The Guitar And The Pawn Shop (poem) by Walt Hardester on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on November 26, 2016

outstanding writer

Reviewed on July 27, 2015

Very touching and pleasant, written with the talent of a narrative that feels really natural. It's an "old" post, but I love it!

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

Reviewed on July 3, 2015

That's the saddest when this happened. That last stanza tells it all.

Sandie

Reviewed by Free Spirit

Reviewed on April 11, 2014

Very Crisp and beautiful

Reviewed by William Bonilla

Reviewed on August 1, 2013

Outstanding write Walt
love these lines
"I'm glad you not in my shoes
But 'till a guitar's been in a pawn shop
It can't really play the Blues"

went to a pawn shop once when I wore a younger man's clothes
been paying its interest ever since.
Peace be with you

William

Reviewed by D Johnson

Reviewed on December 13, 2012

Wow! I love this...especially that last line...well done.
Cheers,
Dan

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart

Reviewed on October 16, 2012

So true and so well penned Walt.

Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU

Reviewed on October 9, 2012

"The Guitar And The Pawn Shop" sings and cries, and is heard by seraphic that play in the skies...

An alert that abounds in wisdom, and paints sentiments of pain and sorrow... "The Guitar And The Pawn Shop" glows on constellation Blues.

In respect and apprciation,

Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU

Reviewed by Amor Sabor

Reviewed on August 19, 2012

This is excellent work. It is true...a guitar cannot play the real blues unless it has been in a pawn shop.

Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G

Reviewed on August 25, 2011

AWE! This was really a GRRREAT Heart-breaking Poem Walt, I could feel your pain and your heart beating hard!
This reminds me of what Paul said one day, I will NOT pawn my guitar! EVER and I know he would if he had too, just like you did! but, no blues will be heard from that one till YOU get it BACK :)
So, that Guitar is your trust resort Eh, it's happened how many times? An angel owned that guitar once! I am thinking...
WRITE ON!

Hope all is getting EASIER "NOW"! and if not, I hope the answer is just around the corner!
ooxSHEE

Reviewed by Sheila Roy

Reviewed on April 13, 2011

Love it, Walt!
Sheila

Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse

Reviewed on November 17, 2010

I would hate to sing these kinda blues
but I totally get..and hope the loan pawner
gets repaid to return the music stings

Two Steppin & Country Bumpkin Blues
Vickie

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on September 22, 2009

Very nicely done, Walt. I like the way this flows as well as the meaning in the verses. Love and peace to you,

Regis

Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle

Reviewed on July 23, 2009

Excellent work.Its always a pleasure to read your poetry,take care

EDWIN

Reviewed by Annabel Sheila

Reviewed on May 26, 2009

Truth every word. Good job.

Anna

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on May 1, 2009

:)))))))))) Smilin through the rain here, Walt! Can just here this done in Blues-style, too. Raw-to-the-bone honest emotion, yet with a backbone of resiliance and humour, too. And it sure does get us through those tough times... And now the Baby can play, eh? And then some, I'll bet. Love this, thank you. Kate xx

Reviewed by Ch'erie de Perrot

Reviewed on April 18, 2009

LOL, oh what a cracka Walt, one which I can relate to.
Thanks for the Chuckle tonight,
:) Ch'erie

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on April 17, 2009

successful attempt in correlating need from want ...

Reviewed by stan nassano

Reviewed on April 16, 2009

i HOPE this is an old memory,nice write Walt

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on April 16, 2009

PLEASE tell this is JUST A POEM... :( will $45 help to get it back...heartfelt nostalgia...this one choked me up!!

Hope if not just poetry...you will get it back PROnTO!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on April 16, 2009

But unless a guitar's been in a Pawn Shop,
It can't really play the Blues."

And I hope you get her back, my friend.

Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)

Reviewed on April 16, 2009

Enjoyed very much dear man..nice to read you again..stay safe and well...Hugsss

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on April 16, 2009

You have the temerity of show your face after so long time away? gimme that guitar because I know a good place where the sun don't shine to stash it!
But can't play the Blues is a regal entrance, back in the Den of many bards and poetesses, you are showing with this write your real colors, those of a very missed poet!

Georg

Reviewed by Jon Willey

Reviewed on April 15, 2009

what a clever piece of work Walt -- a poem only one who has made the journey could possible relate with such great authority -- truly one of your best -- peace and love my friend -- Jon Michael

Reviewed by Stan Law (aka Stanislaw Kapuscinski)

Reviewed on April 15, 2009

I just love the last two lines!

s

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on April 15, 2009

awe--as a guitar player and one who has known tough times--i can relate--well done!

Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)

Reviewed on April 15, 2009

Boo hoo, hope you get it back..

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on April 15, 2009

This is great Walt and is a blues song all in itself and would really make a great song. Well done.

fee

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on April 15, 2009

I sold my guitar too, back some ways now, but only got a hundred for her, though she was well worth a hundred times that to me...I feel your pain, but at least, unless someone else buys it first, you can get it back eventually...mine is totally gone...Ed

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on April 15, 2009

Powerfully penned, Walt, especially in these hard times - I know. :( Well done.

(((HUGS))) love and prayer, Karla.

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Reviewed on April 15, 2009

Your words are truer than you can ever imagine. Let me see, was it Ledbelly or David Bromberg who was quoted as saying, "you have to suffer if you want to sing the blues".....

Be always safe,
Karen