Author: Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

  • Silence

    By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

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    Silence is calm
    after a storm filled night
    Silence is comfort
    following a nights delight

    Silence is hurtful
    after months of conversing
    Silence is a sign
    of interest dispersing

    Silence is a state
    of good times and bad
    Silence is a message
    that someone is mad

    Silence is many things
    to so many people
    Silence is only golden
    in a church with a steeple

  • Wing It

    By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

    Picture by Sarah Noonan @ The GoodLifeDesitin

    In response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille #164 Prompt Word: WING
    In exactly 44 Words
    posted by whimsygizmo

    Just wing it
    go with the flow
    Don’t fight the system
    just take it slow

    Fly with the wind
    not against
    Then you’ll belong
    never just a guest

    Who wants consistency
    or mundane stability
    Open your wings and fly
    only you have the ability

  • My Garden – A Haiku

    By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

    Photograph by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
    Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 436 Empty and Revive

    Without my garden
    I would be empty and lost
    Flowers revive me

  • Pretend

    By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

    Wordle #578
    The Sunday Whirl

    Hosted by bwarren

    Wonder what it would have been like
    to have had the choice to do or be something legendary and special? Not to have failed so miserably in school, to have had the chance to change the flavor and style of my adulthood before it became too late to shake off and break the binding visages of the past.

    I take a deep breath and exhale slowly, to pretend to be a famous songstress about to perform in front of thousands of exuberant fans. A confident, gifted singer who walks
    onto a multi-faceted stage with the deep knowledge and acceptance that she truly is special.

    I wonder what that would have been like?

  • Partner’s

    By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

    In response to RDP (Ragtag Daily Prompt) word PARTNER posted by Phillip Knight Scott

    Juggling partner’s is a magical feat
    few if any actually achieve
    Polyamory at its best can only behest
    goodwill when truth and trust
    and knowledge prevail

    One can love two and two
    can love three and so on from there
    A family of three consenting their undying love and devotion sweeps it
    away if one goes completely astray

    This dynamic of three or four
    and sometimes more is not for everyone in fact few
    Most look at them and frown want
    them thrown out of town

    Never understanding what true love
    being a partner entails

  • Out Of Time

    By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

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    Out of reach
    out of time
    Nothing left
    only deceit and lies

    A home built
    upon slush and grime
    Will surely sink
    no substantial ties

    Love that is honest
    heartfelt and true
    Is the kind of love
    I wish for with you

    To care is to grow
    to give and receive
    Only one giving
    bears no reprieve

    Help me build
    a foundation of stone
    To keep us together
    so neither will roam

  • 1973

    In Honor of Veteran’s Day By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

    Photo Courtesy of Student News Daily Archives

    What do you say
    to years of decay
    To a woman or a man
    who sacrificed all
    defending freedom for our land

    Is thank you enough
    when they’ve had it so tough
    To come home bandaged wrapped
    after fighting tyranny and hate
    or worse sent back in a crate

    We discharge them back home
    then leave them alone
    To keep fighting and struggling
    a monumental effort to maintain
    while still staying sane

    Before they are grown
    they are drafted and flown
    To lands where freedom failed
    the ones that survived returning
    to find their own government bailed

  • The Waiting is Over! We Are Poetry: Lessons I Didn’t Learn in a Textbook is Here! 🥳

    I followed my friend Dwight to Kym Gordon Moore’s blog and in particular to read and read about her new publication, “We Are Poetry.” I have barely started and already I’m shaking my head yes and spouting, “WOW” to my confused but loyal pups! Not only a fantastic and prolific writer, her insight and ability to motivate a resting or sleeping muse is incredible. Mine was dozing a bit, but is wide awake now! Check out this ultra-fantastic movement and enjoy as I am!

    Kym Gordon Moore's avatarFrom Behind the Pen

    I’m so excited! And I just can’t hide it! I’m about to lose control and I think I like it!!! Channeling my inner Pointer Sisters! 😜 You can best bet I am grinning from ear to ear right about now. Of course, there was a snafu with the Kindle version, something about a reflowable error. I should have known things were going along a little too smoothly! 😝 They are in the process of getting this fixed and should take a couple of days, but the paperback version is READY! Thanks for everyone’s support! I think I need a drink right now! 🥂 Cheers y’all!

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  • Disconnect

    By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

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    Disconnect then reconnect
    then disconnect
    repeat.

    Each broken pathway
    leaves painful thorns
    in both feet.

    One step then two
    and by three you
    have gone.

    Chasing your dreams
    following the sun
    leaving her far behind.

  • The Feeder

    By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

    Photo by Rosaleen Egan
    newmarkettoday.ca

    Night has slipped away,
    morning light dapples
    through leaves not yet
    dropped in the Fall breeze.

    Bird call stirs my soul,
    my throat aches to answer in kind.
    Woodpecker’s laugh as they break
    open their peanuts on a tall light pole.

    Tiny chickadee’s swoop in and out
    snatching their favored bits from
    the feeder before darting back into
    the security of the pine branches.

    Squirrels and doves sit patiently
    on the ground, awaiting bird scraps.
    Thrushes barge in by three’s knocking other ground feeder’s out of the way.


    The breeze picks up, a storm
    approaches sending large raindrops
    ahead. One last spattering of sweet
    bird song before we all must go in.