Tavern of Ill Repute (poem) by Jon Michael Willey on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on February 19, 2009

Thanks, Jon, for this powerful reminder that I've been there
on occasion. As an observer, of course. This is so beautifuly
written, and so honest, that maybe it's not a bad idea to frame
it and hang on the wall behind the bar of a few taverns of ill
repute. For the sake of art and humanity. -gene.

Reviewed by Sheila Roy

Reviewed on February 6, 2009

This must be why so many "bawdyhouse women" use drugs - to kill their emotions and the burning fact that they have no respect for themselves. I feel like a picture on the wall, watching the patrons pass by. Fantastic mood setting:)
Sheila

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on February 6, 2009

Very well written Jon!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on February 6, 2009

Truly sad Jon..as so may are inprisoned in a way...they just need that key to set them free.
Christine

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on February 5, 2009

One of your best. The ring of experience t it. Always liked beautiful bawdy bars like the ones on Broadway in San Francisco when the titties broke free.

Always hated ill-reputed bars where locals beat strangers senseless. Stayed out of those.

Ron

Reviewed by Carole Mathys

Reviewed on February 5, 2009

Your talented pen has painted vivid scenes within this tawdry setting... excellent writing Jon Michael
peace and love dear friend, Carole~

Reviewed by Gerard Gauthier (Reader)

Reviewed on February 5, 2009

Weighted down down with the sum of my parts...I left it inside...to be washed out in the shadows of life...Great read Jon...this is a topic you visited before...well done again

Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle

Reviewed on February 5, 2009

An excellent and well written poem.I enjoy reading it,take care

Edwin

Reviewed by 000 000 (Reader)

Reviewed on February 4, 2009

That is one place I never want to visit!
Very well written!

Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse

Reviewed on February 4, 2009

My high heels sleek to stiletto prowess
Waltzing to & fro
in legs from here to there
Surmising the smoke filled room
Alas he calls my name!
My turn to sing Karaoke ;)

Ok serious now: Fantasic Poem Jon! These are true inside stories of peoples lives you have penned, you really have bought the bar a round within "Tavern of Ill Repute"
awesome details!!
Much Love & Inspirations
Vickie

Reviewed by Theresa Koch

Reviewed on February 3, 2009

This is written to perfection~Well said

Reviewed by John Flanagan

Reviewed on February 3, 2009

Jon,
This is certainly telling it like it is, but beneath the facts and atmosphere you eloquently and so articulately outline I find a sadness and a desperation and can't help but feel sorry for 'the performers' in this tableau...I suppose that could be interpreted as condescension on my part but I don't mean it that way, there have to be more rewarding ways to redeem ourselves and raise our levels of consciousness.
This is a fine, strong poem and I read it with genuine pleasure.
John

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Reviewed on February 3, 2009

A place where hopless souls try to salvage a life gone wrong in the hopes of brushing off what little self esteem is left only to find out the truth. Such a sad way to be.....

Be always safe,
Karen

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on February 3, 2009

You have most effectively set the stage, Jon. I have no urge to go there. Thank you. Love and peace to you,

Regis

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce

Reviewed on February 3, 2009

"Tavern of Ill Repute" is well-described in your poem. Hope no one would step into it. Good write!!!

Sandie Angel :o)

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on February 3, 2009

Wow. Never been to one, but now feel that I have, in richly imaged lines - a bit claustrophobic to me. Well done, Jon. Nice reading you again!

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

Reviewed by Liana Margiva

Reviewed on February 3, 2009

I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

Reviewed by Walt Hardester

Reviewed on February 3, 2009

Never actually been to one, but it sounds like a bit of respit from the worries of the day, if one has the fare. Good one.

Walt

P.S. Oops I forgot about the ones I did visit in the RVN :-)

Reviewed by Bonnie May

Reviewed on February 3, 2009

Sounds like a nice quiet place...lol This is fantastic, hope your mind created this great write and not the experience of life...what a joy you are Jon, now you know why your special to me...love and hugs, Bonnie