Author: Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

In Response to visual prompt provided by The Sunday Muse

Through the forest does he come

Searching for his only one

Through the meadows open wide

To find the one to be at his side

She hides in hopeful anticipation

Leaving not for even a libation

Waiting and wondering is she the one

Grooming and preening out in the sun

Wading through the river deep

He scents the one he wants to keep

Stalking her quietly without a doubt

Pounces her delighting in her shout

Her joyful howl it can be heard

Beyond the owl and old blackbird

He chose his love and did it well

Today her heart does swell and swell

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

Blood of the land

Seeping through desecrated leaves

Leaving desecrated land

Leaving desecrated souls

Forbidden invasion

Breaking into homes

Destroying men

Destroying women

Killing children

Dictators massacring for wealth

Raping and slaughtering for power

Chaos perpetuated

Chaos reigns

No one stood strong

Not one nation did balk

Will you be next?

Will we be next?

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

One voice rose above the den of the crowd. A small but determined voice, intent on being heard.

It took a while but ever so slowly as her voice carried, one person after another stood falling silent to listen.

“What say you girl?” Rumbled a voice carried across the land, over a blaring, slightly warped sound system.

“Mannequins Sir. I asked why our leaders are little more than mannequins striking poses in front of the television cameras and reporters?”

The official became very, very still.

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #219

Include the sentence somewhere in your piece. “War is at the doorstep. What do you expect me to do?”

“War is at the doorstop. What do you expect me to do?”

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

“War is at the doorstop. What do you expect me to do?” Asked Poland of the little Ukrainian girl standing on the steps of the Palac Prezydencki. Her small frame although dwarfed by President Andrzej Duda, remained standing tall in front of him.

“We can not worry about Russia and her desire to reintegrate Ukraine little girl, we must focus our energies on returning Poland to a higher state of Christianity that we might do good in the world.” He turned and left her standing on those opulent marble steps alone.

“War is at the doorstop. What do you expect me to do?” Asked Hungary of the little Ukrainian girl standing outside the many windowed facade of Sandor Palace. President Janos Ader patted the child on her head, the smile beneath his neatly trimmed mustache warm and welcoming.

“At this time our focus must remain on the ability of this government to protect its economy against the influx of immigrants in order to keep our country a viable and strong economic presence here in Europe. Now run home little girl and tend to your own business.” He smiled, patted her head and turned away, leaving the little girl standing outside the protection of his magnificent walls, alone.

“War is at the doorstop. What do you expect me to do?” Asked the United States of the bedraggled child hovering outside the security gates surrounding the walls of the White House. President Joe Biden looked down at the tiny child standing outside, shivering in the cold February rain. He called to her from the warm, secure Oval Office where he sat with his pen at the ready.

“I am prepared to authorize sanctions against Russia,” he said, shaking his finger pointedly so the television cameras would be sure to send his intimidating image to Russian President Vladimir Putin. “But, we mustn’t ostracize our European allies so the sanctions will be light.” Before President Biden bid the trembling girl farewell, he quietly and very firmly stuck his head into the crumbling sand at his feet.

Response to Eugi’s Weekly Prompt –Lovers –February 22, 2022

https://amanpan.com/eugis-weekly-prompt-lovers-february-22-2022/

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

That our love is as faraway and unattainable as the moon

Yet the moon we hold between us

In response to Stine Writing’s Simply six Minutes Writer’s Challenge

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

I think that I should like to be Stripes on stripes with white beneath Then I could run and jump so free Just like a Zebra would I be

I think that spots are also nice Spots all over might look like mice But I do not mean to generalize Spots are on the big felines

Splotches can be rather cool One up there and more’s the fool Or at least a very good fascicule Imagine all the kids at school

We’d run and play In the yard all day A striped boy could never stay Tied to a desk anyway

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

I can’t say exactly when it happened.

I think it was either so slow that I didn’t notice or,

so fast, well; either way it doesn’t matter.

I can’t remember anyway.

I do remember,

I think I remember but no,

more like a vague memory,

a gray shadow passing through.

That quadrant of my brain

already darkened.

Aware it’s there but in truth,

barely noticing it any longer.

I can’t say exactly when it happened,

that which I’m trying to remember.

Peering through the deep fog of time,

I remove my glasses, clean them.

But no, the memory remains vague.

It’s there and then it’s gone.

Dark shadows and the foggy mist

swallowing it.

Stealing it from me just as I reached for it.

What was I looking for?

No matter, I can’t remember anyway.

Response to K. Hartless Prompt and d’Verse Poets

Quadrille #146 I Live in Salt in 44 words only!

By Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Oh Salt, sweet Salt!

How you do tempt me

Glistening on that raised rim

Dancing across the rolled top

of that monstrous Margarita glass

The golden hue of top-shelf tequila

shimmering within your sea green depths

Release me now from your ancestral hold!

The Specter

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

Within the temples

crumbling walls

a scuffling did sound

A muffled boom

four stories down

Flung the ghosts door

open wide

freeing the specter

to spring forth

weaving his way to the sky

He fluttered up and took a step

onto a cloud so high

From within his large

and gaping mouth

was heard an unearthly sigh