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.
Love is beautiful, it is kind and caring
Love is unconditional, it is looking after and being looked after
Every fight, every argument is a strength
It can make or break a relationship
Until it becomes too much, too many fights, too many arguments
Yet not enough love shared, love shifts
It turns to betrayals , it turns to pain
Love can be the best and worst, it can destroy a person but also heal
Love can happen in many forms, but love can be strength and weakness
Yet everyone loves, it is inevitable.
Words are just words, each made by a different letter,
one added to another, makes it even better.
Words without form, have no meaning you see,
until we arrange the words, as we want them to be.
Passed down through generations, the words we build,
not truly seeing, what they yield.
Mighty and powerful, they become you see,
those very words, rule over you and me.
We are all capable, of those words we speak,
to find in life, those thing’s we seek.
Words are the keys, to unlock this world, in which we live,
words are the fruits, of our garden, to others that we give.
They can make us, or they will break us, you see,
words play a bigger part than you or me.
The power of the spoken word, who can break its grips,
especially when those words, come from lying lips.
Words, break words, people breaks people, with their word,
no matter how you put them together, they will be heard.
So the words you speak, can make or break,
which side of the words would you partake.
For what we give out, will always return,
a house made of wood, will always burn.
For a Beautiful Verse Poem Contest by Constance La France
(12syllables/12lines)
vessels of being sail the cold surface of seas
oblivious to what may be lying below
journeys of coming and going, as it may please
of underlying truth, it does not need to know
whilst eternal tempests may rage in this above
a serenity of truth lives in the under
beneath the swell of in-between, somewhere is love
but how shall a vessel, as such seek this wonder
for the being, will the searching be make or break
at the same time, surviving the eye of a storm
and be more than, avoiding the wreck of heartbreak
finally finding truth, in the one who is warm
In my country
For you to make sense
You need to have money
For you to be respected
You have to throw money around
For you to find love
You need to have money.
Every effect
A cause
A man's wife may either
"Make" or "break" him
Everyone has their
own style of expressing things.
Forgetting we're souls
Not the body
The soul is limitless
And the body is very limited
We're from the infinite source
Never to be limited to substance or things but purpose.
A parakeet is a talking bird
He’ll repeat whatever you say
Which, depending on your mood
Can make or break your day
Move or walk
With those you confide in
So you can do whatever you want
Without being fearful or timid.
Pay attention
So you don't, fall a victim
You never pay twice
Maybe you lost attention
Letting your opposition
To take advantage of you again.
Stay strong, stand firm
But be fragile
To those
Who wanna see you on top
Not low, so they can glow
Your circle, your elevator
Into another realm or level
The people you keep either make or break you, be aware!
Aren't We All?
Alone in a vast ocean
Attacked by waves of emotion
Searching for that sea of tranquility
Trapped in this wretched reality
If we could only find the release
And escape to peace
But chaos fills the time
Even as I write my rhyme
How can this be?
If all was only up to me
I would run with empathy
If allowed to choose rightly
We all fly headlong with no clue
When flying blind like we all do
Ragged and well worn
From our wants we get torn
It's never appealing
When all our senses go reeling
We get hard jerked from highs to low
These lessons in life we may need to grow
Yet many fight the flow
Showing all they never did know
It's the choices we make
It's make or break
Run and hide if you choose
But then you suddenly loose
To bring changes about
Don't pout
We must work in harmony with the flow
We are caught in the power of this ocean, you know
When freedom rings
There is a special joy that brings
mathematic is to make or break
a solution is to make or break
mathematic is a solution
mathematic is the answer to the solution
mathematic is the answer to make or break
the answer is the question to the solution
the answer is the question to the mathematic
the answer is the question to make or break
the answer is the heir
the heir is the conqueror to the question
the heir is the heir to the solution
the heir is the heir to make or break
the answer is to conquer the question
the conquer is to conquer the heir of the question
the conquer is to conquer the heir of the solution
the conqueror is the solution of the conqueror
the conqueror of the solution is the conqueror of the mathematic
power is a heir of power
a conqueror is a heir of power
power conquer power to a heir of power
power is to make or break
Nation bloom or doom
Depend upon the leader
Either make or break.
I swim in the vast ocean of mind and
plumb its depths for treasure
The pleasure is all mine as it exercises
my will to be great
Many covet life's precious jewels but aren't
willing to give what it takes in return
I've learned that nothing is free in this game of
life and high stakes
The price can make or break a man depending
on his perceptions reach
High science is a vault that can never be breached
by the mind of a layman
You can climb Jacob's Ladder high into the sky
of a mind by saving life
Heaven awaits atop the stairs like a loving and
faithful wife
Just & true are the words being spilled from the
hermetically sealed
The sight of such truths can blind a man with eyes
that don't see & can't feel
Giving faith to those who didn't previously believe
in what's real
Poem written in 2021 from my book Poetic Gnosis
available on Amazon to read for free or purchase
Y yo loco loco..
Could it be wrong to kick back and just write?
What’s your passion?
I’ve gotta a lot of thoughts
I’ve got a lot of plans;
There’s a real one in your reflection,
money doesn’t make you real;
Eyes on the prize when it’s make or break,
I’m gonna take the game and change it;
Y Yo loco loco..
I’m a Kamikaze
crashing into everything;
Loco loco.. All eyes on me.
first impressions count
they make or break how you think
person really is
I hate that your attention
has the power
to make or break
my day.
Fanatical fan
Surfing waves of emotion
Make or break my day!
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