Dryblower’s Verses (Dryblower Murphy 1926)

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] Shicker, I S’pose. I’m writing this rhyme on an East-bound ship (The pilot will bear it back); I’m taking a once-in-seven years’ trip, And in seven days’ time the Queenscliff … [Read more...] about Shicker, I S’pose [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] The Devout Lover. ’Twas by the sandy Crawley Spit His eye upon his float, I saw a fishing person sit Within a fishing boat. And glancing upwards from my book, From one of many … [Read more...] about The Devout Lover [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] Bricks of Beer. You talk of your old “Golden Shanty” Ted Dyson invented and built, But you’ll warble a weakly andante When I’ve lifted you my little lilt. Gold in a brick-clay you … [Read more...] about Bricks of Beer [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] On Nights Like These. (Written during the fearful Trevessa storm.) On nights like these, when breezes bitter blow And all the wrath of God comes down in rain, When crowded clouds … [Read more...] about On Nights Like These [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] Wot’s Yours? “I never nursed a dear gazelle,” The decomposing poet rhymed, “But when it came to know me well The high-up, heavenly stairs he climbed.” The last line may not be … [Read more...] about Wot’s Yours? [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] The Storm. I am the storm: My mother the wastes of the frozen Pole, My father the still, equatorial heat, My cradle the seas where the surges roll And all the points of the compass … [Read more...] about The Storm [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[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]