C J Dennis Poems on Place (101 Poems)

Book Contents: Moods Of Ginger Mick (C J Dennis Poems)

MOODS OF GINGER MICK This book was dedicated to “THE BOYS WHO TOOK THE COUNT” The image is the front cover of the 1918, Angus & Robertson edition though the poems are from … Continue reading →

The Rhymes of Sym (C J Dennis Poems)

Nobody knew why it should be so;Nobody knew or wanted to know. It might have been checked had but someone dared To trace its beginnings; but nobody cared.But ’twas clear to the wise that the Glugs of those daysWere crazed … Continue reading →

The Kid (C J Dennis Poems)

My son! . . . Them words, jist like a blessed song,Is singin’ in me ‘eart the ‘ole day long; Over an’ over; while I’m scared I’ll wake Out of a dream, to find it all a fake. … Continue reading →

Rabbits (C J Dennis Poems)

Ar! Gimme fights wiv foeman I kin see, To upper-cut an’ wallop on the jor.Life in a burrer ain’t no good to me. ‘Struth! This ain’t war!Gimme a ding-dong go fer ‘arf a round,An’ you kin ‘ave … Continue reading →

Dummy Bridge (C J Dennis Poems)

If I’d ‘a’ played me Jack on that there Ten Sez Peter Begg, “I might ‘a’ made the lot.”“‘Ow could yeh?” barks ole Poole. “‘Ow could yeh, when I ‘ad me Queen be’ind?” Sez Begg, “Wot rot!I slung away me … Continue reading →

A Few Remarks on Goats, Asses and the Dead Hand (C J Dennis Poems)

I don’t mind kings and dukes and things; I don’t mind wigs or maces;I don’t mind crowns or robes or gowns Or ruffles, swords or laces -But what I do object to, and some others more than I,Are the mad … Continue reading →

Before the War (C J Dennis Poems)

Before the war, she sighs. “Before the war.” Then blinks ‘er eyes, an’ tries to work a smile.“Ole scenes,” she sez, “don’t look the same no more. Ole ways,” she sez, “seems to ‘ave changed their style. The pleasures that … Continue reading →

Blokes (C J Dennis Poems)

Blokes ~ ‘ErbDo you know ‘Erb? Now, there’s a dinkum sport. If football’s on your mind, why, ‘Erb’s the sort To put you wise. It’s his whole end and’ aim. Keen? He’s as keen as mustard on the … Continue reading →

Emily Ann (C J Dennis Poems)

Government muddles, departments dazed,Fear and confusion wherever he gazed; Order insulted, authority spurned, Dread and distraction wherever he turned -Oh, the great King Splosh was a sad, sore king,With never a statesman to straighten the thing. Glus all importunate urging … Continue reading →

The Stror ‘At Coot (C J Dennis Poems)

Ar, wimmin! Wot a blinded fool I’ve been! I arsts meself, wot else could I ixpeck?I done me block complete on this Doreen, An’ now me ‘eart is broke, me life’s a wreck!The dreams I dreamed, the dilly thorts I … Continue reading →