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Reena’s Xploration Challenge #219

Include the sentence somewhere in your piece. “War is at the doorstep. What do you expect me to do?”

“War is at the doorstop. What do you expect me to do?”

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

“War is at the doorstop. What do you expect me to do?” Asked Poland of the little Ukrainian girl standing on the steps of the Palac Prezydencki. Her small frame although dwarfed by President Andrzej Duda, remained standing tall in front of him.

“We can not worry about Russia and her desire to reintegrate Ukraine little girl, we must focus our energies on returning Poland to a higher state of Christianity that we might do good in the world.” He turned and left her standing on those opulent marble steps alone.

“War is at the doorstop. What do you expect me to do?” Asked Hungary of the little Ukrainian girl standing outside the many windowed facade of Sandor Palace. President Janos Ader patted the child on her head, the smile beneath his neatly trimmed mustache warm and welcoming.

“At this time our focus must remain on the ability of this government to protect its economy against the influx of immigrants in order to keep our country a viable and strong economic presence here in Europe. Now run home little girl and tend to your own business.” He smiled, patted her head and turned away, leaving the little girl standing outside the protection of his magnificent walls, alone.

“War is at the doorstop. What do you expect me to do?” Asked the United States of the bedraggled child hovering outside the security gates surrounding the walls of the White House. President Joe Biden looked down at the tiny child standing outside, shivering in the cold February rain. He called to her from the warm, secure Oval Office where he sat with his pen at the ready.

“I am prepared to authorize sanctions against Russia,” he said, shaking his finger pointedly so the television cameras would be sure to send his intimidating image to Russian President Vladimir Putin. “But, we mustn’t ostracize our European allies so the sanctions will be light.” Before President Biden bid the trembling girl farewell, he quietly and very firmly stuck his head into the crumbling sand at his feet.

Response to Eugi’s Weekly Prompt –Lovers –February 22, 2022

https://amanpan.com/eugis-weekly-prompt-lovers-february-22-2022/

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

That our love is as faraway and unattainable as the moon

Yet the moon we hold between us

In response to Stine Writing’s Simply six Minutes Writer’s Challenge

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

I think that I should like to be Stripes on stripes with white beneath Then I could run and jump so free Just like a Zebra would I be

I think that spots are also nice Spots all over might look like mice But I do not mean to generalize Spots are on the big felines

Splotches can be rather cool One up there and more’s the fool Or at least a very good fascicule Imagine all the kids at school

We’d run and play In the yard all day A striped boy could never stay Tied to a desk anyway

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

I can’t say exactly when it happened.

I think it was either so slow that I didn’t notice or,

so fast, well; either way it doesn’t matter.

I can’t remember anyway.

I do remember,

I think I remember but no,

more like a vague memory,

a gray shadow passing through.

That quadrant of my brain

already darkened.

Aware it’s there but in truth,

barely noticing it any longer.

I can’t say exactly when it happened,

that which I’m trying to remember.

Peering through the deep fog of time,

I remove my glasses, clean them.

But no, the memory remains vague.

It’s there and then it’s gone.

Dark shadows and the foggy mist

swallowing it.

Stealing it from me just as I reached for it.

What was I looking for?

No matter, I can’t remember anyway.

Response to K. Hartless Prompt and d’Verse Poets

Quadrille #146 I Live in Salt in 44 words only!

By Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Oh Salt, sweet Salt!

How you do tempt me

Glistening on that raised rim

Dancing across the rolled top

of that monstrous Margarita glass

The golden hue of top-shelf tequila

shimmering within your sea green depths

Release me now from your ancestral hold!

The Specter

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

Within the temples

crumbling walls

a scuffling did sound

A muffled boom

four stories down

Flung the ghosts door

open wide

freeing the specter

to spring forth

weaving his way to the sky

He fluttered up and took a step

onto a cloud so high

From within his large

and gaping mouth

was heard an unearthly sigh

Scott’s Daily Prompt 16/02/2022

BY SCOTT ANDREW BAILEY

Today’s prompt is: THE CLOCK

Write about anything you’d like. Somewhere in your post, include the sentence, “I heard the car door slam, and immediately looked at the clock.”

The Clock ⏰

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

The clock

That clock

Strikes its blow once again

Night retreats

It’s violent jerk

Resounding in that noisome clock

My life

Our lives

Governed by those ticking hands

The clock

The thud

The car door slammed

To Work

I go

Looked up at the clock

Late I am

To work again

Blast it all that raucous clock!

Reena’s Xploration Challenge

Haiku – Pensive Tides!

PROMPT #218

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #218

Changeling

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

They keep asking me as if somehow, I can just look in the mirror and know. Am I a boy or a am I a girl? I do not know.I

The that appeal to me. Keep your trucks and GI Joe’s, it’s to the theatre I want to go.

Yet standing here so gaunt and thin, wishing for things that have never been discussed out loud or in private company. What I would do for all the jewels and wealth in the world, I would give it all up for a small bit of money.

Cash to pay the surgeons bill, who’d change this boy into a girl.

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

Response to prompt word RAMBUNCTIOUS in 6 Sentences Only by “Girlie on the Edge”

There are those that are very rambunctious among us. Their lives always full of tumultuous disorder. These unrestrained, uproarious disciples of chaotic clambering keep this earth clearly askew on its axis. I stridently search for a cacophony of silence amid the ever increasing din of raucous rollicking around me. Alas I find I’m once again thrown into the proverbial bed with a group of boisterous termagants. Until once again I can lay my head on my pillow of unadulterated opulence.