Author: Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

By (Gypsie) Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

To say that I am not
an accomplished drinker
Would be the truth

For in truth when I do imbibe
nothing ever goes just right
The best plans fail to materialize

Or worse become a many legged
creature completely out of control
Believe me I should know

At least I think I know
or so I’ve been told by
my lovely friends one or two

Or three but that matters not
being of Scots/Irish descent
I should be able to hold my lot

But no it’s just not so
not one lick or tiny bit
Have a drink they coerce

When the liquor hits my tongue
the fun they say – has just begun
I like to dance and twirl around

Upon the table tops and more
another drink my bestie says
the night is still so young

Unfortunate though it seems to me
young I am no more – I just poured
my lovely port into my cup of tea!

By (Gypsie) Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Response to prompt words provided by The Sunday Whirl Wordle #545 lilt rubble scarce homes unrelenting explosion power free wicked sing spirit rise

Wind whips through homes
abandoned to the rubble
Fire stretches to engulf and swallow
old timber

Explosions rock the earth
freeing huge boulders
Power lines are flattened
the streets sing in unheard agony

Unrelenting wickedness devours
the land scarce of life
Unfettered until the lilt and call
of the human spirit rises in protest

By (Gypsie) Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to word prompt vigorous posted by NOX at The Daily Spur.

“Vigoro…us, Vigoro…us, Vigoro…us,” the young tenor sang out enthusiastically.

The exasperated choir director called the young man’s attention to his mistake again.

“Once more, it’s not vigorous. It’s Figaro, sung with intent!” the director sung the passage clearly and finally the young man understood his choir director.

The next morning, the choir director entered the choir room coming to a dead stop. In the middle of the room stood a large camping tent and the very beautiful but still inarticulate voice of his student could be heard rehearsing, from inside the tent.

“What are you doing?” The choir director demanded hotly.

“What you told me to,” he smiled. “I am singing Vigorous In-Tent!”

By (Gypsie) Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Would I sit on a box
Its top open not shut
Like a little red fox
Huddled down in his hut?

Would I ride on a train
With no doors or windows
Outside in the rain
Across great rolling meadows?

Would I walk through a swamp
All boggy and wet
Where gators would chomp
Like a salty baguette?

Would I fly on a plane
Its backdoor gaping wide
As we flew over Spain
A really rough ride

Absolutely Positively Not
Would I sit on a box or
Ride a train in the rain
Walk through a swamp
Or ride a rough plane

Give me two wheels
with pedals beneath
A sturdy hand-bar
and brakes at my feet
Then life would be sweet

By (Gypsie) Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to Cyranny’s 1MinFic
Photo Prompt Challenge above for March 16, 2022 by Cyranny and Beneath the Surface Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge March 15, 2022 by Go Dog Go Cafe’

The men stand tall and erect
in their longboats, watching beneath the surface of the murky green waters with difficulty.

Not because the water was murky or the sun was sweltering; both of which were true, but not the cause of their great distress and malady.

Forbidden emotions cloud sane thoughts. Awareness of each other forms a murky taboo
ridden web trapping them tightly.

A new-found attraction burst into being, rocking both men to the core of their souls. They couldn’t wait to delve beneath the surface tonight.

By (Gypsie) Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Response to Reena’s Xploration Challenge #221

Uncle stared upon the blocks
The symbols all to him were lost
Uncle never learned to read
Mattered not my Uncle Sweet

By (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to prompt provided by
E.M.’s Random Word Prompt #104

Seeking absolution from crimes
I’ve not committed
Yet crimes levied against me
by the naive and misinformed.

Misrepresented.

Seeking absolution from this disease that has me in its clutches, But one that I did not ask for not now and not ever.

Punishment.

Seeking absolution from heartache
sorrow, grief, anger, and despair
Protection for an unguarded heart
that’s never learned how to heal.

Redemption.

Seeking absolution for the innocent,the troubled, oppressed and wounded. For those serving and yet to serve and those brave souls who have fallen.

Absolution.

By (Gypsie) Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Response to writing prompt HAT provided by Mish at dVersepoets.com

The first time that we met that day
I saw upon your stately head a hat
of a hat, a hat like no other. A lovely hat, a manly hat you wore
upon your head.

My gaze wondered up and up
your height quite astounding,
so I had to go on tippy-toe to give
you a proper greeting. I did
then you bent down low.

You whispered in my upturned ear
a soft, melodic hello. The sound
of your voice, your breath so warm and sweet. I hadn’t a clue before I
knew you about things stirring within.

Now when I see traveling through
the crowd, a stately head indeed.
Upon that head a pretty site the same
I spied back then. That lovely gray Derby Flat Cap upon your handsome head.

By (Gypsie) Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

What do you see? # 125 –
March 14, 2022
Prompt provided by Sadje

Foreign land full of bitter cold
Air and ground leach my warmth
Icy tendrils steal breath from my Southern lungs