Author: Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

I never lie!

Said he to me.

I just never tell the truth!

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

Simply Six Minutes Challenge 2/8/22

Picture prompt provided by STINE WRITING

Simply 6 Minutes – Welcome to the Challenge: 02/08/2022

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My face in the mirror

is not me

I can see through

the reflection

to the other side

Where my true self resides

hidden and broken

Shattered into so many pieces

each one sharp

cutting into my soul

Can you not see

what your cruel words

and false compliments

have done to me?

No longer human just a shell

Cracked beyond recognition

of what was or could have been

Unrepairable remnants

slivers of a true self

shards of glass within the sand

provided by pensitivity

Written by Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

I thought it’d be hard

to keep up my guard

‘til I discovered he’s quite a bad card

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

Response to prompt word NIBBLE posted by Mish at dVerse Poet’s Club

44 word limit challenge

The sunset washed over us as though the rays were liquid gold, intwining our slightly browned skin into one solid, substantial aura.

He was the one! I felt a warm nibble on my chilled ear. A woman moved toward us.

“Who’s that?”

“My wife.”

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

Photo by Shutterstock.com

https://livingpoetry.net/2022/02/07/february-visual-poetry-prompt-4/

Oh! Egg so fragile

Egg so light

How you do delight –

My tongue tonight!

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to What Do You See #120 February 7, 2022posted by Sadje

What Do You See? – Before I Die

Before I die

and leave this life behind

There’s just a few little things

I’d like to do if you don’t mind

Even if you do mind that is

This is my poem

My own words, thoughts and wishes

So that I can show all of them

The things that I must do

the rights that I must wrong

the tasks to be accomplished

Before I can sing Him my song

I want to be kind

to someone unkind

To touch him with love

Heal his eyes if he’s blind

I’d like to leave my mark

Travel farthest from this spot

Help the needy and forgotten

Fight for those who haven’t fought

For human and animal rights

against the progress of man

and those who do damage

to people and land

Without a care for the future

no compassion nor giving

to the plight of all things

Before I die, to start living

Happy Sunday and welcome back to This Present Moment, prompt #4. Prompt by Claudia Braun https://claudiabraunblog.wordpress.com/2022/02/06/this-present-moment-4/

Southport Marina, Southport, NC

My very first, very short outing after battling COVID-19 with pneumonia for the past six weeks. Mask on of course, but so nice to get out if only for a few minutes. Caught this picture as the sun was setting.

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC) – MAVEN

An ace at word smithing
the village elders called her
The term made her smile
she did not mind

Adept at choosing just the right phrase to lighten the day
and help others
in expressing their love

A cognoscente connoisseur
a wizard of the written word
Sought after far and wide
for her proficient word mastery

Until one day the expert scholar
asked them to call her by name
None could remember it so
she bid them farewell

Saying with her artists smile
It would do you well this night
to remember the girl wordsmith
whose name is Maven the Whiz

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

In Response to FOWC with Fandango’s – One Word Challenge CUDDLE

https://fivedotoh.com/2022/02/04/fowc-with-fandango-cuddle/

There is nothing more soothing, nothing says I-Love-You more than a good, strong cuddle.

A cuddle asks for nothing in return. No preconceived notion of compensation or recompense.

Babies thrive when cuddled. Pets learn trust through a cuddle and a soft nuzzle.

Creatures wild and free return home to their mates and moms for a comforting hug.

I myself am a Love Bug in the first degree. Cuddle me close and I’ll stay true.

Neglect me, forget me or push me aside and it’s another’s cuddle for me.

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to #Write Photo – Walker’s Challenge by KL Caley

#WRITEPHOTO – Walkers

Jonathan Kilgore Kirkpatrick the Third meant to enjoy his vacation regardless of the weather. It was after all, his first in six years and with luck, perhaps he’d meet his next wife here in this beautiful resort on the shores of Thailand. He loved everything about Thailand, the people, the food and in particular the varied landscapes and adventures Thailand had to offer.

He had Robert make up a beach bag, complete with lunch and his favorite wine, some snacks and even a bit of schnapps to cleanse his pallet afterwards. Thinking about how much he was going to enjoy this down time, he noticed belatedly that the usually bustling beach, was completely empty. No cabana’s, man-servants, lounging dignitaries or wealthy Americans strewn across the pristine white sand. Not even a child in sight, digging those obnoxious holes in the sand.

Jonathan could not believe that a few clouds and a bit of windy weather had kept everyone from coming down to this magnificent blue sea. Although as he gazed out across the usually turquoise waters, he seemed to think they might be a bit murky.

Spreading out the over-sized plaid blanket, he set out his belongings, lunch and wine meticulously as he was a meticulous man. Slipping out of his custom made slacks and belt, his elegant swimming trunks emerged garish against the backdrop of nature. Slacks, shirt, socks were folded perfectly and placed into the beach bag provided by the resort. He fingered the handmade item, ran his finger over the bright red Hibiscus which had, he’d been told, been hand stitched by the local women. He wondered why they didn’t just use a printer and an iron to design the bags. The thought left before he even finished thinking it, such was his way.

An odd happening caught his attention. He was mesmerized by the water as it was receding at a rapid rate. So fast in fact, that fish and shellfish, algae and conk were left stranded in the sand, starved for oxygen. He was surprised the birds were not hoarding all of the suddenly available seafare but, there was not a bird in sight.

He thought perhaps, he should go pick up a conk or two as they’d make nice gifts upon his return back to his home country. The water receded further, so far out he could no longer see a spot of blue as far as the eye could see.

Returning to his blanket, he poured his favorite wine into the crystal goblet Robert had carefully packed for him. Jonathan toasted the sky, the sand, turned to toast the currently nonexistent sea and that’s when he saw, something. It looked to be miles and miles away but appeared to be frothy and white. Waves perhaps? The sea returning? Good, he was looking forward to a nice swim.

The ground began to shudder beneath him, a deafening noise he could not place disoriented him. Jonathan stood up just as the one hundred foot wave swept over him. Tsunami warning horns continued to blare all around.