John Thorkild Ellison
John Thorkild Ellison Poems
|442.||A War Hero's Lament||3/10/2008|
|443.||An Alien's Valentine||1/8/2006|
|444.||A Confession (A Sexual Prose-Poem)||11/10/2009|
|447.||A Day In March||8/22/2005|
|451.||Poetry Can Damage Your Health||8/19/2005|
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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 ...
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?