John Thorkild Ellison

Rookie - 113 Points (17/04/51 / Edinburgh)

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  • Rookie Amanda Volkert (12/28/2013 9:44:00 PM)

    Your poetry is beautiful, all the ones I've read so far, seem to have the balance of darkness and innocence is so hard to write. I really like the sort of emotions they stir up in my chest.

  • Rookie Keith Oldrey (5/8/2012 3:12:00 PM)

    Thank you for Sex in the Car at last poetry with a purpose

  • Rookie Natalia Sozh (4/30/2012 12:41:00 AM)

    I really enjoyed your poem: the sense and the language as well. There's music and good humour in it. I even feel like translating it in Russian. Thanks a lot!

  • Gold Star - 18,252 Points Ramesh Rai (10/4/2011 3:10:00 AM)

    Respected Sir,
    If you may kindly spare your valuable time, please read my poem and comment because your comments will boost my energy. most of the poems are in english some are in other language. if you do not understand other language please intimate me, I would like to brief them in English. With kind regards - Ramesh Rai, rkrai100@gmail.com

  • Rookie Joshua Livengood (7/19/2010 10:00:00 AM)

    John i must admit, your poem Dying earth was unique. its the first poem on here that ive written down and re customized to my liking. you chose just the subject for a poem, and in mine as the same, which i call running silver sphere (earth) , i basicly took your ideas and turned them around in my viewpoint, though maybe a line or three i kept unchanged. but all aside, well done.

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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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