John Thorkild Ellison

Rookie - 103 Points (17/04/51 / Edinburgh)

John Thorkild Ellison Poems

1. Poetry Can Damage Your Health 8/19/2005
2. A Certainty 8/21/2005
3. A Monody 8/21/2005
4. A Day In March 8/22/2005
5. A Fantasy 4/27/2007
6. Sex 5/21/2008
7. A Confession (A Sexual Prose-Poem) 11/10/2009
8. An Alien's Valentine 1/8/2006
9. A Drinker's Prayer 1/24/2008
10. A War Hero's Lament 3/10/2008
11. Alcohol 4/1/2008
12. A Calendar 1/5/2010
13. A Brush-Off 3/1/2010
14. Epiphany 11/17/2005
15. A Walk In The Country 1/29/2006
16. The Alcoholic Gives In To Temptation 6/3/2008
17. 'For Godsake Hold Your Tongue And Let Me Love' 9/7/2010
18. A Case Of Double Values 9/3/2009
19. A Woman's Choice 9/11/2008
20. Micky The Tricky 1/12/2009
21. Misery Of Addiction 3/7/2009
22. Forgiveness 12/4/2008
23. Alcoholic Blues 9/9/2008
24. Compassion And Anger 7/18/2008
25. A Lost Child 8/30/2005
26. Govt. Health Warning. 8/4/2007
27. An Alcoholic 10/17/2007
28. A Ballad Of A Rock 'N Roll Dreamer 4/3/2010
29. A Poet Complains 5/13/2009
30. A Disillusioned Poet Dies 6/6/2009
31. A Cocksure Chat-Up Line (Sonnet) 1/7/2011
32. An Elegy For My Father 3/24/2010
33. A Cigarette 5/27/2010
34. Letter From Prison 8/19/2005
35. Having Sex In The Car 4/23/2012
36. A Poem For A Friend Dying Of Cancer 11/30/2012
37. Nursery Rhyme For Hitler 11/13/2007
38. A Housewife's Lament 2/11/2011
39. A 'Bad' Mother Grieves 3/6/2011
40. Dying Earth (A Green Poem) 7/19/2010
Best Poem of John Thorkild Ellison

Poetry Can Damage Your Health

The day my doctor died of smoking
I bought myself a fat cigar -
I realised he must be joking,
His funeral was so bizarre:

A dwarf in multi-coloured clothing
Sang louder than the parish choir
And though my heart was full of loathing
I leapt upon the funeral pyre.

I'd often longed for such a roasting
And knew it was my friend's desire,
I shouted out 'We'll all be toasting
In Hell's incandescent fire! '

Don't be discouraged by this story,
Smoking cigarettes is fine,
Inhale them on your days of glory
And drink your fill of rich, red ...

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The Pilgrim's Complaint

Walking this bitter path with You,
I wonder why it has to be like this,
Your death in torment in the name of Love
Betrayed in the garden by a traitor's kiss.

There's so much pain in the sweetest song
And so much sorrow in a tale of bliss,
So much guilt to atone for wrong;
Tell me, O Lord, why does it always have to be like this?

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