Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis Poems
A Fair Risk Rashly I shot an arrow in the air,
And, as my shaft into the zenith sped,I knew 'twas bound to fall some time, somewhere;
A Morning Song The thrush is in the wattle tree, an', 'O, you pretty dear!'
He's callin' to his little wife for all the bush to hear.He's wantin' all the bush to know about his charmin' hen;
The March In early, prehistoric days, before the reign of Man,
When neolithic Nature fashioned things upon a planThat was large as it was rugged, and, in truth, a trifle crude,
Frankenstein We roam about the countryside
And view the farmlands rolling wideA picture surely this of peace, of planty.
Youth Revisited Can this be the old town of wheat-teams and saddle-hacks,
Of Ted Toll's smithy, with the anvil ringing clear,Of stacks in the station yard, and stockmen, and farming hands,
The Over-fed Fuse He has made many meals
On the Lib'rals of late,And the way that he feels
Bendigo A golden maid whose golden voice
Calls to the northern lands,Of riches she has had her choice.
The Down-hill Track The dawnin' of prosperity
Recalls (said old George Jones)When I was young, a song we sung,
'i Dips Me Lid' 'Young sir,' 'E sez . . . Like that . . . It made me feel
Romantic like, as if me dream was reel. 'Is dress was fancy, an' 'is style was grave.
The Glug Quest Follow the river and cross the ford,
Follow again to the wobbly bridge,Turn to the left at the notice board,
Fred Do you know Fred? Now there's a man to know
These days when politics are in the air, An' argument is bargin' to an' fro
Jim's Girl ''Oo is that girl,' sez Digger Smith,
That never seems to bother withNo blokes: the bint with curly 'air?
The Expert Bill? Oh, him ... Well, he's taken a knock.
Real sad when I spoke to him last;Sufferin' like from a nasty shock.
The Call Don't yeh hear them callin, to yeh, callin' to yeh, lad?
Where the skyline's smeared an' grey with cannon smoke,There's a crowd o' chaps that knew yeh;
Lorne Where the road's white bracelet runs
Round the cliff 'twixt bush and sea,Gleaming 'neath the summer's suns
The Hymn Lord, Who, from Thy high position,
See'th the humble politician,Knoweth all his secret schemes,
The Exiles They were a merrie companie,
Who'd dwelt together all these years;A little mixed in type, maybe;
A Few Lines To Beauty Girls!
You with the bobbed hair or Mary Pickford curls,Likewise you others
The Magpie Lark By lagoons and reedy places,
Where the little river racesBy the lips of dreaming pools
As Between Pensioners ''Tis precious stuff,' said old George Jones
'When men sore needs a fall;Tho' how or why it comes, I owns
It Was Never Contemplated When old ADAM bit the apple,
And thereafter had to grappleWith hard toil to earn his daily bread by sweat,
The Gloomy Victorian Where is this glum Victorian
This man of mien forlorn Fit but for some historian
The Axeman High on the hills, where the tall trees grow,
There lives an axeman that 1 know.From his little hut by a ferny creek,
The Wonders Of The One Pound Note Brothers!
You .... with but a sixpence in your pocket, and you with half a 'quid,' and you with a solid bank balance, and sundry others;
March Of Memories Left, right - left, right . . .
We march today for memories (the grizzled Digger said)Memories of lost dreams and comrades gone ahead
Old Town Types No 20 - Mr Blades The Butcher Mr Blades, the butcher, was a large and beefy man,
'Best him at a cattle deal,' 'twas said, 'no other can.'He ate a lot and drank a lot and had a lot to say,
Polly Dibbs Mrs Dibbs - Polly Dibbs,
Standing at a tub,Washing other people's clothes -
The Fowl A noble lesson this should teach,
Dear children unto you.If other people's goods you reach,
The Heritage Of Ease Are we so flabby, and are we so soft?
I have pondered the question long and oft;And happy-go-lucky we may appear
Introducing The Day Family Sun Day is a simple child,
Face new washed and shining;In the morning prim and mild
Spring Delirium Gold days give way to sudden rain,
But what, I ask, of that?For I am my own man again,
The Traveller As I rode in to Burrumbeet,
I met a man with funny feet;And, when I paused to ask him why
The Drought King's Trumpeter Said old Pete, the Pensioner:
'I met him down the roadWhere, twixt the shadders of the gums,
Aha! Beware Aha! Beware! I know your guilty past!
I was a witness of that secret crime.One word! and all your fondest hopes I blast.
The Martyr Of Bovinia She milked the cow; and all the morn was hushed
(It was a beast that never kicked or rushed)The startled dicky-birds of early Spring
The Triantiwontigongolope There's a very funny insect that you do not often spy,
And it isn't quite a spider, and it isn't quite a fly;It is something like a beetle, and a little like a bee,
An Apt Pupil Knockin' about (said Benny, the Tough)
By the Rocks an' Woolloomooloo,Oh, I was a low-brow, right enough,
Kisses And The Rhythmic Principle My dear ladies - that is to say, those of you who may happen inadvertently to glance through this dreadful paper
Most of you, no doubt, have felt impelled, at one time or another, to lightly caperRound and about a ballroom, clasped in the manly and purely platonic embrace of some intellectual affinity - some male bird of your type.
'bobbie' For Brotherhood Lang syne I penned a mickle rhyme
That muckle grief brocht to my soul;For critics said 'twas aye a crime
Country Roads ~ Pretty Sally The diggers came from Bendigo,
From Albury the drovers,From where the Goulburn waters flow
I Wonder I wonder what the Jacks have got to laugh and laugh about.
I'm sure the worms don't see the joke when Jacky digs them out.I wonder which is best: a rich plum-pudding stuffed with plums,
Bridles For Butterflies They must not talk....That strong and silent creature,
The male of homo sapiens, bears the banWith calm aplomb. Speech is a trivial feature
'bosses Don't Seem Right' - A Christmas Monologue The thing's all wrong (I sez to â??im)
Now look, there's this â??ere Monday, Jim,Comes before Christmas. Be a toff
The Teacher I'd like to be a teacher, and have a clever brain,
Calling out, 'Attention, please!' and 'Must I speak in vain?'I'd be quite strict with boys and girls whose minds I had to train,
Redivivus To-day I took old rhymes that I had written.
And read them through, each one unto the end:When with a swift nostalgia was I smitten,
A Hymn Of Heat When Summer comes
To silence the retreating drumsOf stubborn Winter, when content
The Dominant Male Your place is by my side, my dear,
A-holding of my handWhen I am feeling rather queer
War Song Sing a song o' Hempire
Mother's took a fit,Nasty Germans buildin' ships,
Fitzmickle Unbends Mr Fitzmickle, the martinet,
Still with an iron handRules house and home. Like a peevish gnome
Inured Young man about to marry,
Don't hesitate, I pray;No need for you to tarry
Total 714 poems written by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis