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  • I is for Indian Blanket Flowers

    Photograph by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

    Little red star so small
    and so strong
    you’ve been the topic
    of legend and song

    Oklahoma as a state
    chose you to represent
    their laws and mandates
    honoring your gentle scent

    On the Prairie you grow
    wild and free without care
    crossed petals of strength
    giving hope to folks there

    Forefathers of old cherished your gifts and light beauty
    forging magic and mystery
    from your endless booty

    It would be such a waste
    to lose your ancient ways
    we must teach our children
    to keep you safe for all days

  • Last On The Card

    In response to bushboy’s world Last On The Card – March 2023

    Climbing Hibiscus Photographed by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
    Baby Peach Tree in Bloom Photographed by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
    Work in Progress – New Logo for WordPress Blog
  • H is for HIBISCUS

    Author’s note: My second most favored flower!
    Photograph by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

    Pink is the color
    in little girl’s minds
    Pink is the color of friendship
    and love of all kinds

    White is the color
    of purity and chaste
    Beauty from within
    ultra femininity faced

    Yellow is the color
    of summer’s sunshine
    Bringing contented happiness
    and good luck to all mankind

    Purple is the color
    it’s the one I like best
    Fosters knowledge
    and courage to face all tests

    Red is the color
    for love, lust and blood
    Anger runs bone deep
    when thorns pierce life’s glove

    Hibiscus is the color
    the Islands bring to us
    Diversity is beauty
    a good lesson to trust

  • G is for GARDENIA

    Author’s Note: Gardenia’s are my most favored of all flowers.
    Picture courtesy of Wikipedia

    Purest scent so subtle so sweet
    no other holds your secret redolence
    A fragile bud that loves sunny treats
    it shies away from wintery streets

    Memories of childhood days
    when Florida was wonderfully tropical
    Palm Trees swayed while we played
    Gardenia’s perfume surrounding the glade

    Bringer of peace and tranquility
    bearer of true love and affection
    Gardenia with your white so bright
    no evil can penetrate no ghostly light

    Blissful is the fragrance you carry
    a guiding halo for the spiritually weary
    Symbol of goodwill throughout history
    a joyful reminder of nature’s mystery

  • Submitting

    Picture courtesy of iStock.com

    In response to pensitivity’s Three Things Challenge #M391
    FRIGHT, HALLELUJAH, CINDERS

    It was fright that kept me from submitting my novel to a publisher!pp
    I sang hallelujah when the acceptance letter came in the mail!
    I burned the letter to cinders upon discovering the publisher to be a vanity press!

  • F is for FORGET-ME-NOT

    Photograph courtesy of Wikipedia

    Pressed into a petite maidens hand,
    a young sailor gifts his loved one
    with bouquets of this sweet flower.

    Forget-Me-Not he whispers.

    The same flower brings good luck, it’s said, to those young people whose duty
    calls them far away from home.

    Forget-Me-Not they say.

    A long wedding gown, a Mother’s happy tears flow past channels
    of age upon her face.

    Forget-Me-Not she cries.

    A husband of many years
    kneeling in the church, a casket
    draped in her favorite flowers.

    Forget-Me-Not he remembers.

  • E is for Echinacea

    Picture courtesy of Wikipedia

    Not just a another pretty flower
    although a pretty flower you are
    Colors galore and still there’s more
    you can doctor a cold, a sore or a scar
    make into tea and help with a swell

    Keeping America’s First People hale
    four hundred years of medicinal juices
    Your petals help to make folks well
    to this day people say Echinacea please
    especially when they have a big sneeze

    Echinacea with your many gifts an antioxidant with immune enhancing benefits abundant from tummy aches to bites from snakes – in theory – what a magical flower you are

  • Hiding in Plain Sight (Subtle Adult Content – 150 Words)

    In response to Christine at Stine Writing’s Simply 6 Minutes Challenge 04/04/23

    “Do you think they can see us? I don’t think they can see us. No! Don’t move, then they will definitely see us!”

    “But I have an itch!”

    “Don’t think about it! Just DO NOT MOVE!”

    “Wilbur, I have to move. Here, lift the hand they can’t see and scratch right there. Oh yes! Yes, yes, yes! Oh harder Wilbur, harder!”

    “Shush Harriet! I’m getting it, hold on, hold on. Whose idea was it to hide behind this tiny tree anyway?”

    “That would be yours, Wilbur! You said it would be funny to stand together sideways, so we’d look like one gigantic bear, remember?”

    “Well, it’s working isn’t it? Look, they didn’t know. Haha! We fooled them good, Harriet!”

    “Wilbur?”

    “Yes Harriet?”

    “That’s NOT my back you are scratching!”

  • Big Bad Wolf

    Tala – Photographed by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

    In response to msjadeli at dVerse Poets Pub Poetics for Tuesday 04/04/23

    “Directions: choose one (or more) of the following options to write your poem:
    ->1) Choose any animal and consider its nature and write a poem about the animal;<-
    2) Choose a particular attribute of an animal and write a poem that is about the animal but also an attribute that humans exhibit, similar to some of the above poems;
    3) Create your own myth or fable involving animals.

    There are no form, rhyme, or subject constraints in this prompt challenge. Just have fun with it!

    Here’s how to join in:
    Post your piece on your blog and link back to this post. Place the link to your actual post (not your blog or web site) in the Mister Linky site.
    Don’t forget to check the little box to accept use/privacy policy! Please read and comment on other poets’ work–we all come here to have our poems
    read.”

    I have a very special friend,
    quite uncommon and hard to get.
    Though she is mine and I hers,
    a regular pet she will never be.

    When she was small and oh so cute,
    not one person even had a clue.
    No idea of what she would become,
    when in time an adult she’d be.

    She called to me before she was born,
    a dream-vision I had just before morn.
    In that time of waking sleepiness,
    when the rest of the world still rests.

    The vision of her was crystal clear,
    she stayed close by me, always near.
    Walking together on a sandy beach,
    always within each other’s reach.

    I started searching that very day,
    I feared she might be too far away.
    Two years went by without any luck,
    I nearly gave up in truth I was stuck.

    Upon my back I had her drawn,
    the ink applied it took until dawn.
    It was after that I received a call,
    Wolf-pups conceived that very Fall.

    In the Spring of that following year,
    she came to me grinning ear to ear.
    It took work and determination,
    for both to form a solid foundation.

    Nine years ago my life was brightened,
    and for some she is quite frightening.
    A truer friend there’ll never be,
    she is mine and I am hers for all eternity.

  • D is for Daisy

    Photograph by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

    Daisy my sweet Daisy
    in my garden you do grow
    Your varied seeds sprinkled on the ground rise up
    some planted row by row

    Your colors amaze
    even cause quite a craze
    Happy within my garden
    you grow so tall or
    choose to stay petite and small

    Well known around the world
    a spring and summer delight
    From childhood dreams
    to floral wedding streams
    my Daisies shine so bright

    When darkness threatens
    a timid soul
    weary of the struggle
    and pain begins to
    overthrow

    There you are your face
    so clear of obscure insensibilities
    Glowing happily under the sun
    your roots down deep
    in stability