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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

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

Word prompt submitted by Bartholomew Barker

ATTACK, EXIST, ROLL

Three neighbors sat on their front stoops discussing the what if’s in life. Naturally, the unprovoked war in the Ukraine was the main topic of discussion.

The neighbor living the farthest away from the other two and closer to the aggressor, advocated for a swift and immediate attack by our armed forces to protect everyone before the war-monger stepped foot on USA soil.

But the second house, the one in the middle, said the USA needed to ignore any and all things happening away from our borders, to save lives and money and if we didn’t bother them, they wouldn’t bother us and we could exist in peace.

Lastly, the third house was totally against any type of rebellion or attack. This fellow said the USA should just roll over, belly-up and give in to Russia because we were all going to be Russians soon enough, so why waste our young men’s lives in a loosing battle.

Soon the three were arguing and bickering among themselves, blind to what was happening around them. Quietly, without fanfare, ado or even more bloodshed, the aggressor slid in and took what they had always been wanting. The USA.

By (Gypsie) Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Response to WordPress.com Monthly Word Prompt – Bridge

A very long and delicate bridge
hangs airily between us
With a gate it’s hinges set and strong
No other may enter here

This gate is most odd you know
it’s workings like no other
allowing you to enter as you wish
and exit just the same

The gate can open just one way
it keeps me bound within
Allowing you to enter here
forbidding I go there

I pray this bridge is built to last
it’s tethers remain true
As I wait and dream of the day
that I can leave with you