Hollowed Tavern Of Fame

Wooden deep oak, brass with shine

stools so worn, dripping of wine

a soldier of past, raises his glass

flirty looks all about are cast 

stiffling air, stories that fly

corrupting the young with drunken eyes

staring backwards, broken a/c just beats

sending false hope to the turner of seats

a game, a folly, the eyes will tell all

a tavern, a gin, so lofty it calls 

but not all is dark, they play sing along 

slapping while happy they banter to song

they know each other ,so caring it's true

lovingly looking, is all they do 

fame in a moment's notice, so quickly it comes

recessing memories of a life for some 

hollowed empty wooden deep oak

no family of this, they all have to cope 

drunken eyes that seek to have fame

who is to say that they have to bare blame

the hollowed tavern of fame will stay

leading forward, into the day 

Reviews

[Sharon L.H. Kelly]

I have been a patron of this tavern that you speak, I spilt the wine on that stain covered seat. I can see it, hear it, and smell it again - through your writing. Very well penned. Keep writing.

[Holly Mason]

thank you very much...and I found your writing cause of that Christmas tree*) have a super good day

[Sharon L.H. Kelly]

My daughter just said that I had to change my picture because "it looks dorky." Think I will leave it for now!

[Holly Mason]

well that is funny cause mine make me use this pic...they love that darn banana shirt*) it is not dorky...but I forgot about that expression ...dorky...like it so I thank you

[john alan willox]

Found it - his name is Rumi and the poem is called the tavern

[Holly Mason]

well I thank you again fine sir...with a wink and a gun*)

[john alan willox]

this reminds me so much of a famous middleastern poet whose name i cannot remember about a saloon which is weird for a middle eastern poet - this captures the same characters and sense of place and desperation and search for happiness amid broken a/c and sing alongs...
nice work Holly.
PS if i remember his name i'll get bck to you

[Holly Mason]

thank you very much fine sir...that write sounds very interesting

[Angi]

I see sad people sitting in a bar, day after day..as life trips along. Fame comes from the 'family' they have made, as life trips long outside the bar door. This flowed well, Holly. It was a pleasure to read aloud. Angi~

[Holly Mason]

Thank you miss Angi ...those bar doors open and close and some wait in line*)

[emmajoy]

Sad this but oh so true. There are so many people who keep hanging on but know things are coming to an end and try every trick to retain past. Pathetic sad, a cruelty really, how society treats the those they used to idolise. You've used a great sense of metre in this, hard going when telling a specific theme. In spite of the sadness.. a fine piece of writing.

[Holly Mason]

thank you joyful Miss Joy....truly*)

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

The whole world is a stage, some are main characters and some are extras... jealousy can only lead to self destruction... we all have our parts and no matter how big or small they are equally important. Clever poem young lady.

[Holly Mason]

Thank you fine rock and roll sir*)...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is a fascinating study of those patrons in a bar, who have nothing left but the past glory...whether soldiers of war or soldiers of life...they seek fame that has long since lost...the are unfortunate role models for some... but life has passed by now...they seek the importance they once felt..but it has diminished..

leading forward where does it go from here, can they turn the stools around?

can they get some kind of life back, other than what is contained in that drink.

i love this piece...in the one line, should be "a moment's notice"

but wow, one of your best, Holly.

jacob

[Holly Mason]

Thank you so fine sir ....heading in for repairs
for some folks drinks contain...life