John Thorkild Ellison (17/04/51 / Edinburgh)
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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?
Thank you for Sex in the Car at last poetry with a purpose
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!
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
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.