Before I Die …

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

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

Picture courtesy of Google Images

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

Shrimper at Sunset

Happy Sunday and welcome back to This Present Moment, prompt #4. Prompt by Claudia Braun

Visual Prompt
Picture by Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

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.

Word Maven

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

Cuddle Bug

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

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

Empty Beach

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

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

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.


By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #216

You need to imagine this as a character in a story plot, and write about her.

• Give her a name.

• Mention the geography she lives in.

• What could be her temperament?

• Is she prone to melancholy, or is she faking it to fool someone?

• Is there someone she is thinking about?

• Where could she go next from here?

Julianna huddled against the cold brick of the derelict building. She would not cry, she never cried. She was a professional. She was trained by the most prestigious and high ranking military faction in her home country, Russia.

She believed in her country. She believed in her government. She believed they had the best interest of her people at heart. She had believed it. Now, she it knew it had all been a lie. Everything she had thought she’d accomplished and done in the last ten years had been a lie. She had done things, horrendous things, in the name of her country because she had truly believed, they were the right things to do to protect her homeland.

Julianna shivered. She’d left her tiny apartment without a sweater, coat, credentials or money. Her once meticulous brain was on overload, she couldn’t think, couldn’t make a plan. She felt dirty, used, and betrayed, she was angry. Her own people, her own country had used her to further their political and financial gain only.

She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts, to come up with a solution. That’s when she heard a voice calling to her. It was him! He had found her!

The unmarked car pulled around the corner, stopping just behind where she huddled. The car door opened, a large man hefted himself out of the car, wrapped his coat around the shivering Russian operative and tucked her gently into the warm, waiting car.

Crossroads in my Mind

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

Response to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge – Crossroads

There came a time

a troubled time

A crossroads in my mind

So many avenues up ahead

to go or stay and forge on through

Or take the crossroads away from you


traveled upon the other road

some times were good

Some times were bad


I wish that I had stayed?

Not taking the crossroads in my mind

Sat with you after you betrayed?

Now that you are forever gone

I wonder each day and every day

Should I have stayed and finished our song?

Girl Child

Your three words today are:


Girl Child

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

When you entered my life

I had never been so happy

So content

I had never seen

such a precious thing

As the tiny girl-child in my arms

When you started to grow

So did my love

My heart swelled with radiant joy

Then came the day

I had to pull you away

And wean you from my breast

I fear the day

When you really go away

Full grown, a woman on your own

No Card

99 Words

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

Response to picture prompt and 100 word challenge.

This is the first year without his card. Every year for forty-two years he sent the sweetest Valentine’s Day card with an invitation to dine out as though we were young and it was our first date.

I would take a long bath in gardenia perfumed water, do my toes and nails, apply the usually not worn make-up and dry my hair into some-what controllable waves. I have very curly hair that likes to roll up and stay on my head so I rarely bother using the blow-dryer.

Not this year. I miss you love.