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Premium Member A National Vibe

A country needs a culture
    a recognizable national vibe

  Without one what you've got
    is a bunch of squabbling tribes
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Every Moment

every moment a distinction
unrelated to any status quo
startling fresh and new, unfamiliar
recognizable for its unfathomable choices

Friends

Fine factual fair 
Real recognizable reliable
Immaculate immutable independent
Elegant enjoyable equal
Nice natural neat
Dear delightful discreet
Safe sage soulful
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member Bohemian Rhapsody

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
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Bad Boy Bad Boy

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


Mara and Sarah Or Sarah and Mara

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

Still Recognizable

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

Premium Member dilly dallying danny

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.

The Mirror

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

Premium Member Bill Duke

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.
Form: Clerihew

Premium Member A Memo Message With A Pair Of Words

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)

Strangely Familiar

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.
Form: Acrostic

Nothing Something Everything Anything

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.

Premium Member Sonnets for Comedians

   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



   __________________________
    Written in comedic pentameter
    sans recognizable rhythm
      Poetic License #54321 - Poof
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member My Mirror Looking Back

Listen to poem:
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

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:

Artist of Facade

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

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.
© Tris Tram  Create an image from this poem.
Form:

Premium Member Adrift In the Cradle

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

"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
© Lisa Ricci  Create an image from this poem.

Soundless Epiphanies

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

Premium Member My Lucille Ball Purse

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.

Premium Member A Reason For Words

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
...
© Sand Blown  Create an image from this poem.

Safe House

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
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member 'the Painting'

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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Form: Ekphrasis

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