Glenn Poems - Poems about Glenn

The door to heaven is joyfully found in his music ...

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Written: February 28, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori *********************** I long to explore the depth of your flummoxed mind, fathom the forms of your emotions, and outline the scenery of in dreams of avarice It seems to be the right time...

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"Time, keeps slippin' and there's no crime You know there is no time it's never too late" Oil and Water - Glenn Hughes I do not have time I already left Missing my connection Ending up bereft And time stops spinning Stops playing it's game I see all for what it is I'm always just out of the frame Time is inhaled My breath is on...

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Glenn Hughes Rocking voices Singing dancing bassing Calming soothing rocking rolling The best ...

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the plane ascended. i yelled it. this straw in the wind; fly fly fly i felt it was a necessary affectation to ensure a safer flight or rather a calmer form of passenger bring out the java i want to ride the bean we soar, slope upward i greet the turbulence with grit i summon over a flight-attendant and offer to help up...

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Glenn Hughes is great He sings so strong I love his act He does so belong He plays the bass Yes, loud and clear He makes you want To come closely near Fifty years of music Since he was young So hard to tell When it all begun So we dance tonight To tunes so nice It is just simply A grand pure delight...

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Acoustic Beauty. Creatively Dazzles Every Friend. Glenn Hughes Is Joyously Kind. Laughter Must Now Open Performances. Quietness Renders Soft Tenderness. Until Violins Whisper Xylophone Yellow Zest ...

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I don’t recall that first splendid moment Our meeting point is unknown to my mind I can still bring to thought your lovely scent Two perfect strangers so sublime But I have a life so no more of this I beg you to please leave me and forget On just a whim we discovered that bliss We must remain perfect strangers that...

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By Tony Angelo If you're drifting on a empty ocean, with no wind to feed your sail, The vast expanse of blue would surrounds you, Into a solitary journey without a trail. The waves would crash against your weathered hull, with a rhythmic lullaby that soothes your soul, but yet, the silence is...

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It was a dark and dreary day Thor was outside hammering clouds causing all sorts of thunder and lightning I was up late I haven’t slept in six years ever since the Illuminati poisoned my brain I was sad and I could hear the sirens calling for me… “Robert, Robert, come to the bay” But as I put on my shoes to head...

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Glenn Hughes’ music keeps me strong with the sense that I belong in this world that’s so cruel and mean with foes and enemies to be seen What I’m trying to say is he lights the way with his lyrics so strong down a path that’s very long He guides and holds my hand and let’s me understand that I’m not alone here in...

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She was welcomed into my house where she entered and said… what is that quite romantic music playing? Oh, it is Glenn Hughes on my vinyl record player and I showed her how it spins and plays the tunes she was amazed And then she asked me… may I have this dance to which I held her in my arms Glenn sang...

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Music that touches the soul That makes one’s aura glow For sure this I know As his voice makes me whoa From lyrics I watch sow The next album is always a go...

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Sing is what Glenn Hughes does what is the rare truth tonight I will play Glenn Hughes on repeat The Voice of Rock His songs touch my soul Music is the Healer it is our words upon his lips we seek Why do anything at all except listen to Glenn his body of work is Golden Oh there is so much love. Poem titles: - Glenn...

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“Music is the healer” — Glenn Hughes My one goal is to write more poems inspired by Glenn Hughes songs It could be new songs or ones I know to touch more heart where they belong A poem a day would be a nice goal so soupers can enjoy the words spoke so loud I write next to my blueberry bowl...

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