C J Dennis Poems on Wisdom & Knowledge (66 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 →

The Stones of Gosh (C J Dennis Poems)

Now, here is a tale of the Glugs of Gosh, In the end of the year umteen;Of the Glugs of Gosh and their great King Splosh, And Tush, his virtuous Queen.And here is a tale of the Oglike Ogs, In … Continue reading →

The Debate (C J Dennis Poems)

He was a Glug of simple charm;He wished no living creature harm. His kindly smile like sunlight fell On all about, and wished them well.Yet, ‘spite the cheerful soul of Sym,The great Sir Stodge detested him. The stern Sir Stodge … Continue reading →

Nocturne (C J Dennis Poems)

I’m standin’ at the corner uv the Lane – The Land called Spadgers — waiting fer ‘is jills.The night’s come chilly, an’ a drizzlin’ rain Falls steady where a near-by street lamp spillsA gashly yeller light on stones all wet,An’ … 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 →

The Crusaders (C J Dennis Poems)

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.”“Brave knights sprung straight to arms where’er ‘e spoke.”“Sure thing,” sez I. “It muster been … Continue reading →

The Faltering Knight (C J Dennis Poems)

It knocks me can in, this ere game uv life, A bloke gets born, grows up, looks round fer fun,Dreams dilly dreams, then wakes to find a wife An’ fambly round ‘im – all ‘is young days done.An’, … Continue reading →

Wheat (C J Dennis Poems)

Sowin’ things an’ growin’ things, an’ watchin’ of ‘em grow;That’s the game, my father said, an’ father ought to know.“Settin’ things an’ gettin’ things to grow for folks to eat:That’s the life,” my father said, “that’s very hard to beat.”For … Continue reading →