John Thorkild Ellison
Biography of John Thorkild Ellison
For biography, please see my poem 'The Failed Mystic'.
John Thorkild Ellison's Works:
'Shadowy Flowers of Orcus' volume of poems privately published in limited edition by Newcastle Bookshop at Haltwhistle. Also, similarly, a thin volume called 'Poetry Kills'. And in 2009, a new volume entitled ' A Bit of a Larkin'. In 2011, 'Wendy Couldn't Cope' In 2012 'An Elegy for My Father'
John Thorkild Ellison Poems
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:
</>Blond bicycles writhe in the swimming pools of dark professors. 'What rubbish! ' you say, but I've seen it myself: Blond bicycles writhe in the swimming pools
Outside the surge of the wind, the wind in the trees, The rush of leaves, and the sighing in the pine-needles, Outside the sound of the sea-shore, distant, remembered, The waves breaking on the gray rocks, and the evening approaching,
You've finally made me realise Love's just a squirt between the thighs. I thought it was so much more!
In spite of my pain, Inexplicable sweet strands of soured mist twist In the echelons of salt streams, The fist of kings is lost in the parting waves,
'For Godsake Hold Your Tongue And Let Me...
Please be quiet, little friend, You're driving me right round the bend! I'm sick and tired of your whining voice, You're giving me no other choice
A Day In March
Through the window the still yard. A cat runs across and disappears through the slender doorway. What to do on a day like this? Such emptiness!
A Lost Child
The city lights are hard and cold Beneath an unforgiving sky, And empty faces reaffirm The feeling that you want to die,
Compassion And Anger
Compassion and anger were my only love Came to me winging like a lonely dove Gimme some loving from the Lord above Compassion and anger
When things cut up rough Don't waste a life, It isn't tough To use a knife,
Having Sex In The Car
I like making love in my brand new car (A breast in the hand's worth two in a bra!) The girl in question's a bit of a b*tch But she certainly knows how to scratch my itch! !
A Poem For A Friend Dying Of Cancer
I forgive you, Lord, for all your cruelty And the way you really had it in for me, The way you let them break my heart, The way they tore my happiness apart.
Nursery Rhyme For Hitler
Sing a song of Hitler (Unless you'd rather die) , Five-and-twenty Nazis Baked in a pie;
A Housewife's Lament
I've had enough of the kitchen sink So I think I'll pour myself a drink, The hoovering has all been done, Oh a housewife's life is full of fun!
Your endless aching prayers
In the middle of the night
To the unseen God
Bring no peace to your heart
And no respite
To a spirit sickened with grief;
The day comes round the same,
The streets, the shops, the glaring light,
People in the day-centre, mouthing empty words,