John Thorkild Ellison

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

John Thorkild Ellison Poems

1. Mourning Sickness 8/19/2005
2. The Terror Through The Wall 8/20/2005
3. I'D Like A Bit 4/2/2006
4. Hosanna 8/25/2005
5. R.I.P. 8/27/2005
6. Jeopardy 8/20/2005
7. Loneliness 9/3/2005
8. Goodbye To A Nun 9/30/2005
9. Hilary 10/8/2005
10. The Goddess 11/16/2005
11. On Chittoe Heath 11/16/2005
12. Advice To A Pale Lover 12/5/2006
13. Vodka Haiku 12/30/2006
14. Winter Night 1/5/2007
15. Laziness 8/4/2007
16. Lines To A Sick Friend 8/25/2007
17. Limerick For Christ 8/27/2007
18. Lachrymae Christi 10/2/2007
19. Lust Haiku 10/7/2007
20. Smoker's Haiku 10/8/2007
21. Judas 10/15/2007
22. Nausea (La Nausee) 10/16/2007
23. To Dr X. 5/23/2007
24. Girl In A Bar 7/21/2007
25. Changing-Room Blues 10/31/2007
26. Rejection 11/8/2007
27. War Haiku 11/17/2007
28. Motorhead Haiku (For Lemmy) 12/26/2007
29. Barmaid 12/31/2007
30. Marcus The Ganja Man 1/1/2008
31. Motorhead Haiku No.2 1/8/2008
32. Poets 2/10/2008
33. Spring 2/10/2008
34. Graveyard Kiss 2/12/2008
35. Politician 2/13/2008
36. Freedom Of Speech 2/13/2008
37. Winter Moon Haiku 2/23/2008
38. Frosty Morning Haiku 2/24/2008
39. Nursery Rhyme For Iraq 2/25/2008
40. Romeo 1/26/2008
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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