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A country needs a culture
a recognizable national vibe
Without one what you've got
is a bunch of squabbling tribes
every moment a distinction
unrelated to any status quo
startling fresh and new, unfamiliar
recognizable for its unfathomable choices
Fine factual fair
Real recognizable reliable
Immaculate immutable independent
Elegant enjoyable equal
Nice natural neat
Dear delightful discreet
Safe sage soulful
The Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen
The most iconic piece from the recent music scene
A masterpiece emotes
By the first few notes
A recognizable electric composition supreme
slicked hair
black leather jacket
ultimate bad boy of the fifties
James Dean
cultural icon
Rebel without a cause
dead at twenty-four
starred in only three movies
recognizable yet today
Oh Mara
Goddess of evil
And illusion
Come sit
With me again
Your face
Although it changes,
Is always recognizable
You know that
I can not be fooled
I’ll take what you give me
And spin it into Gold
loudly applauded everyone at the sound of our names
high-pitch my talk for a silly sounding seriousness
performing so clutched down on heavy plunging drops
late aged (bad), still recognizable ol' friend
dilly dallying danny deliberately defies
daughter dinahs deliberations
denise does donuts during danny’s debate
roaring, rearing, ready rusty ruminations
rarely recognizable, really riling up dinah’s
dander.
its wood frame is flaking
the face reflected in the glass
is time-lagged
recognizable only
when molded
to a memory
tomorrow
i will strip the frame down
varnish it
polish the mirror
then sell it on
as a good riddance
Hulking African-American character-actor, Bill Duke.
Hollywood's most recognizable "Who's that dude?"
The ultimate king of cool, quiet menace on screen.
In real life, however, he's anything but mean.
we were
always burdened
by the
captivating chatter
discreetly hostel
last likely
a shew
proposition to
reconsider southwest
precook texarkana
thickened tangy
ambition crookedly
fluster and
recognizable flake
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 31–September 6, 2026)
Damn, that face looks oddly familiar though a bit
Enigmatic too, somehow I cannot seem to nail it
Just where I met her, maybe in school or in some
Arty hangout, or perhaps way back during a prom.
Vaguely recognizable yet, mysteriously intriguing,
Unless she is an outgrowth of my wild imagining.
When I look into some people’s eyes,
I see NOTHING.
Yet in other people’s eyes,
I see SOMETHING…
Distant, yet recognizable,
And I want to get closer.
But when I look into your eyes,
I see EVERYTHING,
And when our eyes meet,
Our souls collide,
And ANYTHING is possible.
In your eyes,
I am healed.
Serious poets write fancy sonnets
Fear not, entertainers and comedians
If the clown shoe or nose fits, don it
The avant guarde says ~ Give us plebians
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Written in comedic pentameter
sans recognizable rhythm
Poetic License #54321 - Poof
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the years have added
to my patina in ways
that were not pre-approved
they crept up
one saggy whimper
one tiny wrinkle at a time
sly and sneaky
perfidious and insidious
emphatically inclined
till one day barely recognizable
the years took their toll
adding much to my patina
AP: 3rd place 2023, Honorable Mention 2022
North Carolina approaches
And I retreat
To my recognizable refuge
Marked by the stains of memories on the floor
And the broken shelves
Destroyed under the pressure of moving pictures
A closet I can finally walk into
And maybe, just maybe, get lost in
Never to be found
Never to be moved
Yes, I’ll stay
Because I’m not prepared to part
Form:
I've been known to fabricate entire planets,
crafting layers of reality like a masquerade ball.
Perhaps the greatest secret I hold of all,
is that there's no clear distinction to the eye,
between my art and my life,
only a thine blurred linen
where pandemonium of existence bites,
congeals into something recognizable.
But don't quote me on that;
I change my mind with the changing tides.
The light-stepped girl
standing before the mirror
slowly comes to realize
that the child is a woman is a child.
It is winter
and the light is low
and almost warm through the window.
This person is between herself,
recognizable, almost,
as if she were in line
with her past and her future.
For now she is a child-woman,
a little scared, a little proud,
a little cold.
Form:
My, the frightfully threatening roll
of the foreign tongue
inexplicable, rapid fire
shrapnel to the unaccustomed ear
proceeding, ever forward
in an unintelligible tirade.
Ears ache for understanding
Eyes strain for common ground
no single sigil or symbol recognizable.
My Lord, to be so alone, so lost
so must we journey, infants all,
landing without fan fair
on distant shores, seeking only
love and acceptance.
"what strangers know"
somewhere between peace and despair
a stranger gently hears and sees
somehow restoring mind body soul
elsewhere between harmony and misery
a recognizable someone looks away
ultimately diminishing light and grace
abandon the darkness
embrace the clear
walk with music
someway between phantoms and shadows
shadows are never distant or behind
making freedom of what strangers know
SkyWatcher
05-04-21
11/10/12
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A sound of silence veers its head
Staring blankly into obscure delight
A recognizable face appears in the light
Inward laughter—fed
Never heard it this loud before
Something shifts on volume low
The majority has become the foe
Even words—they ignore
No one needs to understand
For all is heard within
All they need is that grin
All else—reprimand
My twin sister Carolyn is wildly creative.
She has made me a Lucille Ball purse.
It is fabulous; I love it!
There is a cartoon montage of Lucy all over it.
Many recognizable faces on various episodes of I Love Lucy.
I carried it around to several stores today.
Strangers begged to know where I got it.
I could have set up shop and sold these.
It’s a computer bag, not a purse my sister told me when I called her.
I smiled at the predictability of my twin.
there is no-thing...
it is vacuum
and foundation
of reality...
we
are the perpetual
want
that holds it together
in some recognizable fashion
that is communicable...
with reserves depleted
and endlessly challenged
we stumble on blindly
perceiving and questioning
a braille reality...
but with symbols and words
we make use of our turds
and through recycling
build this...
something is missing
from winning
for losing
as to how to brake
this...
recycle of poetry
...
He arrived on dusty shores
Way too early, it would seem
Skinny and gaunt, left to die
Not recognizable as a human being
The first time she opened her mouth
Something shrill began to sing
No one wanted to listen to her vibrations
So the hole was stuffed with many things
They lived together as one
No family connection to bind them together
Back and forth, out and in, they'd come again
Life birds of a feather
...safe in the ARK
Written by Trudy Schrader on 12-01-2022
She could stare at
that painting forever
like it is talking to her
every stroke so recognizable
the artist must have been
stalking her all her life
every line so intimately done
even her thoughts seem to be
moving in sync
guess someone eventually
got pass the little obstacles
maybe they cared enough to
look a little deeper
gosh, the girl in the painting
looks amazingly just like her
just a little happier
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