Long Ambrose Poems
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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.
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.
(Inspired by: Mother Liniel Ambrose)
The sadist sings no songs to God
They dance to bells they ring
'Till one mightier within them sing
They'll sit in the land of nod.
Sad people's songs affords them might
They see the hands of God
Carving providence from heavy logs
The weak is made strong, that's right.
They sing because singing is prayer
Or t e s t i m o n i e s, too
Their converse with the Source chases blues
Sooner than soon, God will appear.
Sad singer's song does reach new heights
They hear the voice of God
Serenity is gem He affords
Most of all, He gives delight.
*
(J.P. Hopps, 1831-1911) Petitioned thus:
*
"Father, lead me day by day
Ever in Thine own sweet way
Teach me to be pure and true
Show me what I ought to do.
When in danger, make me brave
Make me know that Thou canst save
Keep me safe by Thy dear side
Let me in Thy love abide.
When I'm tempted to do wrong
Make me steadfast, wise and strong
And when all alone I stand
Shield me with Thy mighty hand.
When my heart is full of glee
Help me to remember Thee
Happy most of all to know
That my Father loves me so..."
(Mother Liniel Ambrose signature song
When she felt lonely in London, as Missionary...)
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
Form:
Dear, Attorney Ambrose
What Caroline has been forced to indure has at the very least been detrimental to her brain development?
Her frontal lobes being at best seventy five percent if that developed.
Having been since I've been gone,
has caused her to be emotionally abused that has produced either heightened or prolonged activation of the stress system that will result in her later-life behavior.
And the bogus attempt to mollify me, based on my own abused experiences, leaves me with that sour taste,
the taste of disgust that one knows when being told to achieve an out come, that you already know.
Psychological expert's are now more sure than ever as to how these early-life experiences change the brain,
any reasonably intelligent person now knows
that the brain responds by changing its structure, gene expression, and function.
And to dismiss this reasonable argument should prohibit anyone who thinks else wise, from having
or playing a role in my daughters still developing mind.
Would you not agree?
How do we help a traumatized child recover?
There is no magical insight about an individual untrained in child abuse and their future behavior as was just recently tried in court by untrained D.C.F. worker's opining as to why Caroline was Baker acted.
Or that Caroline could understand the ramifications of her actions,
other than to find a way to extradite her self from that her group home surrounding's.
Where self reporting as you suggested, would in the future find her.
Right?
Instead, heightened caregiving and therapy involving social behavior is now the key.
Unfortunately all have for year's have known that Karen has never possessed the where with all
to change her self destructive behavior.
Attorney Ambrose, we are all social creatures, and our social interactions in early life design the brain to greatly influence the person that we will one day become.
Please Respond!
Sincerely,
James McLain
"50 Words for Poe: The Wicker Man"
Lost in the fire of his own mind
Lost in the fire of his own heart betrayed
Lost in the fire of his own life arraigned
Lost in the absence of Love, always
No Home
Man on Fire
Afraid
Freedom to be found in the fire of his own sorrow
Freedom to be found in the fire of his own soul
Freedom to be found in the fire of his own today n’ere tomorrow
Freedom to be found in the fire of his own higher-self to remember
Time now to let go
Time is not borrowed
Burn the past to find Home
The Ocean calls him Home calls him Home calls him Home
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
for Cerberus
off-page guarding his heart
https://youtu.be/NZ1o3mBbhws
"Man on Fire"/Gerrard
“It is said by the Eldar that in water there lives yet the echo of the Music of the Ainur more than in any substance that is in this Earth; and many of the Children of Ilúvatar hearken still unsated to the voices of the Sea, and yet know not for what they listen.” Tolkien, The Silmarillion
“Ocean, n. A body of water occupying about two-thirds of a world made for man — who has no gills.” Ambrose Bierce, The Unabridged Devil's Dictionary