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 ...
C J Dennis Poems on Listening (32 Poems)
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, ...
Cow (C J Dennis Poems)
Aw, go write yer tinklin' jingle, an' yer pretty phrases mingle,Fer the mamby-pamby girl, all fluffy frill an' shinin' silk.Them's ...
An Appeal to Women (C J Dennis Poems)
O ye women! WIMMIN! WEEMIN!!See our tears repentant streamin'!See the pearly drops a-gleamin', Streamin' from our rheumy eye!Mark our weskits ...
Narcissus (C J Dennis Poems)
A man's a mug. I've worked the 'ole thing out To-day, down in the orchard where I sat ...
The Glug Quest (C J Dennis Poems)
Follow the river and cross the ford, Follow again to the wobbly bridge,Turn to the left at the notice board, ...
On the Road to Jericho (C J Dennis Poems)
It is written: On the road between Jerusalem of oldAnd Jericho, a certain man was plundered of his gold.For he ...
War (C J Dennis Poems)
'E sez to me, "Wot's orl this flamin' war? The papers torks uv nothin' else but scraps.An'wot's ole England got ...
‘Stone the Crows’ (C J Dennis Poems)
Why stone the crows! 'e sez. "I like 'er style, But alwiz, some'ow, women 'ave appearedSet fer to 'old me ...
Pilot Cove (C J Dennis Poems)
Young friend, 'e sez . . . Young friend! Well, spare me days! Yeh'd think I wus 'is own white ...
A Bush Christmas (C J Dennis Poems)
The sun burns hotly thro' the gumsAs down the road old Rogan comes - The hatter from the lonely ...
A Dirge of the Morning After (C J Dennis Poems)
VOICE OF THE PEOPLE (wailing dismally):"Who can deliver us, Lord of our destiny! Out of the depths comes our passionate ...
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 ...
The Axeman (C J Dennis Poems)
High on the hills, where the tall trees grow,There lives an axeman that I know.From his little hut by a ...
The Defence (C J Dennis Poems)
Not guilty, yer Honers! I talks to yer straight! An' I calls it a pretty crook game -An' an 'og ...
Cherry (C J Dennis Poems)
Some I got with amber stems an' some with silver bands,Bent ones an' straight ones an' all sorts o' brands.A ...
Come Ye Home (C J Dennis Poems)
Listening (said the old, grey Digger) . . . With my finger on the trigger I was listening in the ...
Our Black Brudder (C J Dennis Poems)
O, fellow Australians, listen, attend: We must cease our contemptuous swearingAnd cursing and sneering at Bull's colored friend, For our ...
More for the Money (C J Dennis Poems)
What are the wild waves saying now that their lengths are changed?In a manner most dismaying are the stations now ...
The Hacking Song (C J Dennis Poems)
Yes, it's tryin', Mrs Gudgits. Very tryin', as you say.To 'ave a 'usban' on yer 'an's not only night but ...
Listen, Elaine! (C J Dennis Poems)
Listen, Elaine. Tho' I'm not mad on racing, I like a little flutter now and then;But I maintain you would ...
Old Town Types No. 4 – Our Mr. Trim (C J Dennis Poems)
Mr Trim, commercial traveller, is in town again, "Our Mr Trim," you know, debonair and neat;Landed here this morning on ...
‘Bosses Don’t Seem Right’ – A Christmas Monologue (C J Dennis Poems)
The thing's all wrong (I sez to 'im)Now look, there's this 'ere Monday, Jim,Comes before Christmas. Be a toffAn' lest ...
It Isn’t Cricket (C J Dennis Poems)
Hello, old cobber. Well, what's on your mind? You're lookin' awful gloomy and mysteriousDone in your dough? The horses been ...
Why a Picnic, Jane? (C J Dennis Poems)
But, why a picnic, Jane? We went last year, And missed the Cup; and you know how you grievedBecause we ...
The Oil from Bill Shane (C J Dennis Poems)
I got the oil: too right. A cove called Shane. Yes; ole Bill Shane. You've 'eard of 'im, of course.Big ...
Bridles for Butterflies (C J Dennis Poems)
They must not talk....That strong and silent creature, The male of homo sapiens, bears the banWith calm aplomb. Speech is ...
The Magpie Lark (C J Dennis Poems)
By lagoons and reedy places,Where the little river races By the lips of dreaming pools Where the soothing water coolsMany ...
The Listening Week (C J Dennis Poems)
This is the listening week of the year -- Listening-in.A-cock and alert is the national ear -- ...
The Fall of Fitzmickle (C J Dennis Poems)
Mr Fitzmickle, the martinet, Rules with an iron rodHis house and home; 'neath its red-tiled dome He struts like a ...