John Thorkild Ellison Poems

Tombs of the dead and ancient graves!
Do you really believe that Jesus saves?
Flesh rotting away, bones turned to dust,
And what of the Saviour we all trust?
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The days drag by. I fritter
Them away. Old and bitter,
I call my fellow humans apes
And live on a diet of sour grapes.
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You were my sweet terrorist
Who hijacked my heart
And blew it to smithereens!
I remember our secret tryst
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My husband soon gets back from work
And he's a callous unfeeling jerk!
The house is clean and oh so neat
And he'll get his supper like a special treat -
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You say you love me - what a bore!
I seem to have heard those words before!
Quite frankly, dear, they make me sick,
Love's just some kind of biological trick
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Life is callous, cold and cruel,
He found that out when he went to school.

He had a hopeless youthful crush
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If you bought me a bunch of roses
I'd call you a silly fool,
Like that time you carried my satchel
All the way home from school,
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'If you touch the flame you're gonna get burnt
And when you're deep in love, you'll wish you weren't.'

She's beautiful, she's oh so fine
And I really wish I could make her mine,
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The person who haunts my darkest dreams
Will take you away from me,
The person of whom you have spoken.
I know it only too well
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