Otter Be

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

Response to Shay’s Word Garden Word List #11 (“A Ted Hughes Bestiary”)

I think I shall always wonder
How things otter be
Instead of how it has worked out
Between both you and me

How can it be
that your pretense
and rubbish compliments
washed away my common sense

Within the madhouse of your mind
behind the sophistry of your tongue
I did not see I did not feel
your words were ought but dung

But now things are how they otter be
I’ve righted all the wrongs
No longer odious vapour will spew
from your deep dark black lungs

Tiger! Tiger!

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

In Response to Bartholomew Barker’s Monday Poetry Prompt: Tiger

Tiger tiger in the night

you in your striped coat

full of wild delight

A stronger beast there’s never been

ruling the forests far and wide

until you battled the likes of man

An unfair war this is true

man alone without sword or gun

could not defeat one such as you

But man has never played the same

against beast, nor fowl

on the barren plain

Man it seems has the upper hand

seemingly taming streams, rivers

and raping your land

But in the end wild beasts will reign

and reclaim this planet that was yours

then royal tiger will be king again

Iconoclast Offspring

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

I was raised in an extremely strict household. Literally, children were to be seen and never heard. Children did not speak at the table, and so forth.

When my children entered the world, I vowed they would have the freedoms I never had. Freedom to explore their surroundings, to learn about themselves and to question authority, respectfully of course, when a task, request or command felt wrong. Not to just bow down to the “because I said so” mentality I grew up with, without explanation of why.

I’m sure most if not every parent who is reading this, is now rolling their eyes and have predicted the outcome of my very noble endeavors, correctly. I raised, unknowingly, naively even; iconoclast children. Rebel mongers. Rule breakers. Social outcasts.

Yet, I can not say I am sorry. My children know themselves, really know themselves. They hold their own in confrontations but are kind, gentle and compassionate with their partners; of whom they also hold their own or capitulate, depending on the issue.

To be honest, it was pure Satans Fire when they hit and went through their teenage years. I did not think I would survive it, but I did; and now I get to watch it play out all over once again as my daughter raises her extremely iconoclastic son.

No Parking

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

Response to The Sunday Whirl Weekly Wordles #538

Black dust lay across the family

Sequestered in the truck

Books lay broken at their feet

She opened her eyes and called

to her Honey

No answer

Wind blew the silk ash

covering the no parking sign

Leaving her hungry and alone

As the Towers fell around them

Mother of all Rivers

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

She travels across continents

bringing food and fresh water

to those on her banks

to her populace

Snaking through the land

feeding monkey, ape and man

Deity for thousands and thousands

of years

Older than old

and nearly the longest on Earth

Narmada River gave us all birth

so protect her now we must

Natural Saunter

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

Response to Weekend Writing Prompt #246: This weekend your challenge is to write a poem or a piece of prose in exactly 51 words using the word Saunter.

What is it about a man’s walk that turns my own legs to jelly, sets my heart a flutter and keeps my eyes locked on his retreating form?

Not an arrogant, false or defensively combative saunter. It’s the natural saunter of a man who knows he’s a man. Oh yes!


By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

Response to

As a people, as a Nation, in one of the most medically advanced countries in the world; there is absolutely no reason so many of our citizens go without health and dental care.

Except for Greed. Greed has overshadowed, no; completely absorbed any semblance of responsibility and compassion for the sick, chronically ill and elderly and turned the care of our loved ones and ourselves into a multi-trillion dollar business with CEO’s and CFO’s, financial analysts, consulting firms, sponsored pharmaceutical research and pill mongering.

Yachts, limousines, mansions and vacation resorts built on outrageous prices propagated by greedy insurance companies; the middle man, the barterer, the auctioneers of our health care. No matter what the doctor says you need, when the insurance company says no go; we go without the prescribed medication while they go to Bermuda.

It’s time we insist on quality health, dental, vision, and hearing care. This country, these innovations were developed out of need. We are in need again and if we as a people, do not demand regulating our insurance and pharmaceutical companies, the only losers will be us. Insist on it!

Memories by Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

Finally recovering and hoping (fingers crossed) not to backslide; I’ve had nearly five weeks to lay here, contemplate, remember, dream. One thing I do regret is the day I had to sell my horse and my daughters horse due to a divorce and subsequent financial distress.

She never forgave me and of course, I’ve never forgiven myself. I came across this picture, closed my eyes and could feel and smell my magnificent Appaloosa moving beneath me as we made our way through the woods, over small streams and the wild gallop back as I gave him his lead across the meadow and back to the stables, where he was boarded.

There’s nothing like the smell of a barn full of horse gear, feed and the aroma of the attached stalls. I was born to be a farm girl that somehow always ended up trapped in the concrete, metal and noise of the city.

So this memory is for my horse, D.J. and my daughters sweet horse, Pal. They went to very good homes and were well cared for. I will always carry their love and affection in my heart.


By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

Your prompt for JusJoJan January 27th, 2022, is “understanding.” Use the word “understanding” any way you’d like. Enjoy!

I have no understanding of what you did and why? You are exactly right, I do not! What’s more, I do not want to understand because that would bring me down to your level, which is below scum.

After everything I did, everything I went through to support you, to help you fulfill your dreams, financial assistance, late nights helping you study for exams and boards while working full-time myself and taking care of our babies.

You get that scum of the earth? OUR BABIES! Yours and mine. Dark haired, dark eyed beautiful babies. I don’t see a blonde bimbo hair on either one of them. No blue eyed fawn or would that be faux looking creature looks back at you, oh well, except from your bed you piece of unmitigated garbage!

What’s that? I’m sorry, I’m having a little trouble hearing you? I honestly don’t care nor do I want to hear your lame excuses. This is all your fault! Stop whining, it really is beneath you. What would your cronies and peers think?

Actually, let me get a picture of you, all trussed up like a New Years Eve pig! I’d put an apple in your mouth but I much prefer that gag.

Hmm? I’m so sorry but truly, I can’t understand a word you are saying. How does that feel by the way? Not being heard or acknowledged? It’s really not a nice feeling at all, I should know. Eighteen years I’ve lived with a person who doesn’t even know my favorite color.

So, now I believe we have come to an understanding, yes?

Hidden Message

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris 95 Words

It’s here, I can feel it in my bones. I’d been searching for it for years, my prize was within reach. My body literally vibrated with anticipation.

Of course, X did not mark the spot like in the adventure movies; my favorites. The disc would be priceless, not only due to its age and beauty but more so, the message it carried. It was said the hand of God himself had inscribed the monolithic disc with the words that would save our race.

The ground shook. Earthquake! I hear the crack of glass above me.