Armistice: To His Dead Cobber From The Sentimental Bloke (C J Dennis Poems)
I'm sittin' 'ere, Mick - sittin' 'ere today, Feelin' 'arf glum, 'arf sorter - reverent, Thinkin' strange, crooked thorts of ...
I'm sittin' 'ere, Mick - sittin' 'ere today, Feelin' 'arf glum, 'arf sorter - reverent, Thinkin' strange, crooked thorts of ...
I. A palace, and a king within;- Hail, potent monarch! Hail, King Gin! Open stands his palace door; Ready access ...
WE shipped him at the Sandwich Isles --'Fore God, he's mostly nose! We've fetched him full eight thousand miles To ...
"O MEN of dark and dismal fate," A prey to typographic terrors,O you who labor long and late, ...
They must not talk....That strong and silent creature, The male of homo sapiens, bears the banWith calm aplomb. Speech is ...
How dear to my heart was that old yellow slicker,I carried 'way back in my cowpunchin' days;'Twas stiff as a ...
I've never met a man who hated dogs....One meets with all sorts as through life he jogs -The mean ones, ...
'Twas a hold called Red's SaloonIn La Vaca Town;'Twas an old piano there,Blistered, marred and brown,And a man more battered ...
Gusty sheets o' rain a-fallin';Yellow slickers our attire;Wet, bedraggled longhorns bawlin';Cook a-cussin' at the fire.Grub all water-soaked and soggy;Foreman's temper ...
In nineteen hundred forty-nine China was won by Mao Tse-tung Chiang Kai-shek's army ran away They were waiting there in ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
drunk on the dark streets of some city, it's night, you're lost, where's your room? you enter a bar to ...
after Susan Thomas Truth is, my life was no fairytale, that afternoon, I lay, a smiling corpse under a glass ...
(The French "Tommy"). Oh, some of us lolled in the chateau, And some of us slinked in the slum; But ...
Pedlar's coming down the street, Housewives beat a swift retreat. Don't you answer to the bell; Heedless what she has ...
From torrid heat to frigid cold I've rovered land and sea; And now, with halting heart I hold My grandchild ...
I'll tell you the story of Cloony the Clown Who worked in a circus that came through town. His shoes ...
1 You, once a belle in Shreveport, with henna-colored hair, skin like a peachbud, still have your dresses copied from ...
The air heaving like a wounded fish, breathing through its purplish sandy gills, letting in the salty gale, fluttering its ...
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