For those who engage in building illusions
the higher they build the greater the ruins.
Drunk on chianti
Pissoir frizzante
It’s a climate change warning
when your globals are warming.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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Three good ones Michael, the first one is so true.
Andy
Michael,
I’ll drink to that!
Salute🍷🍷
Love your couplets and
your artwork.
Bravo, Maestro!👏🏻👏🏻
Laura🌻
P.S.- My love to your dear Jeanne. I hope she’s doing better.❤️
Hi Laura. Jeanne is back on IV and the effects are beginning to show again. Hardly sleeping and feeling very weak. It's draining for us both but the alternative isn't worth contemplating - lets hope it settles down as her body adjusts. Artwise still selling but not producing much at the moment. Are you okay?
Good writes and pic M. Has Miss Berles got Spirograph?
I understand she does similar pics.
The first one: from a hymn:
'With what care and toil he [man/woman] buildeth,
Tower and temple fall to dust'.
You're thinking 0f Rhonda Berles - do you know any long bow repairers?
Ha ha - you have just made my morning Mike - love your sense of humour and sending you thanks.
☺☺
Thanks Michael for your latest contributions to the merriment which sometimes breaks out on MPS.
Each deserve some endorsement (‘cept the middle one – never got on with foreign words English is wot does me.)
Your numero uno (I does try) Reminds me of the old Psych joke (perhaps appreciated – or not – by at least one other poet here…): ‘Neurotics build castles in the air; psychotics go live in them; Psychiatrists collect the rent’.
My own globes warm very slowly these days – it is to be hoped that actual global warming is at an even slower pace.
Ah the middle one - my favourite - I'll drink to it.
That's good - all three deserve some support from somewhere - it's just that you will have to find a more sophisticated drinking companion than me, sadly.
My Glow balls are warming next to a radiator this cold winter morn as we prepare to transit into winter real.... what surprises will climate change bring us this season?
I agree with Goldfinch that the first of your three is profound and applies in all walks of life.
You picture today made me wonder whether spiders have an artistic appreciation of their, and others, webs. Could that be an inspiration for a cartoon? An ex planted a spider picture in my mind of a spider with dreadlocks, still makes me smile.
Don't let them get too hot - if they do put on your cross your underpants for maximum aeration - they lift and seperate.
And points for the artwork of course! So glad you're here Michael.
Thanks Lorna - still around.lol
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