Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis Poems

  • 51.  
    Not for any airs and graces
    When, to lonely, silent places Men return in memory,
  • 52.  
    The swallows are back, and I'm tuning my lyre,
    For today 'tis my duty to sing A melodious lay that is graciously gay
  • 53.  
    When we went singing down the road,
    In days when want was not a goad, Dull care behind us flinging,
  • 54.  
    If ole Pharaoh, King of Egyp', 'ad been gazin' on the scene
    'E'd' ave give the A.I.F. a narsty name When they done their little best to scrub 'is dirty Kingdom clean,
  • 55.  
    'I hear them speak of a Fed'ral site
    Where shall arise a city bright Mother, where is this bonzer spot?
  • 56.  
    'E 'ad spragged me before for the loan of a quid.
    But I told 'im straight out I was broke. Still 'e would 'ang around me, wotever I did.
  • 57.  
    I've never met a man who hated dogs....
    One meets with all sorts as through life he jogs The mean ones, and the vain ones, and the rash,
  • 58.  
    'Yer honor, please!' the prisoner said,
    'It isn't wot you think. To look on wine when it is red
  • 59.  
    Oh, foolish flapper, keen to be
    Considered cute and up-to-date, Sit down a while and hark to me,
  • 60.  
    Reynard, the fox, was asked to a party.
    "Come", they said, in your Sunday best, For we like good form, tho' the fun be hearty;
  • 61.  
    Old Pete Parraday, he isn't very wise
    Or so the local gossips say - They love to criticise His crazy views and values, and the things he counts worth while.
  • 62.  
    Who wants a nice white elephant,
    Quite fit in wind and limb? An ornament for any gent
  • 63.  
    'I wish't yeh menat it, Bill.' Oh, 'ow me 'eart
    Went out to 'er that evnin' on the beach. I knew she weren't no ordinary tart,
  • 64.  
    Wavin' corn upon the hillside,
    Twinklin' daisies on the rise, Mystic bushes across the ranges,
  • 65.  
    We have heard of the mythical lands of the East
    And of caliphs and sultans galore; Of Haroun al Raschid, of Abdul the beast,
  • 66.  
    Here my fancy finished; so,
    Dreaming, I could clearly see How he galloped. This was no
  • 67.  
    The dignity of Camperdown
    Is not to be denied, Where Leura looks upon the town
  • 68.  
    Oh, we might have a marvellous city
    Were we only less keen on cash Less avid for things - more's the pity
  • 69.  
    Hoping you will not deem it rude,
    I'd like to call an interlude In our remarkable array
  • 70.  
    These English actors are too mild,
    Who seek to have their wrongs redressed. No manager may be beguiled
  • 71.  
    Today I met a happy man
    Greeting the glad new year. About his face the sunbeams ran
  • 72.  
    They fights their fights and they hunt their game,
    As they did before the white man came, Far in the unexplored Outback,
  • 73.  
    'Peter the 'Ermit was a 'oly bloke,'
    The parson sez, 'wot chivvied coves to war.' 'Too right,' I chips. 'I've 'eard that yarn before.'
  • 74.  
    The throstle now in English lanes
    Bids Summer strew her dear delights. . . . But we, intent on cricket gains,
  • 75.  
    Out across the spinifex, out across the sand,
    Out across the saltbush to Never Never land That's the way the drovers go, jogging down the track -
  • 76.  
    Now is the day when arrant fools
    Play outworn tricks on sober men! But, for the thoughtful soul that schools
  • 77.  
    Dear Boy
    As it appears to us old fogeys If you'll excuse the term that we adopt
  • 78.  
    A vase upon the mantelpiece,
    A ship upon the sea, A goat upon a mountain-top
  • 79.  
    Gimme the town an' its clamour an' clutter;
    I ain't very fond of the bush; For my cobbers are coves of the gardens and gutter-
  • 80.  
    Well, I don't know. Maybe it's quite all right,
    And maybe it is I who am perverse, Finding in this unedifying sight
  • 81.  
    I must go down to the shops again, to the crowded shops go I
    And all I have is a long list of the gifts that I must buy, And a few bob in the old kick and a mere spot of credit;
  • 82.  
    We were cartin' lathes and palin's from the slopes of Mount St. Leonard,
    With our axles near the road-bed and the mud as stiff as glue; And our bullocks weren't precisely what you'd call conditioned nicely,
  • 83.  
    Son of our King: When yoemen sailed
    From Britain to expand her sway, The coward from High venture quailed,
  • 84.  
    Mr Jeremiah Jeffers
    Owned a pair of spotted heifers These he sold for two pounds ten
  • 85.  
    Oh, I've got a lovely story that I've thought out all myself.
    It will make a gorgeous picture, I am sure. (Mind, it isn't for the money, for I am not keen on pelf,
  • 86.  
    There's a bleak, black world without,
    And the rain falls fast; And the wind, with a whine and a shout,
  • 87.  
    We mean to say, it never has been granted
    That anyone but England could decide, In the crease or at the wicket,
  • 88.  
    Where Feathertop frowns thro' the winter scud,
    Where Buffalo broods on high, Dwells she, a lass of royal blood,
  • 89.  
    Tho' I own I have no adequate proofs
    Of this queer tale of the quaint old Goophs The Goophs who dwelt in the land of Guph
  • 90.  
    I detest the Carrion Crow! (He's a raven, don't you know?)
  • 91.  
    The Chinese are an old, old race,
    In mystic lore exceeding wise. Accustomed thro' the year to trace
  • 92.  
    (I address myself to that chosen few - which includes you, My dear reader - who
  • 93.  
    Come mourn with me for the land of Gosh,
    Oh, weep with me for the luckless Glugs Of the land of Gosh, where the sad seas wash
  • 94.  
    Wot price ole Ginger Mick? 'E's done a break -
    Gone to the flamin' war to stoush the foe. Wus it fer glory, or a woman's sake?
  • 95.  
    Said old George Jones: 'All in a hundred years.
    'Tis little time enough, and well may make This youthful country proud among its peers
  • 96.  
    I've crawled; I've eaten dirt; I've lied a treat;
    I've dodged the cops an' led a double life; I've readied up wild tales to tell me wife,
  • 97.  
    Fierce on the wheat-sown Mallee plain
    The ruthless summer suns burned down, And dust-storms, heralding the rain,
  • 98.  
    Old Pete Parraday, he toddles up the road,
    'Dangin'' things and 'darn in'' things and hefting of his load For yesterday was pension day, Peter has his goods:
  • 99.  
    Alas, my dear, be you high-born,
    Or just a Sydney cutie, I fear you've earned a he-man's scorn
  • 100.  
    I'd like to be a porter, and always on the run,
    Calling out, 'Stand aside!' and asking leave of none. Shoving trucks on people's toes, and having splendid fun,
Total 714 poems written by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

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