#ambrose the poet

[ambrosethepoet]

SELTSAMES FEST

Zum Video by Lady Aislinn

Die Kaiserin war einst fürbass Und liess die hübschen füsschen baumeln Zum wohlsein hob man glas um glas Der hof geriet beim fest ins taumeln. Denn seltsam war die feier sehr Ein maskenspiel von seltnen gästen Denn kätzchen leckten fässer leer Und gaben geschnurre zum besten. Die vampire schlürften rotes gebräu Es spielten die schiefsten fanfaren Die pizza lief gut so modisch und neu Man rülpste und trank darauf klaren. Frau Kaiserin war hocherfreut Sie tanzte mit mädchen quadrille Doch letztlich zum nacht-geläut Da herrschte am hofe die stille.

(Nur der Kaiser sitzt noch beim wein Und schreibt seiner Kaiserin lieder. Lustig wie dieses festelein Kommt so schnell keines wieder! Schreibt es - und schläft danach ein.)

by Ambrose the Poet

#poetambrose #ambrose the poet #deutsche verse #dichtkunst #gedicht #lyrik #poesie #poetry #poets on tumblr

[rosen-und-disteln]

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Ludwig der Zweite von Bayern & Elisabeth von Österreich: Auch sie schrieben Gedichte, wie in diesem Video (by Lady Aislinn) gezeigt wird . . .

#poet ambrose #ladyaislinn #ladyaislinn69 #YouTube #ludwig ii #kaiserin elisabeth #ambrose the poet

[scatteredthoughts2]

SILENT IS THE NIGHT.

Silent is the night,

when everyone's asleep,

No one hears my pain,

no one hears me weep.

Everyone's in dreamland,

and no one will ever see,

How lonely is my night,

how I ache to dream with thee.

@Ambrose Harte

@Scattered Thoughts

#ambrose harte #writerscreed #poetry on tumblr #poets on tumblr #poetselixir #smittenbypoetry #poetryportal #poetrysavedfromobscurity #scattered thoughts #so many tears

[weepingfoxfury]

If I were a rock, what rock would I be? Covered in ivy, sat beneath trees? ... Ambrose is the biggest rock that lives here ... not that he's in the pictures today ... he informed me that the concert last night had wrecked his rocky head, and that some of his relatives would be posing instead. Thelma is first, with Tring and Tryng at her feet ... then we have Wallace, whose smile is a treat ... and last we have Devlin who sang such a note, that the undergrowth came and gave him a coat. All rocks like to flock and so that is why, there's much to be said for the fact they can't fly ...

#i love my rock #ambrose #rocks #relatives #fiction #poets on tumblr #writers of tumblr #naturecore #photographers on tumblr #original photography on tumblr #naturephotography #ivycore #humour #bit of daft

[beauty-forever]

Menschenfleisch: Eigenartige Gedichte

In der österreichischen Literatur haben der schwarze Humor, das Makabre, ja, auch der boshafte Witz einen festen Platz. Dietmar Füssel knüpft hier an und ist doch originell im besten Sinne: Eigenartig nennt er seine Gedichte, das sind sie. Und wie … Durch die scheinbar niedliche Form gereimter Strophen geistern Monster, Menschenfresser, beißwütige Tiere – aber auch skrupellose Gangster, ungute Lehrer, ignorante Polizisten, Ehefrauen auf Abwegen, Mädchen, die keine sind. Wer sich zugesteht, laut zu lachen über auch derbe Scherze anstatt bloß verschämt zu grinsen, wer dabei dennoch das Hinterfragen des scheinbar Normalen wagen will, der ist bei „Menschenfleisch“ richtig! quelle

#ladyaislinn #poet ambrose #mads mikkelsen #menschenfleisch

[arcadiiian]

i was supposed to make a second page of wardrobe references and then i blacked out for 2 hours and drew this instead

#he’s so cute i think cyril should faint upon first meeting him #the poet blouse wikipedia page is nearly barren it’s so sad #ambrose #digital art #illustration #sketch #oc #original story #trans art #transmasc #victorian fashion #victorian era #poet blouse #queer art #homosexuality off the charts #alt text #accessible art #arcadiiian art

[werewolfetone]

If I ever had to meet Ambrose Bierce I would show him Dead Poets Society because I think that all of the Whitman stuff would definitely make him combust on the spot out of sheer rage

#bierce was the guy who said whitman's poetry disproves the existence of a benevolent god btw #ambrose bierce #bierce #walt whitman #whitman #dead poets society #dark academia #tw death

[blujayonthewing]

me: juniper loves poetry and is definitely the kind of person to write bad love poems in her diary I should actually write some of those haha

me: ...... when was the last time I wrote a poem. do I even know how to do that anymore

#it wouldn't have to be GOOD it categorically OUGHT to be thoroughly mediocre but STILL... STILL #... I feel like it sounds like I'm slam dunking on June constantly shdjgkshs I SWEAR I'm not trying to be mean #she has other talents! it's funny to talk about her being an awkward dweeb but she IS good at things too I swear ajdjfksjsk #anyway that's beside the point which is: I forgot how to poetry I think #I MEAN I have not tried yet but I feel... intimidated thinking about it #like I'm not even sure how to start #at least I don't have to worry about Abandoned Campaign Boy Ambrose who is an actual literal poet #and whose poetry theoretically ought to be legitimately good lol #about me #my OCs #juniper

[krokaxe]

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WIP Game of Birds • Linus belongs to @koilarist.

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🐦 A ROMANTIC QUOTE

To yearn is an affliction, if his aunt is to be believed, but he's accustomed to swallowing everything he might ever pine for, let alone ever say outloud.

Ambrose runs his fingers down the knots of Linus' spine slowly, letting the bone suggest a firmer grasp through the heavy fabric of the robe. Linus doesn't move— he doesn't so much as twitch in his sleep.

He daren't hold him any harder than he already does.

Linus is so unlike him. Where Ambrose is warm saturation— his hair summer's gold and skin rich with warmth— Linus is the water's murmur; his hair falls in flaxen whispers and his skin, a smooth canvas stretch over his sleek bones, is fair enough to contrast his own.

He's by no means shorter, but Ambrose finds that Linus fits against the wall of his chest just fine in moments like these regardless.

There is something to be said for fusion of colour; where the flora meets the water's kiss and blooms up twice as bright. Linus might be blue dye, but Ambrose is nothing if not silk willing to be painted; together they'd make lavender.

He runs his fingers back up his spine, then closes his eyes when he's sure Linus will sleep through his imposed cat nap. Poetry will have to wait.

🦩DEALER'S CHOICE

Their phone clatters as it hits the tiles. The sound is much too large in the grimy bathroom; it bounces around the cracked ceramic and shakes their teeth by the roots.

The club's bass reverberates like it might slough years worth of graffiti from the walls and the dreary, jaundiced light above sputters like it knows every beat of Felix's heart.

Their mouth tastes like copper. They spit the chemical aftertaste into the sink, leaving an ugly smear of blood that clings to the limescale stains and the dust—

The door handle rattles. Felix lifts their chin, watching the door through the cracked mirror glass as a muffled voice demands, "Open up, Fe! I know you're in there—"

Felix inhales as they straighten up. The door hinges begin to strain behind them so, once they've retrieved their phone from the floor, they curl their fingers around the cistern's lid.

It takes more effort for Abigail to kick the bathroom door in than it does for Felix to bring the lid down over her head.

#krok.txt #Line: Acta Non Verba #OC: Ambrose #OC: Felix #Koil: Linus #No context we die in the bubbles of emotion like poets #Ty for the ask <3 #I'm forever doing 800 things that I don't intend to share so it's nice to punt things about

[ladyaislinn]

Aislinn! ich seh' dich fröhlich so wie nie, diese schönste der Idee sie heißt Fantasie; oh! ich kenn' die Quelle zu stiften ein Reich aus Träumen, die helle, dem Musenkuss gleich: du schaust auf die Welt aus den Lüften vor: dein strahlender Held brachte Glanz und Humor. Und N in seinem schwarzen Reich, der wird vor Eifersucht ganz bleich, Der E, schon lange ganz verschwunden, der leckt sich schweigend seine Wunden. Auch R vermisst man eigentlich sehr wenig, er ist auf seinem Esel König. Ein Requiem auf die da geh'n, es war (nicht immer) wunderschön..

und....auf ein Wiederseh'n (?) by Ambrose the Poet (and Lady Aislinn)

#ladyaislinn #poet ambrose #poets on tumblr

[boricuacherry-blog]

Elizabeth Johnston Ambrose

#poetry #writers and poets #poem #christianity #baptism #fundamentalism #elizabeth johnston ambrose

[ambrosethepoet]

#poetambrose #ambrose the poet #poet ambrose #cats of tumblr #frederick #ginger cat

[rosen-und-disteln]

● video

Aus dem Videozyklus "Ludwig II. von Bayern"

by LadyAislinn

Und von der insel moosgekrönter steine Verliess der schwan das spiel des wasserfalls Und legte in die kinderhand die feine Die schmeichelnde den schlanken hals.

Stefan George

#poet ambrose #ambrose the poet #ladyaislinn #ludwig ii #YouTube

[scatteredthoughts2]

Distances So Wide.

I died the day you went away,

I broke up all inside,

I felt my world just slip away,

Like the ebbing of the tide.

I prayed that you'd come back someday,

But the distance was too wide,

My life, my love, had gone away,

And I hung my head and cried.

I begged and pleaded with you to stay,

To be my blushing bride,

But you just smiled and turned away,

And my pleading you denied.

And now there's nothing left to say,

I'm all broken up inside,

My life, my love, has flown away,

And the distance is so wide.

@Ambrose Harte

@Scattered Thoughts

#ambrose harte #writerscreed #poetry on tumblr #poets on tumblr #poetselixir #smittenbypoetry #poetryportal #poetrysavedfromobscurity #scattered thoughts #so many tears

[aziraphales-library]

Erm-

Helloo‼️‼️

Havent asked before but, so here we go!

would you have any Artist Aziraphale recommendations? Or Artist Crowley?

Either one would be alright! —

You all are all angels,

thank you for making this blog!!! :D

Hi. We have #artist aziraphale and #artist crowley tags. Here are a couple more to add to both tags...

A Portrait For You by Izabella95 (T)

Aziraphale gets dragged out for the evening but not without bringing his sketchbook. He notices someone across the way and has to draw them. Anathema thinks he should give the drawing to the stranger. What could go wrong?

One Golden Glance (Of What Should Be) by Sunjinjo (G)

His first batch of pieces had all been starscapes, and increasingly big and dramatic ones at that. It’d turned out he’d really needed to get a lot of pent-up celestial creativity out of his system. Crowley discovers a new hobby. It might actually be a really old one, though, and the same sort of applies to Aziraphale. Can be read as a standalone work.

A Thousand Words by Kat_Rowe (T)

Aziraphale's been keeping a sketchbook for thousands of years. Crowley never knew that before, but somehow, it's no longer very surprising to him that he appears quite frequently.

The Poet's Eye by HolyCatsAndRabbits (E)

(Note that Aziraphale is called Ambrose in this fic) Ambrose watched Crowley stir into wakefulness just after the sun had fully risen. Ambrose was wearing a robe, sitting at the desk in his bedroom, scribbling out lines and phrases and sketches, trying to somehow capture Crowley on paper. Ambrose had never recited poetry during sex before, let alone written poetry while holding someone in his arms. He had, on occasion, stayed up all night frantically filling a notebook with ideas. Just not while staring at the man who’d fucked him the night before until he’d seen stars and all manner of other visions. Ambrose realized what had happened around three a.m., when he was in the middle of a series of drawings focusing on the line of Crowley’s neck as it curved up from his shoulder and then met the pillow. Ambrose had fallen into using "the poet’s eye" during sex, and he was still using it now, unable to stop seeing Crowley as a living work of art. It was the way he’d first glimpsed Crowley in the park, and here, with the beautiful firefighter lying naked in his bed, Ambrose was filling notebooks about him. The poor man had become his muse.

The Grand Design of Art and Coffee by kahlannightwing (E)

When sharply-dressed Anthony Crowley entered Azira Fell's coffee shop, the last thing the ex-bookseller expected was for him to be attracted to the painter. This was just a stop, per Gabriel's insistence, on Crowley's way to get rid of his art block. It was certainly not permission for Azira to develop feelings! Could it be that Crowley can fall as hard as he has?

Out of Suffering Into Love by Slow_Burn_Sally (E)

Aziraphale is a sexually repressed man who grew up in a religious household. Crowley is an artist with a sordid past. Both of them are afraid to love and be loved.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #artist aziraphale #artist crowley #mod d #adult omens

[beauty-forever]

▪ video mads mikkelsen

QU “Is there a life philosophy that you feel has carried you through your career?”  “My approach to what I do in my job – and it might even be the approach to my life – is that everything I do is the most important thing I do. Whether it’s a play or the next film. It is the most important thing. I know it’s not going to be the most important thing, and it might not be close to being the best, but I have to make it the most important thing.” He continued: “That means I will be ambitious with my job and not with my career. That’s a very big difference, because if I am ambitious about my career, everything I do now is just stepping-stones leading to something – a goal I might never reach, and so everything will be disappointing. But if I make everything important, then eventually it will become a career. Big, or small, we don’t know. But at least everything was important.” MM

#ladyaislinn #poet ambrose #mads mikkelsen #quote