us once more run wild and run free

Daily Prompt Word – Hyphenated Hosted
January 17, 2023 by Linda G. Hill

Roses are Red

Violets are Blue

I hyphenated my name,

Just for you.


But now that you’re gone,

Not much is lost

Took out the hyphen

Saved a whole lot of Cost!

In response to E.M. Kingston’s
Weekly Word Prompt: Portals
January 15, 2023

Portals reflect images
pictures viewed
from different angles
a myriad of perceptions

Inside the lonely ship
peering out through the round
windows sealed against the elements
a permutation of reality

Protected from what is
by the metal plates
forever forged in place
by the imprisonment of life

Unable to legitimately absorb
the heartrending anguish
of being completely alone
the torment of true loneliness