Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

[C. J. Dennis] (7 September 1876 - 22 June 1938 / Auburn, South Australia)

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis Poems

1. Our Street 1/1/2004
2. The Silent Member 3/21/2012
3. 'Urry 3/21/2012
4. The Mooch O' Life 3/21/2012
5. The Play 3/21/2012
6. Song Of Snobs 8/28/2012
7. The Blue Kingfisher 8/28/2012
8. Last Verse 8/28/2012
9. Things To Come 8/28/2012
10. Old Town Types No.2 - Red Matt 8/28/2012
11. The Idle Son 8/28/2012
12. The Drought King's Trumpeter 8/28/2012
13. Lotsertime 8/28/2012
14. Renascence 8/28/2012
15. The Germ Chaser 8/28/2012
16. Quantum Sufficit 8/28/2012
17. Our Town Awakes 8/28/2012
18. The Broken-Teapot 8/28/2012
19. The Shorter Week 8/28/2012
20. Sanctuary Scorned [1936] 8/28/2012
21. Poets 8/28/2012
22. The Silver-Eye 8/28/2012
23. March Of Memories 8/28/2012
24. March Flies 8/28/2012
25. Spring Delirium 8/28/2012
26. Introducing The Day Family 8/28/2012
27. Old Town Types 8/28/2012
28. Spots Through The Ages 8/28/2012
29. Old Town Types No 20 - Mr Blades The Butcher 8/28/2012
30. The Lure Of Trees 8/28/2012
31. Laissez-Faire 8/28/2012
32. Old Town Types No.1 - The Old Town 8/28/2012
33. Old Town Types No.15 - Mrs Felix Donnett 8/28/2012
34. Old Town Types No.17- Mr Bodge The Banker 8/28/2012
35. Old Town Types No27 - Sergeant Mat Mcgillicuddy 8/28/2012
36. Knights Of The Never Never 8/28/2012
37. War's End Armistice Day 1935 8/28/2012
38. The Listener 8/28/2012
39. Old Town Types No. 10 - Big Doc Littlejohn 8/28/2012
40. Old Town Types No. 22 - The Baker 8/28/2012
Best Poem of Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

Hist!

Hist! . . . . . . Hark!
The night is very dark,
And we've to go a mile or so
Across the Possum Park.

Step . . . . . . light,
Keeping to the right;
If we delay, and lose our way,
We'll be out half the night.
The clouds are low and gloomy. Oh!
It's just begun to mist!
We haven't any overcoats
And - Hist! . . . . . . Hist!

(Mo . . . . . . poke!)
Who was that that spoke?
This is not a fitting spot
To make a silly joke.

Dear . . . . . . me!
A mopoke in a tree!
It jarred me so, I didn't know
Whatever it could be.
But come along;...

Read the full of Hist!

The Long Road Home

When I go back from Billy's place I always have to roam
The mazy road, the crazy road that leads the long way home.
Ma always says, "Why don't you come through Mr Donkin's land?
The footbridge track will bring you back." Ma doesn't understand.
I cannot go that way, you know, because of Donkin's dog;
So I set forth and travel north,, and cross the fallen log.

Last week, when I was coming by, that log had lizards in it;
And you can't say I stop to play if I just search a minute.

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