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– A Silly Ditty

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to A Letter A Week – R,
Hosted by NOPE, NOT PAM

Restless Rita ran wherever she went
right up to the red hour
when it was time to hop
into her bright rosey bed

As soon as the moon slipped
away for its daily respite
Restless Rita was up running about
with her best friend Roberta

Roberta and Rita ran quite fast
they ran long and they ran hard
Suddenly Roberta and Rita
realized they had run too far

They’d passed Ruth’s Steak House
and Ruby’s Hair Salon
They’d even gone by Roger’s Inn
On Fifth and Reindeer Street

Rubbing their faces and wondering
what they were going to do
When Roberta’s dad Rubin pulled
up in his old 1958 Rambler A

Both girls received quite a lecture
about playing close to home
He reiterated his point when they
got to Roberta’s house

Rita’s dad was waiting at Roberta’s
a very stern look on his face
After that neither girl could race
with red bottoms and two red faces

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to Rochelle Wisoff’s 100 word only – picture prompt for Friday Fictioneers.

The man was the most gorgeous man she had ever seen. That white hair and close trimmed beard and mustache, had her salivating and not just from her mouth. Unbelievably, he had chosen her out of the dating group she had been assigned to.

That had been earlier. Dinner was exquisite, the wine expensive and their shared dessert, beyond description. Now they were in his silver 2023 Koenigsegg Jesko Absolut and had bypassed the 100 mph mark all the while driving on the sidewalk no less!

“Who are you?” she asked.

“Triple O7 at your service my love. Hold on!”

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

An ache awakens so deep
so unquestionably profound
it tramples physical pain
into near non-existence

A lover drives away dust swirling
next interlude unknown to each
the ache begins deep within the heart
where he is held quietly and secretly

Ache expands and explicates
watching the moving van lumber
down the neighborhood street
taking a best friend far away

A child once innocent and sweet
grown into a rapacious adult
her countenance distant and cold
the swelling ache unsustainable

Sitting alone in a darkened room
heartache devours the soul
leaves behind an aged empty shell
so much heartache left there now

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Little seed I planted deep
in
the
ground
Spreading water all around
will
you
grow
Up strong and so tall

Or will you stay snug
wrapped in
your soil
covered rug
To stay little and small
becoming
nothing
at all

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #270 – JAMBOREE
in 86 words exactly.

Another jamboree marches by, I smile and I cry and I smile some more. The festival colors, all a flutter in rain or in shine bring a tear of gladness to my eye, a hidden tear of agony to my heart.

Watching people strolling around, dancing around, happy and laughing within the crowd, brings me such joy. You are there walking so free without me, unable to walk by your side, I die inside. Then you look up and smile and I smile again – for you.

(86 Words)

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Response to two prompts:

Had I a red cherry for every memory lost I’d own the largest cherry tree
from the East to the West Coast

Sweet mountain cherries all fresh
Picked daily in the new morning dew
Each one a memory returning to me

Some so tart set my mouth a-pucker
Others sweeter than honey’s nectar
Good ones or bad ones memories all

Erubescent rubies piled up so high
A delicious bite of cold crimson fruit
Bringing magical memories to mind

Each remembrance is treasured true
Lay in a bowl full of luscious cherries
Lovingly shared with every one of you

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

WWDYS #144-A Picture Prompt
Hosted by Sadje

There is a walkway in my mind,
I travel through it
from time to time.

My breathing slows,
I cross my legs
and travel far below.

Along the tree lined
path I find several old
friends of mine.

Waiting patiently near
the bank my beautiful
timber-wolf appears.

Flying strongly overhead
her wings outstretched
the hawk in sky does tread.

Into the trees I now spy
a massive buck
his rack so high.

Then through the water
crystal clear a sweet
blue dolphin brings up the rear.

All are guides my friends
it’s true they come to me
my heart does mend.

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

How would it be to be floating
pain free with a heart full of glee?
Up among the clouds
not barely a sound.

How would it be to be floating
pain free upon the sea?
Body buoyant and light
no more fighting or fright.

How would it be to be floating
pain free as far as you could see?
Across the darkness of space
angelic and full of grace.

How would it be to be floating
pain free across a grassy ley?
Go on a long mountain hike
or ride on a cool tandem bike.

Would someone tell me?

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to Poetry Form: Loop Poetry
Hosted by Grace July 28, 2022

Dawn burns bright so hot
Hot to little puppy feet
Feet rise and fall so quickly
Quickly they jump into the pool

Pool is chilly and feels wonderful
Wonderful cool water soothes hot feet
Feet splash and paddle away the hurt
Hurt subsides in joyful playfulness

Playfulness makes a puppy happy
Happy puppy barks in exuberance
Exuberance for life and owner
Owner smiles with love at dawn

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

The battle’s almost over
Pain will be the victor
Body growing tired
Age assisting pain

Fought a fight worth fighting
Life lived in agony
Now what lay ahead
More pain more fight not me

Morning rise in misery
Lunchtime brings the same
Dinner left uneaten
Pain has won again