Dryblower Murphy (1866-1939) (author)

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] Snores. It was the old night-porter At the Knock-em-up Hotel, He’d been a racecourse wroughter In the years that yester dwell. He had snared what he could snavel, He had chewed it … [Read more...] about Snores [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] Renunciation. Renunciation clangs its cruel chords Upon the diapason of our souls, As struck by brutal and unbending swords The tocsin through a mist heart-breaking tolls. The … [Read more...] about Renunciation [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] Signals. Since man made love in prehistoric times, Since maidens wooed and winked in leafy lanes; Lovers have sung their songs in raptured rhymes, Don Juans serenaded Jills and … [Read more...] about Signals [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] Cooking and Patching Their Dungaree Pants. (The woman said she was sick of cooking and patching his dungaree pants at the mulga mine.) Think of it, dwell on it, mining camp … [Read more...] about Cooking and Patching Their Dungaree Pants [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] My Love. My love’s not like the lilies fair, And all that sort of thing; Although her voice is rich and rare I seldom hear her sing. Within a restaurant she works Wherein I daily … [Read more...] about My Love [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] The Rhymes Our Hearts Can Read. We are sated of songs that drone the praise, Of a world beyond our ken; We are bored by the ballads of beaten ways And milk-and-water men; We are … [Read more...] about The Rhymes Our Hearts Can Read [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] “Pink.” (Private David Simcock, known as ‘Pink Top,’ died a hero at the Dardanelles). I carnt berleeve ’e’s gorn — Pore ole Pink — Bullet ’it an’ shrapnel torn, In a wink, ’Cos us … [Read more...] about “Pink” [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] The Smiths. A Story of Early Coolgardie. We had many problems set us when Coolgardie was a camp, When a journey to the goldfields meant a coach-fare or a tramp; We had water … [Read more...] about The Smiths: A Story of Early Coolgardie [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] It Appears. In every population in our cities and our towns, Among our Smiths and Johnsons, Wilsons, Robinsons and Browns, There are scandalising stickybeaks who flute across the … [Read more...] about It Appears [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] The Saddest and the Gladdest. “What is the saddest sight you’ve seen in all the wide, wide world?” Thus asked a damsel dainty, dreamy eyes and tresses curled. “You write of battles, … [Read more...] about The Saddest and the Gladdest [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] Mrs. Flannagan’s Frock. It was back in Coolgardie in pioneer days When the paper for printing “The Miner” was shy, And its shandy-gaff staff staff lifted inky hoorays When the camels … [Read more...] about Mrs. Flannagan’s Frock [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] Mill Point. Mill Point, Mill Point, Mill Point, in the morning (Dearest, how I’m dreaming, wand’ring lonely London through), When the golden glory from the sweet day’s adorning Shone … [Read more...] about Mill Point [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] What Next? A Drama in Dress. Chapter I. In days long gone our grandmas quaint Set all the world a-grin By donning when they wore their paint, The bulky crinoline. They … [Read more...] about What Next? A Drama in Dress [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] Nickin’ In. I am sitting in the stalls — Evening dress and all the rest — Where the scented knutlet sprawls With the flapper faintly drest, Swishing skirts and billowy … [Read more...] about Nickin’ In [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] The Blind. HELP ye the Blind that cannot help themselves, His greatest blessing God from them withholds; The deepest pit-slave in no darkness delves Like that black bondage that the … [Read more...] about The Blind [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] Tell Us, Little Toad. (A little toad, taken from under the slate and cement at Day Dawn, was estimated by geologists as having been embedded there thousands of years.) Tell us, little … [Read more...] about Tell Us, Little Toad [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] Beyond. Hushed are the raving, choking cries, The dying groans. A something stark and staring lies Among the stones. The carrion crow full-gutted flies From clean-picked bones. A … [Read more...] about Beyond [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] The Sport. He wears a yellow hat and buttoned boots, Four more upon his coat-flap and his sleeve; His linen from his laundryman he loots, By racing whoppers he has learned to … [Read more...] about The Sport [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] The Confession. Don Juan lay dying, as Don Juans do, At the end of their tickle-toe tether; In life he’d indulged in all species of woo In all sorts of seasons and weather. He had … [Read more...] about The Confession [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] Wot Won the Larst? The tea-bell tinkles on the evening air, The smells of soup and steak and eggs arise; The punter flops into his usual chair And imprecates his luck and someone’s … [Read more...] about Wot Won the Larst? [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]