Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis Poems

  • 501.  
    Ah, prithee friend, if thou has ought
    Of love and kind regard for meTell not you bore the stories droll
  • 502.  
    Behold the undergraduate
    A most amusing fellowIn all his jesting up-to-date
  • 503.  
    A little of fretting, a little of getting,
    A little of slaving and saving, may be;A little of spending, a little of lending
  • 504.  
    'Outgoing: the Ooonah for Burnie'....
    How often the radio spoke;Till the stout little ship and her journey
  • 505.  
    We have heard the cheering, brothers,
    We have heard the martial peal;We have seen the soldiers marching
  • 506.  
    Spring surely must be near. High over head
    The kind blue heavens bend to timbers tall;And here, this morning, is the picture spread
  • 507.  
    Women is strange. You take my tip; I'm wise.
    I know enough to know I'll never knowThe 'uman female mind, or wot su'prise
  • 508.  
    Hist! . . . . . . Hark!
    The night is very dark,And we've to go a mile or so
  • 509.  
    'Excuse me if I sit on you,' the cup said to the saucer.
    'I fear I've been here all the afternoon.''Spare excuses,' said the saucer; 'you have sat on me before, sir.'
  • 510.  
    There's a breeze about the mountains, it is singin' in the trees
    A song to mock the little men who chose to live at ease,Or play at toil or pleasure where their fellows crowd and push;
  • 511.  
    It's up an' down, as me father said,
    An' his as went before him Good days could never turn his head
  • 512.  
    Underneath a tree I lie,
    Watching with lack lustre eye,All those little trivial things
  • 513.  
    Becos a crook done in a prince, an' narked an Emperor,
    An' struck a light that set the world aflame;Becos the bugles East an' West sooled on the dawgs o' war,
  • 514.  
    I love you, dear, o' morn and moon.
    I love your ev'ry mood and guise;But, neath the soft, enchanting moon,
  • 515.  
    O, fellow Australians, listen, attend:
    We must cease our contemptuous swearingAnd cursing and sneering at Bull's colored friend,
  • 516.  
    Sadly sobbing, sadly sobbing,
    Rolls the restless wireless sea,Where the wireless waves go bobbing
  • 517.  
    'I've seen so much uv dirt an' grime
    I'm mad to 'ave things clean.I've seen so much uv death,' 'e said --
  • 518.  
    There was never a hint, when I was a boy,
    That the joy of the wilds might bring man joy;Never a thought that a wild thing slain
  • 519.  
    We curse our lot; we gird at fate;
    Like peevish children we complain;Hope dies, and life grows desperate
  • 520.  
    'I've seen so much uv dirt an' grime
    I'm mad to 'ave things clean.I've seen so much uv death,' 'e said
  • 521.  
    There on the quay sobbed Bones, A.B.,
    And he took me by the hand.Says he to me, 'I've quit the sea
  • 522.  
    Beneath a lamp in Spring-street, on a recent calm spring night,
    I came unwittingly upon a most pathetic sight;A sorry spectacle of woe - a limp, despondent Bloke
  • 523.  
    'Young friend,' 'e sez . . . Young friend! Well, spare me days!
    Yeh'd think I wus 'is own white 'eaded boy The queer ole finger, wiv 'is gentle ways.
  • 524.  
    This is the listening week of the year
    Listening-in.A-cock and alert is the national ear
  • 525.  
    'When I'm sittin' in me dug-out wiv me rifle on me knees,
    An' a yowlin', 'owlin' chorus comes a-floatin' up the breeze Jist a bit o' 'Bonnie Mary' or 'Long Way to Tipperary'
  • 526.  
    Trouble brews along the border for the word has got around
    That blokes an' coves an' coots must mind their tongues;Out about the long dry stages
  • 527.  
    So, they've struck their streak o' trouble, an' they got it in the neck,
    An' there's more than one ole pal o' mine 'as 'anded in 'is check;But Ginger still takes nourishment; 'e's well, but breathin' 'ard.
  • 528.  
    Back to the kicthen, mein Gretchen!
    Back to the scullery, frau!You have dreamed your brief hour of a matriarch's pow'r:
  • 529.  
    Heigh, ho! But they're talking, talking,
    As the cold, hard streets we're walkingSeeking work at any wage,
  • 530.  
    This we have said: 'We shall remember them.'
    And deep our sorrow while the deed was young.Even as David mourned for Absolem
  • 531.  
    Alfred Ebenezer Jackson was a very earnest man,
    Who aspired to be a statesman, and he consequently ranAt a general election as the Candid Candidate,
  • 532.  
    What crass, abysmal ignorance! Forlorn!
    Despite his looks, the man must be half-witted!They gasped for air; they gazed on him in scorn,
  • 533.  
    I reckon (said Dad) that the country's pests
    Is this here wireless an' these here Tests.Up to the house and around the door,
  • 534.  
    Eight days to beer! A sigh sweeps thro' the nation
    Sweeps like a gale from 'Frisco to New York.('Say! But it's tough, this long anticipation.
  • 535.  
    'Gentle brother, answer truly,
    Tell what you be.But, I pray, tax not unduly
  • 536.  
    'It's dogged as does it.' They've made it a saying,
    A motto to hold in that tight little isle To hold in their fighting and toiling and playing
  • 537.  
    In olden days the Old White Horse
    Stood brave against the sky;And ne'er a teamster shaped his course
  • 538.  
    'It's the dummy wot done it,' said Bleary Bill.
    'As a child I was out o' luck.A kid in me pram, that's wot I am
  • 539.  
    When Leonardo was a lad there was a certain set
    Who snubbed him most outrageously - in fact, they snub him yet He wasn't in the fashion, so he wasn't in the fold;
  • 540.  
    To this green place the tourists troop,
    By twos, by threes, and group by group,Lads in bright blazers, girls in slacks,
  • 541.  
    With the advent of the Autumn
    Trees behave as Nature taught 'em;Maple, Sumach, Plum and Poplar, and the Chestnut known as Horse,
  • 542.  
    'E wouldn't play the flute; the sulky cow.
    An', after all the trouble that we tookTo try an' cheer,'is spirits up some'ow,
  • 543.  
    Oh, praise me now if you would please
    My soul with soothing flatteries.Praise with my living clay agrees.
  • 544.  
    Flippity-flop! Flippity-flop!
    Here comes the butcher to bring us a chopCantering, cantering down the wide street
  • 545.  
    Aye, call it murder is ye will!
    'Tis not the crime I fear.If his cold curse would but lie still
  • 546.  
    Now, a cove the name of Blabb, a politician,He's a haughty sort o' high pan-jan-dee-ram;
  • 547.  
    The earliest lady in the land,
    Her pride of caste is high.Where blue Corio's gleaming strand
  • 548.  
    Spare a bloom of blue, lady,
    To adorn a bower.A violet will do, lady
  • 549.  
    When Ned was a neophyte nobody heeded him.
    No man could prophesy, none could foretellHow, when the day came that the populace needed him,
  • 550.  
    She never nagged; she never said no word;
    But sat an' looked at me an' never stirred. I could 'a' bluffed it out if she 'ad been
Total 714 poems written by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

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