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Contest: Black Cat Moan by Glenn Hughes
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
Date: July 7th 2026
A title can be the make or break
On if a work is read.
If it sparks some intrigue
Then ideas fill your head.
It draws your eyes and pulls you in
To see what can be found,
Just like Glenn Hughes song, "Black Cat Moan"
Has expressions quite profound.
He's on an inward journey of recovery,
Some soul and spiritual healing.
The title alone - "Black Cat Moan"
Reveals the pain he's feeling!
A title can be a prècis of the work
Or it can give readers a clue.
It aids interpretation.
Though that's up to me and you.
So as I write my poems
I'll give some thoughtful time
To create a title that might give away
The reason for the rhyme.
Inspiration Glenn Hughes singing
Save Me Tonight (I'll Be Waiting)
From his Album, Feel
My Version - Til' The End Of Time
I am lost in this big world
with only memories
of you my darling
oh, I need your love
You whispered you would love me
til' the end of time
I've been such a silly girl
oh, I need your love
I'll be waiting, waiting
take a journey to me
say, I'll see you soon, love
I'll be waiting, waiting
I am counting the seconds
the minutes and the hours
then, we will be together til' the end of time
So hurry, hurry to me dear
I'll be waiting, waiting
I would wait for you til' the end of time
I want to feel your caress
your lips on mine
I'll be waiting, waiting
take that journey to me
become more than memory
I'll be waiting, waiting
I can hear your voice and laughter
that twinkle in your eyes
and that smile that fills a room
love you
I want to feel your caress
your lips on mine
I'll be waiting, waiting
take that journey to me
become more than memory
I'll be waiting, waiting
waiting .......
Seeking for help to God above
Here I am pleading for my soul
not for money but for real love...
oh, so longing to be made whole.
In praying to the Almighty
my heart wrestles midst earnest plight
as teardrops show tenacity
for freedom from greediness' flight.
Bowing to the Lord does bring joy
midst struggles due to hard work's pain
smiting worry and doubt that annoy
against worldly cravings so vain.
I flee from the god of money
toward Christ's inviting altar
with His words sweeter than honey
knowing by faith, He's never far.
I adore the heavenly King
Who grants eternal salvation
guarding me from ruin's lurking
brought by love of money*'s sanction.
To the god of money and gold
You are what my spirit resists
midst great destruction you unfold
since in God of love, grace persists.
1 Timothy 6:10 “For the love of money is the root of all evil: which while some coveted after, they have erred from the faith, and pierced themselves through with many sorrows.”
Response to Glenn Hughes' God of Money
June 20, 2024
7th place, "Glenn Hughes" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori; judged on 7/16/2024
Poetry has died replaced
with raining madness cunning
thoughts battered heart
bickering minds the absence
of simplicity a calming time
the laughter of Amos and Andy
reading of Langston Hughes the
braising nesting belligerent from
Ernest Hemingway mingling with
this fondness of Robert frost
the bold sassiness of Maya Angelo
mastering the crafty sinking mental
turmoil of Virginia woolf needing to
die to be heard cradled beneath
painful sighs of Emily Dickenson
brillantly craving morbid hints of a
pastel death blooming tangible
lessonscovenant only by dramatic
hues canvases Jane Austin's youth
bestowing the missing pieces to
caressing thought of the creative
mind separating emotions embracing
thee enchantment of the galloping
Greek muses within a moment of
silence poetry is simply no more
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 for the water
I decided to put Glenn Hughes on the vinyl record player
and to this end he saved me
His lyrics were gifted and crafted as if they
were designed just to hold me tight
his voice lifted and elevated me…
took me out of my shoes
I’ll never forget this day and other days
where he saved me
saved me from the sirens
saved me from the bay
I love you Glenn
I respect you Glenn
And out of appreciation, I will hold Glenn Hughes inspiration poetry contests every month from now until the end of eternity
“Paste”
by Positive Mark
At times, I find it difficult to call myself a poet.
Can such a grandiose tag be placed on a recluse?
It’s one thing to possess a passion for words,
quite another to put them to use.
Political climates produce frigid spells, intended to get on your case.
Busted relationship matters that swell into masks that I wear on my face.
The pieces of man and his harsh incantations
The heartbreak of vixens revealed at this station
The murder of music
The horn blasts of sports
The sight of my girl’s daughter prancing in shorts
The use of two eyes, while ignoring the third
The smoking and toking of each broken word
The hairdo
The smile
The swagger
The butt
My slip on the grip left a kid in her gut
The Black on Black crime
The innocents shot
The infrared beam never placed in one spot
The wording
The phrasing
The stories we tell
The eloquent way to tell you “Go to Hell!”
The grease on my lips
The holes in my shoes
The deep crystal stare, tryna find Langston Hughes
The coffee
The creamer
The over used pot
The anguish of wanting to be what I’m not
The piping hot liquor that burns in my chest
The rhyme at the Devil’s behest
I’ve discarded pieces of my broken soul with the chaff on my living room floor.
The poetry virus just cannot be killed, so the hurt ones can even the score.
Peace.
Freestyle to Quatrain
**Letter to a Poet**
Langston Hughes inspired me as a young man
with "Daybreak in Alabama".
A plea for racial equality,
his words meant so much to me
and still do!
most times funny and witty,
bringing out humor when times were ****ty!
Tupac Shakur has had a huge impact
in my life!
His message opposite from mine,
from different sides of the track!
I remember the first time I read
"A Rose That Grew From Concrete"
"Jada" and "When Ure Hero Falls"
I remember the conviction,
I felt he was falsely accused!
But controversy never shook
his convictions,
In rap he took refuge!
Can you see the common theme
of what inspired me the most?
An ambitious white boy with a dream
open mic nights from coast to coast.
Lewis Carroll, Emily Dickinson
William Shakespeare and Walt Whitman!
Poems like "Jabberwocky"
and "Oh Captain! My Captain"
I've had inspiration a plenty
from a variety of minds.
I found my muse in my twenties,
guess the stars had aligned!
Although she is not famous
much like myself!
poetically she's a genius
triggering emotions I'd never felt
Collaborations, late night sessions
helped a novice reach a new plateau!
Poetry is my release, my confession!
So my favorite poet is you, Consuelo!!
Written for for the "Letters to Poets" contest
sponsored by Monterey Sirak.
so now is the time to be courageous
to face your fear
whispered the soft
heavenly
voice
for too long you`ve lived to hypnotise yourself
but those day`s where you`ve mistreated yourself
the day`s where you would just lay down, stay down
are over
take my hand and together we`ll ride
upon Pegasus and fly over the turbulent storm
cause I know you were born to fly
fly so high
so you can kiss the sun
and catch the rainbow
I`ll teach you to again how to reach for the sky
you can enlighten others that burn
inside the demon`s trance
you can be the gypsy inside their restless soul
you have so much to say
but it`s the inspiration from unspoken words
that can be their saving grace
they can be alive again
and forever stay free
forever
have love and faith
come with me you have nothing to loose
and together we`ll walk
across this holy ground
let your pain and past loses
be your guide
may the radiance of good fortune
shine on you
and may the empty room in your heart
be filled
will you say, " I have the revolution in me?"
and I will reply
you are the chosen and justified one
for these righteous days
are not far away
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*a tribute to the rollercoaster life of Glenn Hughes
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 and we danced
bowed and swayed, scooted and hopped
all the maneuvers of lovers
And then I looked in her eyes
and she was crying
“What is it my love”, I asked
“It is that I wish to dance with you to Glenn’s music
For all eternity, forever and a day
I don’t ever want to stop”
“But my love”, I said…
“Glenn has over 50 years of songs
We can dance through the night to all his albums”
Her tears began to dry
As she let me hold her dear tight
and she moved in rhythm and twirled in my arms
“Would you like to see Glenn in concert”, I asked
“Oh would I” she exclaimed
“Then a trip to the venue it will be”
But tonight will be with Glenn on vinyl
singing his romantic songs to us
as we so deeply embrace
"ride the rainbow, crack the sky, Stormbringer coming, time to die", from Stormbringer, sung by Glenn Hughes
Forget your worries, forget your sorrow.
To Stormbringer, you're a dead ringer
For someone who won't be here tomorrow.
He's coming for you, and he's coming for me.
He's kind of like the grim reaper,
But he wields a mean sword - that's Stormy.
Each one has his time, ours will be comin' soon.
Praying on your knees won't help you.
Bay like a dog to the moon.
It's ashes to ashes, dust to dust, buddy.
If I were you (I'm just sayin'),
I'd throw myself in the big muddy.
He is coming as CO2 and methane.
He's got plenty to go around -
Bringing misery, bringing pain.
You better think about pulling out all the stops.
You oughter, before there's no water -
Shoulda planted drought resistant crops.
I'm pretty sure, we'll all be hunting for scraps.
All the pretty ice sure built up nice,
But the Greenland ice sheet will collapse.
You like anemones, sponges and starfish?
Sit and sigh, as the coral reefs die,
Maybe, upon a star you can wish.
Recall that rainforest in the Amazon?
Stormbringer, for profit, will wring 'er.
Look out your window, and she'll be gone.
The Gulf Stream collapse, too, will be coming soon.
"Well, there goes civilization",
Shouts Stormbringer from his weather balloon.
Ol' Stormbringer's bringing us a living hell.
Mother earth will enjoy a rebirth,
But will mankind do quite as well?