John Thorkild Ellison Poems

This cowboy poet
(A bit of a hawk)
Has got no time
For sensitive talk:
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The love that dare not speak its name
Will cringe in nervousness and shame
While hypocrites pour scorn and blame
On the love that dare not speak its name.
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I always thought that Debbie Harry
Was the sort of girl I'd like to marry,
But she kept me Hanging on the Telephone
And now I spend my nights alone,
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It's very, very nice
To give in to a vice!
I hadn't had a drink for seven weeks
And then I got pissed.
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The city lights are hard and cold
Beneath an unforgiving sky,
And empty faces reaffirm
The feeling that you want to die,
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You poor dear guy with fishy eyes,
The kind of man my mother would despise,
I'd love to end your hopeless sorrow
And make you well -
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My drunken friend, after too many beers,
Sat on the bench, fighting back his tears,
'I've tried so hard to stay off the drink
And you know what my wife and children will think! !
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Leaves gash the ground with wounds of colour
Where the lonely eagles cry,
Frost binds the earth with straps of iron
And the bright wind shakes the sky;
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Lucky the man who never judges
Another, or bears any grudges!
Sometimes it's so hard to forgive -
I guess it's a question of 'live and let live'.
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You're an alcoholic but not a smoker -
What else is there to say?
Your poetry is mediocre -
It's been another lousy day.
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