Chris Sturdy

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You sunburnt sicklemen, of August weary,
Come hither from the furrow and be merry.
Make holiday: your rye-straw hats put on,
And these fresh nymphs encounter every one
In country footing.

Seven moons of humdrum, yea creep on past
Hurry on by; then year's eighth month, at last
Enforce time off earnt for your weary mind
untuck your usual work shirt, rest unwind.
Cheery, gone, bye!

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"Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world. Indeed, it's the only thing that ever has." Margaret Mead

Charity did much good and delight.
No humane and humble act putting right a wrong's too small.
Never the size, ever the effect that matters a lot.

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I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.

Who wouldn't want what these words picture?
I evoke quality; blind see vibrant mixture.
Scent with abiding knowhow led one's nose
I speak, I woo, I smell dew on high hedgerows.

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Chris
Meaning: Special

You bring so many
Unique talents to bear
You really are special
And truly do care
Your touch is golden
You have that flair
For devising creations
That demand such care
You'll always be prized
As a gem so rare
As long as your talents
You promise to share

Crass
Nominal praise

Some people say it's lazy
A bland collective hug
Buy a cheery article
A dreary yearly shrug
Real unfancy poetry
Anodyne as any drug
Not clever or audacious
Or so horrid as a slug
It is not a question
Of whether I am smug
It has to be true
It's all done on a mug!

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Oh, The grand old Duke of York,
He had ten thousand men;
He marched them up to the top of the hill,
And he marched them down again.
And when they were up, they were up,
And when they were down, they were down,
And when they were only half-way up,
They were neither up nor down.

Not enough thought went into the plot of the nursery rhyme war.
How can we deny the fact you knew not at the midway path whether people needed to walk forward or run home harder?

Why deny he led when unhappy, when muddled; and we hear he hid when he heeded an enemy.

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"Great fleas have little fleas upon their backs to bite 'em,
And little fleas have lesser fleas, and so ad infinitum.
And the great fleas themselves, in turn, have greater fleas to go on,
While these again have greater still, and greater still, and so on."

A Tale of Beasts and Tenants

See a neat fractal world involving parasites,
Loan a bit of Latin grammar; that heightens the delights.
A self-referential verse he likes, all the levels are foregone;
The devil's in the detail feels Augustus De Morgan.

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Updated: May 10, 2016


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