year1926

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] The Lodes That Under-Lie. O, calm and clear the liar lies Who writes reports on mines: Behold what knowledge deep and wise His legend intertwines. But ah, if he should own the … [Read more...] about The Lodes That Under-Lie [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] In the Sand. The tugging railway engines pant Past Karrakatta’s marbled mile; Their pistons pulse, their whistles chant Along the steel and sleepered aisle. Their fierce exhaust the … [Read more...] about In the Sand [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] Out Back. A Message to the Mulga. We have toasted ourselves in the city ’Til only the sober remained; With speeches both courtly and witty, A health to the ladies we’ve … [Read more...] about Out Back: A Message to the Mulga [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] Some Girls Ago. Some men mark time by Melbourne Cups, When someone’s gee was slow or fast; Some reckon by their downs and ups, The yester-stones they’ve plodded past. Some count it … [Read more...] about Some Girls Ago [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] A List to Port. Fathoms deep on the ocean floor, Where sightless stare the dead men’s eyes; A measured mile from the sounding shore The rusting collier’s carcase lies. Merely one of … [Read more...] about A List to Port [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] A Week Away. A Warning to Wives. “I’m going down to Harbortown; I’ll be a week away,” Said Mrs. Nib to Mr. Nib a month ago to-day. “I think I’ll take the boy with me; he’s got his … [Read more...] about A Week Away: A Warning to Wives [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] Gimme the Ground. The more that I see about science — Flyin’ and spinnin’ in space — The more I am placin’ reliance Where caution comes into the case. I never was shook on this sky … [Read more...] about Gimme the Ground [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] River. River, O River, hath menial and master, When shall your coaxing and cruelty cease? To-day we are singing a dirge of disaster, To-morrow a summer-time paean of peace. Mute as a … [Read more...] about River [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] ’Is ’Arp. A pommy pea named ’Arry ’Urst, But two years out in Aussie-land, Went on a roarin’, ragin’ burst, Took sick, an’ joined the ’Evenly band. ’Is wife took on, as most wives do … [Read more...] about ’Is ’Arp [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] “Ave Maria.” They dragged me out of No Man’s Land. The earth and sky have ceased to reel; I’ve felt the sister’s steady hand, I’ve felt the surgeon’s steadier steel. I’m beat with … [Read more...] about “Ave Maria” [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] Why Can’t the Kids Be Always Young? Why can’t the kids be always young? Why must they grow from babyhood To hear life’s sordid stanzas sung; By souls too clearly understood? Why must … [Read more...] about Why Can’t the Kids Be Always Young? [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] Dossin’ Outer Doors. (The President of the London School of Medicine recommends sleeping in the open air). I ain’t a scientific bloke, but spare me dinkum days, If I tumble to this … [Read more...] about Dossin’ Outer Doors [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] My Son. I have given you unto the Empire, You will follow its battle flag; You will hear the sound of slaughter, In valley, on plain and crag. I have taken you out of the … [Read more...] about My Son [poem by “Dryblower” Murphy, 1926]