Best Rebuttals Poems

Written with admiration for Tom Cunningham ~ a gentle poet
maligned by one who really casts an aura of darkness


My smile is genuine and reaches to my eyes.
I do not wear a mask, nor a cloak of disguise
and I post poetry in my given Christian name.
From...

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Boys do boys BREAKS toys.  Knick knack paddy wack. Give. A dog. A bone.
Some say the things that boys do are wrong and even more wrong still.
Pushing a go cart up a steep steep hill. Wrestling down steps and falling. 
Breaking bones. Being home...

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Why, yes, that’s a picture of me there
You cannot believe I was once fair
     Just look at your belly
     It bounces like jelly
It seems you’re now ready to compare

At least I have hair you can envy
That wig...

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It started off simple enough - a peck on the cheek.
(nothing tantalizing by any means)
But then she did that delicious something

... that made my whole body weak.

And before any could protest,
with their carefully organized rebuttals,
all Common Sense ran for the hills,

but I was already at...

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‘PURPLE NIRVANA JOURNAL’
Dedicated to the legendary Kurt Cobain—(20 February 1967—5 April 1994)
		
“What else could I write—I don’t have the right.....”
Words are a big pile of contradiction—split down the middle, sincerity and fiction
Feelings we have, sarcastic rebuttals—bohemian clichés exhausted and shuffled
Finding my nest of salt—every word...

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In an otherwise
uneventuful
morning, between the
roles we locked 
eyes, bantering 
without 
mincing words, allowing 
futures, names, and
rebuttals to 
stem from our hearts 
unmuffled, and 
mingle.

A fearless 
gig between the 
staves ensued, bringing
us to melt in a 
timeless
embrace of playful
reminders of our 
unmistakeable, unshakeable, and
unutterable bond.

In a...

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Obstinate eyes, worn I, dart shadows wished pretend,  
Spun ‘round by carousel, too quick for lines to bend,
See only empty space no shackled dare transcend,
Beneath dishonest moon, short innocence to lend;

Well mannered hope once held from schools raw fish attend
Has turned against me now,...

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Rile up the rifling rowdies
at the Red River rawhide rally
A new Mustang Sally came rip-roaring muscling in
from the lower Staten Island end of Stalingrad
Treachery forged American made profit wad
Wearing a commie armband,
purporting to be party repping
concerned Russian citizens
Whose sickle and hammer banner
is the sacred “Right...

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I’d say something cheesy, like: You light up my life. But, there is no light in these veins. There is only blood; an ever coursing river of things I haven’t read enough about to fully understand. You are that mystery, steady and distantly piercing grace....

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If your ego is capacious
Or your appetite voracious
For a plucky, pertinacious
Confidence in cherished creeds,
Then your genius, though sagacious,
Conjures arguments audacious
Never seeing they’re fallacious:
Truth be told, you’re in the weeds.

Your disease: a contumacious
Predilection for tenacious
Relics of the late Cretaceous
Buried deep within your soul.
Now the clash of...

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This morning came and I arose to open my eyes ….

I left little to the imagination; because there you stood to my surprise …

Oh how can this be my love; how are you standing right here….?

I know we share this bond so I shall thank...

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rain falls today as we accept 
the dark clouds of change

puddles of blood reach the eye 
of the storm once well hidden

my galoshes are like internal 
quicksand at its wits end's peak

my umbrella is temperamental for
life, and my brain is a deluge of 
confusion

hail slams...

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AT THE MIDNIGHT POWER

As a writer I seek sanctuary in every sentence, sentiment and syllable spoken
As a man I possess a soul bought, bastardized and broken
These are traits that rate reviews worthy of nothing much
With a psyche which summarily succumbed to sorrow and such

My soul...

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Amongst giants, humbled, we become others.
Confidently content, no need for rebuttals.

Amongst giants, silence, for he is quiet by nature.
Similarities are subtle, for we have the same maker.

Amongst giants, admiration for her strength and duty. 
Our differences are distinct, as man becomes moody.
 
Amongst giants, we...

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When the challenge has become the quest
The pressure is great to outshine
The fear tries to crawl to the surface
Again will I fall victim to my ambition 
The stacks so high
In time I have months
But I want it all now
As it all sucks me in
I can't...

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