O’ fluid friend,—
—O’ liquid lover, please
embrace me, soothe my sootheless, stranded soul—,
—caress my restless thoughts, and set them still.—
O’ sap of spirit,—
—sweet sip of ambrose!
O’ potent potion,—
—O’ magic mixture, daze
me, dazzle me, nuzzle me, numb my frill
fringes |— —| Droll Dame, find me a drooling fool.—
O’ nectar of the night,—
—dose me for a doze…
Keep me cohere,nt and comp,osed—‘sxcu,se me—
I’m stumblin’ on your slippy words,(I meant
mine,—ours?)and now you sweep me to the flo,or.
…
O’ fluke of fortune!, wicked whiskey’s woe!,
why wrong you me thus?, morn’s scalding sun askant
breaks blaring through my window,— head — aches — …sore.
Ample Ambrose amplified
Artistic expression until he died
Leaving a legacy of art works galore
All of them fresh, his parents swore
He did not sell one piece when he was alive
Last week his brilliant mother sold eighty-five
How are you so successful we asked her
Easy, she replied. I am a trained marketer.
Ambrose spent his life pursuing his love.
I bet he is enjoying this from above.
He was never one to sell his art.
They were his babies from the start.
Author
Ste.phen ambrose
Band of brothers
Based on true life
Inspirational to all military veterans
Second world war history
Dramatised to film
Emotional ending
Loss
Hortense and Gertrude
Priscilla, Imogene
Once-popular names
no more to be seen
Isadore, Cornelius
Cyrus and Mortimer
Back in the day such
names courted her
You never know though
when a name may return
Such as Ambrose, Edsel
Penelope or Fern
I heard you in the walls
I think of you as a mouse trap
Trap for eternity, poor chap!
When it was us against the world,
I smile more, my laughter was contagious
Yours were thunderous, like a sense of warning
Of us being untouchable, unbreakable. Duet theme
That who we were!
Then bomb! Our trust was broken,
Our smiles and laughter seize
Our duet became three,
Three is an odd number:
I refused to divided you in 1.5
I heard you in the walls,
I think of you as a mouse trap
Trap for eternity, poor chap
I wish she was trap with you
But life can sweet and next mysteriously brutal
Life is a little plot of light. We enter, clasp a hand or two, and go our several ways back into the darkness. The mystery is infinitely pathetic and picturesque. ~Ambrose Bierce
Our Monday morning to reflect on your mysterious passing,
Death takes us all, all left for most of us is sour memories with a smile.
The estate of Ambrose Rose is released from probate.
To receive their inheritance, the stooges can't wait.
Ichabod Slipp is the executor holding the money.
What this crook is doing to the stooges isn't funny.
Each one gets a beating from Slipp in an altercation.
On a night train is where Slipp has made a reservation.
Moe, Larry, and Shemp board it for a confrontation.
Are you curious about where this story will go?
All you have to do is watch the video.
Based on the 1947 Columbia Pictures short subject "Hold That Lion"
starring the Three Stooges.
Partly this is one of his dream that he is catching up with as if a shooting star he's captured like he captures my luminary sense as well as my blindsight
beautifully done
his foot ran eagerly with courage,
which i notice with heed
his hands willing and able to utilize,
yet i know of his patience
his strength admirable like showing a blind eye to catch a glimpse of light
regardless
his courage along with his precious foot carry him to fulfill a dream beyond perception
priceless
his smile captures my soul
regardless of whether
his feet moved yet he threw that ball with more than a smile
and courage but with growth
GOOD JOB JOQUINN AMBROSE CHARLEY BELIN ... 1-9-20
Your Rainbow mine your purple soul t
The emerald spirit I'm in love with h u e
Red green brown tan terrain
Drenched in tangent Blue Horizon
Pillowed in white pearls of puffs
The Ambrose. I'm in love with h u e
Fluorescent kaleidoscope of effervescent
Body of color cavalcade
Surrounded by pageants of radiant parades
Awesome beautiful spectacle
Radiant beautiful collectible
Body ever so colorful
Your Rainbow mind your purple soul
Your emerald spirit Essence blue...
I'm in love with h u e
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2019
(This is a brief summary of the Battle of Fredericksburg that occurred from December 11-15 in the year 1862. The American Civil War was raging on and mistakes made by Maj. Gen. Ambrose Burnside resulted in one of the Union Army's worst defeats during the war.)
In 1862, Burnside had a plan of attack.
He marched his army across the river Rappahannock.
It was a foolish move.
He should have known it then.
But he ordered his troops across a field that became known as the Great Slaughter Pen.
hello
my name
is Ambrose
and i'm
a male
anglerfish
i admit
i've been
since birth
attached
to my woman
not even to say the
word
love
but
because
of her blood
and above all
so down
in the deep
i need her yes
i am
dependent
on where she
swims
and where
she goes so
yes i
yes i
depend
on
my
wife's
life
and i
never will
be able
to make it
without her
ELIZABETHAN LOVE PASTICHE
I will pluck Parmenter from your orchard bower
And taste it’s Ambrose and the scented flower
There we shall pass a brief but blessed hour
While I sup your essence sweet piquant and sour
Lest passing time should look on us to glower
And curse us so no more we may have power
To circumvent the fates and they devour
Our consecrated rapture that they scour
16 July 2019
Ambrosia. Food of the gods.
Yummy huh? I can taste the salad with pineapple and coconut.
Ambrosial…. delicious, sweet smelling.
Makes me think of dark chocolate, and still wonderful.
Ambrosian chant….singing introduced by St. Ambrose, about 384.
But then there is
Ambrasiaceous
Related to ragweed
Sneezing
Flaring up of asthma
Hay fever
Running nose
Itchy eyes
Misery and despair
Something needs to be issued a different name, right?
It just does not fit in with the others.
One of them is not the same.
Think Sesame Street, I always do.
In the dark cell of the monastery
Brother Ambrose chants his chant alone
With blue blood flowing through his arteries
And Holy Fire burning in his bones
Incense smolders with a mystical fragrance
And candles flicker before the Icon
But wet fog falls over God's creation
Caught in the coils of Satan's python
It coils and coils around the Earth
Crushing those bones and spilling that fire
Under the scalpel, the Planet gives birth
And the Celestials sing in an evil choir
Brother Ambrose whispers and whispers his prayer
Yet none hear their cry, save the Lord of the Air
Note to self: Never again read 'The Monk'
by Mathew Gregory Lewis
before drinking myself into a diabetic coma...
...All night long
The Wandering Jew requested directions to salvation;
That is to say,
Whenever I wasn't being pursued by the Bleeding Nun
- She seemed like a good enough sort
For being just another figment of my horrific imagination;
It would appear she only wanted a sanitary napkin:
"Leave me alone" I kept telling her,
"I rarely have a spare Tampon!"
...Even in my dreams I can't seem to relate to women...
...At least I'll always be immune to Matilda's seduction...
...Because I'm only a "borderline heterosexual"
- I'm really more of a "feline enthusiast"
- Kinda like William S. Burroughs, I guess?
...This was quite possibly the worst nightmare I've had
Ever since dreaming about
Ambrose Bierce's 'The Damned Thing'
- I wish I never had to sleep again...
...I'm terrified to dream of 'The King in Yellow'
by Robert W. Chambers!
I have been condemned to a fate worse than Poe!
And H.P. Lovecraft is sooo-oh-oh-oh,
Ridiculously jealous of me too!
So don't start to panic - It isn't just you...
AND PASSING INTO HOLY SOULSFROM AGE TO AGE
SHE PRODUCES FRIENDS OF GOD
PROPHETS
WISDOM 7:27
IF YOU GO TO MILAN in northern Italy
You probably head first to the Duomo
The massive Gothic Cathedral in the center
After you tour it and walk amid the spires on its roof
You might sit on the piazza steps eating gelato with scores of others
Then you might descend to the subway, ready for another adventure
As you hurry through the hallway to catch a train
You’ll pass a locked door with a small window
If you look
You’ll see mounds of dirt and stones
But if you return to the church
You can visit that underground space by going down some steps in the back
Amid the excavations is an octagonal-darkness
Alone
Contemplate the font where St. Ambrose washed
St. Augustine in the living waters of baptism
Then you can return to the bustling
Brightness, centuries later
But still held in the e3mbrace of the same Wisdom they sought
Found
Lord, open my soul to your wisdom and truth
Readings and Gospel
Wisdom 7:22, 8:1 * Psalm 119:89-91, 130, 135, 175
Luke 17:20-25
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