Author: Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

  • Choices

    By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

    Picture by Billy2345 @ furaffinity.net

    Unlike two meteors
    that collide in the darkness
    the nothingness of deep space

    They met by choice although Fate
    played a joker’s hand on that day
    Her looking for love and devotion

    Him looking for a distraction
    someone to care for and to nurture
    to use when convenient or needed

    Like a sticky spiders web intricate
    in its weave he enraptured her and wrapped her within his warm cocoon

    Dangling from a fine silvery thread waiting for his return with wings
    folded tight around her lithe form

    But if the butterfly’s bed of silk
    is not tended and left to dry out
    the creature within withers away

    The spider perpetually busy spinning
    and working building himself
    a strong home does not notice

    No matter to the spider as butterflies
    are plentiful and always looking
    for a place to alight and call home

  • A Man And His Wife – An Observance

    By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

    Picture courtesy of Advance Auto Parts

    I watched a man today, an older man he was, walking quick as can be from the store across the parking lot to his truck where he’d left it you see.

    Toddling far behind, each step
    appeared laborious with no obvious nomenclature, was his wife of as many years, but much rounder in her stature.

    He didn’t seem to notice, didn’t seem
    to mind that his wife of many untold
    years, he’d left so far behind. He dropped his small shopping bag into the rear gate, slid beneath the steering
    wheel where he proceeded to just wait.

    The stout woman trudged along, her eyes straight ahead. Her feet seemed to lag behind the swaying of her head. She neither smiled or grimaced in her wake while she struggled on alone. Her husband of a long, long time sitting idly while she climbed into his truckish throne.

    Not once did he relinquish his kingly domain to offer her assistance, this woman who bore his name. She pulled and she clambered to take her seat so high and before her belt was fastened tight, onto the highway he did fly.

  • Cellpic Sunday!

    Photograph by ©Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

    John Steiner, the blogger behind Journeys With Johnbo, has this prompt he calls Cellpic Sunday in which he asks us to post a photo that was taken with a cellphone, tablet, or another mobile device.

    Morning Glory Vine
  • Green Grass

    By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

    Dreamstime.com

    Grass oh grass why do you grow
    where you are unwelcome not wanted
    in my flowers and sweet garden soil?

    Not within the great expanse of lawn where in Spring you were sown,
    no puerile carpet except in these beds.

    Beds prepared for flowers and bushes
    and such, are not made for rippled clumps of long verdant green blades.

    The flowers are lovely I do so agree,
    but their spot is theirs and the yard’s
    for your waving verdurous hue.

    So I must remove from my garden’s
    rich loam, the small protruding
    slivers of grass where it’s strayed.

  • Web Of Deceit

    By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

    Dreamstime.com

    What wicked webs of deceit
    we weave for love and for lust
    It is not out of goodness and light
    that force us to subtly deceive

    The power of nature we try to control
    with our laws of commitment
    Lay our hands on the sacrament
    pledging to that we can never sustain

    We of humankind think we fool
    when the fools in truth are we
    To place our future in the stars
    wish upon them so far away

    How ignorantly wise we think we are
    to slither beneath our wedding vows
    While in our minds we compromise
    it’s not our fault – somehow

    At our twilight or maybe before
    there is no way to truly foretell
    The web we think we wove so well
    will catch us one and all in the end

  • Bring Me Bad

    By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

    Photograph By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

    Bring me bad today
    my mood is dark
    Searching for the elusive
    the meanest of the sharks

    Think again to defeat me
    teeth and sharp claws have I
    Show me your worst
    I’ll scratch out your eyes

    Sit me down in a restaurant
    full of love and laughter alone
    I won’t bend and I won’t give
    all I need is my old cell phone

    Loneliness leave me now
    in my space with Jose Cuervo©
    Mexican music loud all around
    not thinking about my futuro

    So bring me some bad today
    I can handle anything that’s thrown
    One misstep one wrong word
    you’ll see how bad I’ve really grown

  • Run

    By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

    Image credit – Mick Haupt @ Unsplash
    In response to Sadje’s - What do you see # 158- October 31, 2022

    He left the door open! Do I stay or do I run? He might be waiting right outside, a test to see if I’ll stay. The grass is so green, the sky brilliant blue and there’s freedom right through those doors.

    But, do I want freedom? He takes care of me, feeds me, keeps me warm. Sure, there are some uncomfortable times, but isn’t there always no matter where you are or who you’re with?

    Maybe I could just poke my head out, see what’s out there and breathe the cool Autumn air. I’ll bet it smells like fall flowers, pumpkins and bonfires burning. It’s Halloween night, at least I think it’s Halloween night.

    If I run, he’ll be upset, mad. It will hurt his feelings and make him sad. I don’t want to make him sad, or mad. He promised me a special treat on Halloween.

    What if leaving the doors open is my treat and I don’t take it? He’ll really be angry with me then, or will he be angry if I do take it, leave, run. I can hear footsteps, it’s him. Or maybe not, might be someone else. If they find me, he will be livid.

    Do I stay or do I run?

  • Raindrops

    By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

    Photograph by © Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

    In response to Mark’s Haiku Prompt
    in Naturalist Weekly – Micro-Season:
    “Light Rain Showers” (2022)

    Tiny raindrops fall
    lightly sprinkle a flower’s
    upturned sunny face

  • Cellpic Sunday

    By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

    In response to Journey’s With Johnbo prompt for Cellpic Sunday 10/30/22

    Morning Glory Blooming Vine © Photograph by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
    Single Morning Glory Opened Flower © Photograph by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
  • My Neighbor’s A Witch

    By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

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    In response to Stine Writings Simply 6 Minutes Challenge 10/25/22

    I tell you true
    and this is no lie
    My neighbor’s a witch
    she really does fly

    Sadly for her and for us too
    my neighbor needs glasses
    Her eyesight’s a fright she lands
    each time on her bountiful assets

    She practiced and practiced
    sticking landings on her broom
    Only this time she landed
    with a loud thudding boom

    Up on my ceiling I now have a hole
    where my neighbor she dangles
    Stockings, shoes and broken broom
    waiting a while before she disentangles

    She’s safer where she hangs up there aloft
    no more can she thump, bang or crash
    All our friends both near and far
    are coming soon for a great Halloween bash!