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
'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
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;
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 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!
Dying Earth (A Green Poem)
The planet's dying - I don't care I'm sitting in my easy chair And watching soaps on my TV. What do I care that in fifty years
A 'Bad' Mother Grieves
I realise my only hope Is to find some kind of way to cope With the guilt that hounds me from within, But I'm paralysed by a sense of sin.
A Love Poem For Nicola
This isn't just a schoolboy craze, 'He'll get over it in a couple of days' Wasn't that what you said or some similar phrase? But this isn't just a schoolboy craze!
A Confession Of Love
When I get up early and when I go to bed You're always on my mind, forever in my head. Are you aware of the way I feel? Have you taken any notice of the things I've said?
A Poor Old Pensioner's Prayer
Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring, Can You fix my electric wiring? Can You mend my old T.V. And will You do it all for free?
A Conspiracy Theory
Have you heard the news? Stalin's singing the blues And Hitler is wearing his blue suede shoes.
An Elegy For My Father
It was a boring Saturday afternoon when my father died, I'd been listening to Buddy Holly on the radio and wasting my time, Mucking about with a stanza or two and looking for a rhyme, It was a boring Saturday afternoon the day my father died.
Nobody loves me, Nobody cares, Nobody counts My pubic hairs.
You will not find them here, or anywhere perhaps,
But every now and then there is a hint
Of empty streets,
And down past alleyways and hidden squares
The tall, dry rooms of our illicit love.