Best Rebut Poems

In hell is called Malebolge a site
Completely made of ferrous color stones  
As almost all the rim around looks quite.

Of the malignant field the middle zones
Are the seat for a well much wide and deep,
Of which I will portray order it owns.

The remaining band...

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The birth of a kid is just an adventure
Which has its start about nine months before 
After an instant of joy or of  venture,

When seed of man is reaching up its score
In the twisty running toward the egg
So that its breed continues to live...

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Silent, alone, with no mates at all
We went on there one forth the other back,
Like the minor friars a narrow way crawl.

Of the Aesop’s tale was now on the track
My thought after the previous seen fight,
Where he had to speak of  frog and mouse...

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By Stanley Collymore

Never speak ill of the dead we’re constantly and solemnly
exhorted regardless of who they are or the life that
they freely chose to live, as they’re no longer
around, is the lame and unconvincing excuse
that’s often and dishonestly given in explanation, to rebut or
defend their...

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Sitting here exhausted. Exhausted and drained. 
Exhausted and drained and beat.
I battled and dueled with insomnia all night,
And now I can touch defeat.

I parried with anxiety. I danced with turmoil. 
My mind was up for the fight.
Wrestling and rolling like a jittering wreck, 
My head...

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Finds me
Binds me
Cleans me
Frees me
Critics cannot blind and bind my guts
Call me mean, it cleans, frees, can’t rebut....

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New Year


Will there be a new solution
Or old problems’ dissolution
With New Year’s resolution
When to all that we loath
Including hearken to the froth
Bow and take the rebut oath? 	

Have we learned to jump
Where our toe hit the stump
And unravelled our rump
When, while at flight,
With blazing wanton...

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To make someone confused, their mixed feelings can be used to convince them that they are someone who is mixed-up. To make matters worse tell this person, “Do not take personally what I say.” Then, call them a mixed-up nut and walk away. How can...

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Rejection of worldly goods has been seen
as means for spiritual growth, to lead
a life in balance with HIS will, to wean
every material thing with no greed.

It's said, the poverty of spirit freed
one to empty of self so that HE can
fill with life and love. Prayers...

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I feel no pain I know no fear.

I'm just a tool for war I can't shed no tears.

But is this the life that I'm suppose to live.

They said I can make it if I just believe.

I just want to know which destination is waiting for...

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The world, once a seemingly small place, expands and grows with you.
Bigger, more vast, scarier.
How is one to find their place?

Searching for motivation--forward momentum, I crumble.
I sink into the abyss that is my life.
Smaller, more secluded, scarier.

I scream, but no one hears me.
This is what...

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Taking seminars in relationships,
designed to make you more considerate,
does not belay your own apocalypse,
nor offers up a tangible rebut
to your self-pity and isolation.
You numb yourself to life with drugs you choose,
preferring to be drunk or stoned to fun,
and then complain about the love you lose.
At...

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Do you know? where's the soul in a physical body?
                           can anyone say about the color of that?
 ...

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I objestigate between arabesques and sleep,
fugaciously spasmodic in fluxes and leaps.
I'm indifferent to the misanthropic mocking,
that welltering inflection that I call plockingism.
It's their cheeky syncopated schisms that I rebut,
and yet they slantathunt for the right to boff.
Well, blanderluse I refuse, so let them scoff!

I derogate...

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Our ego’s impulse~
attract and repulse
both desire and fear,
deeming body dear.

The rot’s sunk in deep;
how’ll we take the leap?
Drop the bag of grief;
give soul some relief.

Vicious is each cut,
harsh words that rebut
love seeking love’s touch,
rebuffed by a punch.

Canvas contorted,
image distorted ~
so break the mirror,
let magnetism spur.

Heart’s...

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