House Of Ill Repute Poems | Examples

Withdrawal

Watching you go through withdrawal 
Seeing you suffer like your skin crawls
Never have I been so proud 
You are stronger now laying on the ground 
How do you wonder as you’re in pain
But the thunder of your heart is changed
You refuse to be a house of ill repute
For drink drugs and evil spirits so loose
You have kept your word and fight each urge
To use again and fly like blue bird
Instead you bravely stay on the ground
Where flowers grass love at last are found

Fun Time Gone

The fun at a house of ill repute

I sat down with the best intention to write about flowers
love and bees, this made me think the whore house had plastic flowers
and that is apt as it is
not a place for romance, red roses and chrysanthemums.
I have had much fun at these places, not only the sex part 
but also, the laughter and dancing.
The women liked a sailor and the possibility of further romance.
I know of seamen who married former prostitutes and
their marriages have normally been happy ones.
Time has changed, the women are victims of men’s sexual advances 
and buying and selling of, flesh other than pork is outlawed.
Just as well, now girls in this trade are called sex workers
compared with the cleaning ladies and so forth.
Cold cash on the table, the price depending on the position
like asking the char to go out and weed the garden, well you
have to pay extra for that.

Making Mandy Beg

In New Orleans for some highjinks.
Here to rally ‘round the flag.
She’ll be open to suggestion
When I’ve got her bound and gagged.
I won’t need to solve the riddle 
Of the chicken or the egg
To distinguish first from foremost
While I’m making Mandy beg.
  
You can bet your bottom dollar
Gonna taste forbidden fruit
On a fragrant bed of roses
In this house of ill repute.
Hog the limelight. Gild the lily.
Need to take her down a peg,
Teach her all the whys and wherefores
As I’m making Mandy beg.
	
There be rotten things in Denmark:
Humble pie and bathtub gin,
Sour grapes with gall & wormwood,
Magdalena’s Den of Sin.
Gonna need a pot to piss in.
Go and tap another keg.
She’ll be forced to face the music
When I’m making Mandy beg.

There’ll be ample food for thought
When I talk turkey with the cook.
I’ll be tickling her fancy
Till she babbles like a brook.
Then I’ll call her on the carpet
As the juice runs down her leg. 
Demon rum, Miss Goodie Two-shoes,
I’m just making Mandy beg.

In Loving Memory

I strolled through the local cemetery the other day
And here are some epitaphs I observed along the way:

Cletus O'Toole lies herein
Too much boozing done him in!

Here lies a gambler molding in his crypt
Odds are he was shot by a chump he had gyped!

His spouse spotted him leaving a house of ill repute
In short order she done him in during a heated dispute!

Clyde raced down the mountain and failed to swerve
Meeting his doom on an S-shaped curve!

His plea to the judge was ruled to be moot
He was sentenced to hang for fencing some loot!

Buckaroo Bob was throwed from his horse
And was buried with his boots on as a matter of course!

The town ruffian was our late friend Keith
He met his match and was interred sans his teeth!

Pilot Pete's final radio message was, "Oh! Shoot!"
Seems he forgot to don his parachute!

Farrier Fred was a premier cobbler as a general rule
Alas, he was kicked in the head by an unruly mule!

Butcher Bruce was expert at wielding his knife
But in a fatal spat he was out-wielded by his wife!

POTD 24 June 2021

Ill Repute

ILL REPUTE

It was a house of ill repute 
And though the occupants were cute
(Or so I gather second-hand,
I haven’t visited, you understand)
The local residents agreed
That, though such places served a need,
They really didn’t think it should
Be sanctioned in their neighbourhood.
Theirs was a clean, God-fearing town
And this would drive house prices down.
That really wouldn’t do at all
And so they marched on the town hall.
But that all ended in despair
(The Mayor was a client there)
But, in the end, they won the day;
Corona virus came their way.
And to the joy of all the town,
They had to close the brothel down.
They could no longer ply their art
With everyone six feet apart.

19th February 2021
They Closed The Brothel contest
Sponsor - Kai Michael Neumann

Scarlet's Confession

(for Scarlets of the world)

Scarlet was born in a house of ill repute.
She learnt early how to use lipsticks, and
Dreams never visited her.

Enslaved by carnivorous nights,
Her heart feared to fly, but
Accompanied her to the church.

One gloomy Sunday, she confessed -
Father, forgive me for I've sinned.
And she had a dream.
She was in heaven, standing in a crowd,
Who kept looking up.
'Even here, people keep looking up',
She thought, and asked
A woman standing next to her -
What are you looking for?
A white smoke - replied the woman.
Scarlet later found out;
'God is only a chimney', and she
Woke up beside a drunk.

Something New

Something New


I would like to buy a brand new shirt
So I can attract that silly mini-skirt
I’m tired of being a funny flakey flirt
Even knowing I’m an all-out introvert

I would like to buy brand new shoes
With rolled up sleeves and new tattoos
But Social media, the newest schmooze
Hash tagging with a bunch of yahoos

I would like to buy a brand new suit
To look presentably proper and astute
Digital images deceiving don’t compute
Drawn to enter a new house of ill repute

I would like to buy a brand new classy car
Driving around town smoking a new cigar
Driving top speed not getting much too far
Then again it may be time for a new Bar

I would like to buy a brand new Super Soul
The one I ware may have a new holy hole
Being careful not to end up in the South Pole
As I sit here sipping from my new Soup Bowl.



Oct.11.2018
Trying Something New
Sponsored by: Nina Parmenter


N/A for contest

The Failure

The Failure
When I was bored with sea life
and walked ashore in Santiago
I could find no work except in house of ill repute
throwing out the rebellious and for some reason
became a father confessor to the women, not a good start
No one wanted a book- learned man who had read Nietzsche
so when the money was gone it was back to sea.
any ship would do as long as I was paid so I could leave and
try my luck. I got a job on a Liberia type ship that looks as
it was ready to sink – it did after I left- for some reason 
the ship was going to Norway it is a mystery we got there.
After years of self-disgust, I had a heart attack and the state
gave me a sick benefit which was not enough to live on
in Norway so I want to Portugal and stayed, there deep in 
the interior and spent my time walking or writing 
alternative poetry with little success, which disappointed me
that not being knows, until I realized it didn`t matter
I had found my Shangri La and that in the end is my goal in life.

When Bordello Was Fun

When a Bordello was fun 

I sit down with the best intention to write about flowers
and love which made me think the whore houses tend to have
plastic flowers and that is apt as it is
not a place for romance red roses and chrysanthemums
I have had much fun at house of ill repute not only the sex
but also dancing the laughter and the girls liked a young
sailors and the possibility of warmer feelings. 
I  know of seamen who married former prostitutes and their 
marriages have normally been a happy one.
Time has changed women victims now of men’s sexual demands
And it has been outlawed in many countries. 
Just as well now girls are called sex workers like hire home help 
cold cash on the table the price depending on the position like
asking the home help to weed the garden, well you have to pay
extra or that

Waters Way

Waterway
When I saw the river it was not new to me I had often
seen it my dreams, its brownish water steadily seeking the ocean
and unquestionable becoming inconsequent.

It was obeying the law of the nature and not asking why it
could not run the other way back to white water of innocence.
I’m a rusty leaf in this water being dragged downstream trying 
to hide under the long grass of the embankment trying to learn 
once more that sex is not love, I nod in deference but I do not
understand why coitus should be wrong even if it is the wrong
Time, wrong woman in a house of ill repute. I say; let me do my 
Mistakes again and learn nothing of interest.

Worst Morning After

One night,  this  fellow named Newt
Decided  to visit a prostitute
But she stole all his cash
 and gave him a rash
Then his wife gave him the boot

It was the worst morning after for Newt
after he  went to that  house of ill repute
When he pissed  it did  burn
A hard lesson learned
Of that there is no dispute

The Dead Do Walk

On a dark gloomy street at the very end
across the river close to where the road takes a bend,
there's an old tattered mansion whose splendor was glorious in days of old.
It is said to have been a house of ill repute.
And in the foundation is much hidden gold.
Many a young girl entered that house never to be seen again.
And all the while the secret of the foundation challenged every man.
Year after year it was always said
that all who lived in that house were truly dead!
Some night when you feel a chill run up your spine.
Go to the end of that dark gloomy street 
and creep up that hill,
go on that spooky porch, open that creaky door
and see who you'll meet.
Look all around that darkened room
and find the casket that you're laying in.
Then let the foundation of this old haunted house win!!


By Marty Owens
For A Creepy, Scary Haunted House contest
By Constance -My Dear Heart-

"our Amazing West"

Doc Holliday truly amazing
Sick to death and two six guns blazing
Though his blasting appeared not to be phasing
The calmness of his gelding equine’s grazing

This be the glory, how the west was won
By house of ill repute, and the six gun
Plenty of action, was never boring
Funeral parlors, were businesses soaring 

Stank of many bodies in pine boxes
All human life was generalized poxy
In the west, principle way of the law
Generally how fast every man could draw

These early days were quite chaotic
Wyatt Earp’s moves were a bit methodic
The saloons were filled with poker tables
And many big bosoms of dance hall mabels

Indians drank of white man’s fire waters
Sheep herders were known as only free squatters
The winning of the west, was quite a quest
Reservations put Indians to the test
 
America has it’s many stories
How our west was won by many glories
So greatly was the west romanticized
We wonder how much was only lies 

Well documentation of westward truths
Or documentation of many human spoofs
Maybe fraudulent claims, as was the hog leg’s aim
We accept no blame, but we’ll take the fame
Placed # 15

White House of Sin Her Name Is Zezes

You got your blue slip on Zezes that Zeses ala ala BEll
Play music right boys  you nasty boys Play the music
right boys you nasty boys Zezes has her blue slip on
in the  white house of ill repute don't rebuke luke
and all the gentlemen,  give me la la bell Zezes give
me la la lay lay al Bell the Libery Bell of  Lady Liberty
you nasty gentlemen, you nasty gentlemen, give
me la la la Bell zezes got her blue slip on la la lay 
lay al Liberty this isn't louisahanna purchase. you 
nasty gentlemen

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