John Thorkild Ellison

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

John Thorkild Ellison Poems

121. Born With A Silver Spoon 9/29/2009
122. An Old Addiction 9/30/2009
123. Advice To A Young Prophet 12/1/2009
124. A Prayer Of Everyman At Christmas Tide 12/5/2009
125. An Irreverent Poem About Wordsworth 12/10/2009
126. Lock Up The Weirdos! ! (Overheard In A Pub) 12/16/2009
127. A Poem About Icons 12/17/2009
128. Blood On His Hands 11/4/2009
129. A Difficult Moment In The Life Of Colonel Frobisher 1/7/2010
130. Starling Haiku 2/11/2010
131. A Short One For Smokers 2/11/2010
132. Alzheimer's 2/25/2010
133. A Ballad Of Aberdeen (Mild Green Vipers) 3/2/2010
134. A Vicious Little Verse 3/8/2010
135. Love Letter To A Friend 3/10/2010
136. A Refusal To Mourn (As His Father Lay Dying) 3/15/2010
137. A Bloke Called Sid (Aggro-Man) 4/6/2010
138. Uncle Eric 4/15/2010
139. Danny Boy (Or, The Cripple's Revenge) 4/15/2010
140. Mood Swings (Cognitive Therapy) 4/1/2010
141. Beyond Reason (A Metaphysical Poem) 5/28/2010
142. Emotional Abuse 7/4/2010
143. Let's Get Rid Of The Human Race! ! 7/7/2010
144. Love For Senior Citizens 7/13/2010
145. Blood On Their Hands (Extended Version) 8/16/2010
146. In Vino Veritas 8/18/2010
147. A Piece Of Moon (Nonsense Poem) 8/18/2010
148. A Fart 8/19/2010
149. Alcohol Blues Revisited 8/28/2010
150. A Stranger At My Door 9/5/2010
151. A Poem About Me And You 9/5/2010
152. Bored With Love 9/5/2010
153. A Lie That Won'T Be Forgotten 9/7/2010
154. A Poet Goes To The Doctor 9/19/2010
155. A Rather Smelly Sonnet 9/25/2010
156. A Riddle 9/27/2010
157. A Typical Man 10/1/2010
158. Devil's Advocate 10/8/2010
159. A Wannabe Rock Star 10/23/2010
160. In Memoriam Ulrike Meinhof 10/24/2010

Comments about John Thorkild Ellison

  • Killian Brooks Killian Brooks (12/28/2013 9:44:00 PM)

    Your poetry is beautiful, all the ones I've read so far, seem to have the balance of darkness and innocence is so hard to write. I really like the sort of emotions they stir up in my chest.

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  • Keith Oldrey (5/8/2012 3:12:00 PM)

    Thank you for Sex in the Car at last poetry with a purpose

  • Natalia Sozh (4/30/2012 12:41:00 AM)

    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!

  • Ramesh Rai Ramesh Rai (10/4/2011 3:10:00 AM)

    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

  • Joshua Livengood (7/19/2010 10:00:00 AM)

    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.

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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