Best Refuting Poems
He walks, hardly touching earth,
His arms provoke cerulean sky
As wings about to try and fly:
Raising a new eternal bird.
A swan, yet not about to die
Instead a phoenix in disguise
Refuting all existing lies
Refusing low, now aiming high
They walk their muted life away
Reminder of his life on earth
His former life of lack and dearth
Inside of him they'll always stay
***
March 13, 2017
Copyright ©Darren White
Categories:
refuting, dance, inspiration, inspirational, recovery
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
Labyrinth of Sighs
Wondering through a labyrinth of sighs
More platitudes with attitudes that never question why
A litany of afterthoughts about where we go when we die
An emboldened range of rude retorts refuting the reasons why I cry
A canon blazing wartime over a century ago
The night sky spent stargazing, wondering what we really know
A multinational conglomerate just phasing out more duplicitous advertisements that “flow”
A hungry orphan on a street corner, with nowhere else to go
Self-aggrandising promotion everywhere I seem to look
The wealthy uprising causing commotions, celebrities writing books
A typhoon on the island coast, Turkey on the day the earth shook
A morbid day that hurts the most,
An undignified Capatalist crook
The arrogant certainty of western superiority
The way the monotony forms around typecast minorities
The precedence of material goods conspiring to take global priority
The contradictions of individualism that consume the vast majority
The medical anomalies and surgical advancements
The incredible atrocities of cosmetic enhancements
A formidable ferocity of genetics and semantics
An incredible philosophy of frenetic theological pedantics
A sincere gaze of solidarity into another persons eyes
A mere phase of different polarities that use scientific graphs to signify
A Purple Haze of creative improvisational genius that cannot be quantified
A confused daze of inconvenience as another witness is proven to have lied
Returning to the central point of a theoretical discourse
Concerning a fundamental joint possible hypothetical recourse
A burdened soldier after war suffering the agony of remorse
An ancient boulder from the shores of civilisations geographic historical course
A curious mathematician, an inspiring original think
The spurious contradictions of a political candidate on the brink
A furious proposition concerning a scandalously placed eye wink
Human connectivity and the endless search for the missing link
Copywright Elizabeth Moroz
Categories:
refuting, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Age 51 is often when one’s unable,
To buy the status quo, it’s old and needs mending.
New sports car, how youthful! Refuting the label,
Of premature old age, gray hair pending.
Girl friends need to be added to the stable,
Young women, their company lending,
Immortal aura when sharing their bar table.
What invokes “against aloneness”, or “befriending”?
You’ll find a word “antimonos” in Greek fable.
The element Antimony, #51, is alloy tending,
By emulating its properties, “Romeo” is enabled.
By experimenting with the valence one’s sending,
Reactions occur, some of which may be stable,
But it’s hard to tell if another is bonding or pretending,
Especially, to induce attraction, one increases spending.
Remember to study and use the Periodic Table,
It prolongs youth, the illusion of vitality never ending.
© Chaim Wilson
Categories:
refuting, age, funny love, men,
Form:
Rhyme
Before:
He waves the sea farewell
Is sure the shore will dwell
He wheels, hardly touching earth,
His arms provoke the sky
As wings about to fly:
Raising a newborn bird.
A swan, yet not about to die
a phoenix in disguise
Refuting every lie
Refusing less than high
He writes his muted life away
Remembers life on earth
A life of lack and dearth
A miss that always stays
After:
He keeps his words inside
They too will always hide
***
May 4, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Categories:
refuting, farewell, goodbye, ocean, words,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
"Dream Bug"
Hour glass
rainbows sparkling
crystal grainy rapids
sliding intrepidly through life’s fingers
their coloured sands speak in tones
they are obtuse and vapid
like snowflakes they fall
confetti on my hands
Writing you
between there
and here again
a feckless court jester
fearless sometimes
walking handstands
painting portraits
in pedantic rhyme
then a page stained,
you're thumb-licked and turning
metaphors gliding ghosting
a snail trail planchette
words miss spelled
they are moulting
like white feathers from cooing doves
we are back in grades of one
singled out on school parade
while the band plays on
we are all caught
like grounded gefilte fish in class
when the saints
go marching in
we’re stopped
for covert mingling
In the office a Nosferatu principal
ignores the grief
behind his two spectacles
two sets of hands are requested straight
knuckles down and held out
the bamboo cane
coaxed no passing
secrets out,
automata face
scream time put on delay
the clock to midnight
on his crypt's wall, hidden
strikes still a braille mind
doesn't once drop the ball
it smiles ruthfully
dialling up the forbidden
chemistry of tears,
a juxtoposition
from the internal well
My opal sky suspended
heaving dreams falling slow mo
through foggy clouds
are breathed in like lavender rain
antiseptic are all
our polished stories
rehearsed repetitively
then delayed and side courted
tennis left hand
lucid inarticulate
backhanded
Love all
candy hearted
is a fresh game
pulled swiftly
from a side pocket
refuting singing flutes
whistling and caressed
by a tongue flirtatiously wetting lips
a regular, pulsating change of pitch
a romantic vibrato
recalled
he calls me
a witch
Scent of a woman
once je t'adore
now her true essence leaking
their personalities mirror switched
bloodied and cut
pieces of peace
stolen by a foolish matador
she’s holding open the exit door
Dream Bug
walks across a
marked and sullied page
lines bleeding right
Melting
dissolved
to the far corner
lid sealed
in a glass jar
left-brained
Dream Bug
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
Categories:
refuting, dark, psychological, romance,
Form:
Free verse
The great man is dead
And he may find in this voyage
So many Columbus that left us blind
Without knowledge
Of earth indisputable speck
Steering the shipwreck
With malfunctioned cameras of dream.
The great man is dead
What this this new situation for him
Who made the first step
Through the wilderness of galaxies
On the threshold of the moon
Ambiguous mystery of origin
That makes man's giant leap?
The great man is dead,
An an entire age follows after him
Dwindling our thirst for adventure
By the measure fear
Of what our puny worth affords.
He was our Balboa there.
Death is something that happened here
A long before parachute sail
Confronted the invisible with dead arguments.
Death then is his escape
The brilliant subplot of faith
Refuting all the universe as strings
For why die to become what already are
Stars die to become stars
He dies to give back to dust
What dust has denied it wants to be.
The death of great men
Still make us see, how common we are
How similar from birth to end
How flimsy the mirage in which we pretend.
Shall I tell him farewell
Whom I soon shall meet
Not differing in status, not separated by class
Just dust of star become food for grass
That shall in one soon season
Become indistinguishable from us
Little specks
In the universe of great mysteries.
Let me salute him who fired boyhood to believe
Life is greater than man's logic perceives.
Categories:
refuting, tribute, universe,
Form:
Free verse
Oxymoron of the day: Politically Correct
“Hi, I’m Carl Palmer and I approve of this poem.”
The Informed Voter
Donald Trump called, knew my name,
called me Carl, left a message, I wasn’t home.
Hillary Clinton called, knew my name, called
me Carl, left a message, I wasn’t home, darn.
Excited that so many candidates want my vote
who sent me mail, filled my box, I read it all.
Thrilled my yard is decorated with free signs
from both democrat and that other party as well.
Befuddled am I by the newspaper articles and letters
to the editor changing my mind over and again,
confused by the television ad contradicting the
commercial just aired by the opposing opponent.
Tediously taking notes while listening to talk radio
refuting facts from previous pundits interrupted
by my ever ringing doorbell announcing another
concerned citizen soliciting suggested suffrage.
Today is Monday, I still don’t know how I’ll vote,
who best represents my interests, cares about me.
I’m just thankful that tomorrow it’ll all be over
at least until Wednesday when the recounts begin.
Categories:
refuting, america,
Form:
Light Verse
For a reason unknown I awoke in the night
While the sun approached the edge as it might
If it wished to awaken this side of the ball
With the slightest of nudges, if any at all.
No. I’d have to say, having given it thought,
That the sun, in its 3AM slumber did not
Even rustle the rooster or shine on the crest
Of the uppermost mountain off to the west.
There still is the question then as to my stirring
That might be explained by a nightmare recurring
Or too many ounces drunk six hours prior
With prudence unpracticed before I retire.
There was no refuting the change in my state
From one unaware to one wide awake
Yet the cause of the premature stirring remains
To be found and yet – something about you explains
Why I sat up in bed as if suddenly shaken
To find that my wallet and watch had been taken
As well as the money I’d hidden away
That I don’t think I mentioned. Oh well. Anyway,
Your leaving last night while I slept was abrupt,
My landlord has keys and I think he’s corrupt,
Insomnia may be a sign of disease -
There you go! They say things happen in threes.
I’ll change all the locks and replace my ID
And I’m confident you’ll be returning to me
For you told me you loved me because I’m so bright.
Guess I’ll never know why I woke in the night.
Categories:
refuting, humor, sun,
Form:
Why don’t you go along with me when it’s so obvious that I am right?
I think that your contrariness is more than I can deal with for tonight.
It’s really very childish that you won't to concede to me this point,
I know that you are only refuting it because your nose is out of joint.
Perhaps my logic is lost on you because you are acting like a mule,
Or perhaps the soundness of my argument makes you feel like you’re a fool.
Believe me when I say I have no need to hold this over your head,
Once you’ve admitted that you’re wrong it’s kisses and we’re off to bed.
But if you’re going to hold on to irrefutable facts and only deal in reality,
I’m afraid that we’ll never work this out until you can accept my duality.
Categories:
refuting, funny, me, me,
Form:
Light Verse
A baron's efforts to hold his wealth
only to have it turn on himself.
His estate slips away like water
so sad his firstborn was a daughter.
Which would have likely prevented her
through the norms of primogeniture
to assume a place of prominence
refuting male gender dominance.
But by breaking this sibling pattern
we can tell how well women govern.
Males think they must be our defender
except when it comes down to gender.
Mostly eldest males would inherit
despite if they showed little merit.
Blind bias ran rampant for ages
through Jane Austen's parody pages.
Scattered blood lines inked in a novel
as knights would want his damsels docile.
In past days some sought gender justice
equality should be best for us.
Plans to secure estates and property for male heirs.
20 Lines Couplet 125 Words 6/5/22
Categories:
refuting, class, death, discrimination, judgement,
Form:
Couplet
Computer-virus
A type of sirus?
Dog eared pedantic
Repetitive on automatic
Amorphic invasion maybe
Pushing for an erasion
Removing African
Eroding the Eurasians
Punishing most Asians.
Compute such dogma’
Hirsute not an option
In streamlining concoctions
Refuting forbidden
Ideas free and falling,
In ides of transitioning
Islands of resistance
Enlightement most insistent
Fighting fiercely for freedom
Against the force of dis-reason.
Also think again?
On that verbiage?
Does it define our
Stagnant garbiage?
©Joe Maverick 13-6-2022
Categories:
refuting, courage,
Form:
Rhyme
Westboro Baptist Church Honored
By Elton Camp
National Unity Today Society awarded a prize
For the greatest service in refuting public lies
“Westboro Baptist has pulled the veil away,
The cause of all mankind’s ills to betray.”
Or so that worthy Society has decreed
As it issued a trophy & wished godspeed
Engraved on it, “So Will It Now Endure”
Meaning picketing funerals is the cure
The reverend, on the church altar placed
As his glowering congregation he faced
“This fine award will go very far
In showing the public what we are.”
“Amen, amen!” the flock did yell
“All but us are going right to hell.”
Categories:
refuting, satire,
Form:
Rhyme
When the Universe created the Universe and allowed for challenge
It was quite open to change and the preponderance of ageing times
Youth is not a crime and the respect for seniority has to be earned
Oh my Lord let there be earth under heaven it might have intuited
A primordial bang and atoms swished as mute mutations ensued
It had not considered that people were to talk back or quite forward
Like moody teenagers or wayward sycophants refuting the Source
Seven days later the mess was complete and an apple indigested
Abel was disabled and begetting begot generations of philistines
Time is a stretchable concept but conception quick and unpredictable
Dinosaurs passed in the flash of a pang before stones turned to bronze
And into dogma of gold mined for the pockets of inequality and gluttony
Arcs for walking on water and one lousy fish for many wretched souls
A sole and meagre bouillabaisse yet diamond soles on feet in contempt
Dinosaurs came and went stones turned to bronze and with it tools
Of destruction where synthesis and harmony should have prevailed
But that was then and there and today is here and now and counting
We have lost the abacus in computerized algorithms and the plot in the
Process of post modernity and post selfies and trivia on glittering face book
Discarded essence and existential meaning on face value of tale telling times
An icon once had a different meaning as smiling faces are arrested in botox
But not all is lost when social media and mediums hex and bewitch the planet
Opium for the masses finds novel experiences addicted to shallow delight
Ten Year Challenge before and after a self-righteous pride in rigid acclaim
A decade is a miniscule timeline of Self that speck of dust in a galaxy
And thus I cherish my wrinkles the grey in my hair the scars and defeats
Have no need for glossing and photo shop and for the denial of passing
A crooked tooth here or there and a broken crown of vital humanity
And thus I will not diminish my hunger for living in the moment of truth
22nd January 2019
Categories:
refuting, time,
Form:
Free verse
Time, art thou eternal? Thou never ending change.
Art thou of creation? A law refuting chance.
Countless orbs in heaven whirl and twirl in space,
placed on paths of gravity and light,
midst expanse of darkest night.
Time, art thou fixed? Or canst thou change?
Hast thou destination of divine or random chance?
Countless clouds of fire and rock as beauty taking place.
A vast expanse whose depth and width and height,
cannot be measured by a changing sight.
Time, thou art not immutable. Thou dost change.
Thou art a law created for a destiny, not chance.
Countless darkly densities leave light without a trace.
Collapsing holes through threads of fabric woven tight.
Time can change it's current flow. How can a clock be right?
Categories:
refuting, change, nature, science, time,
Form:
Rhyme
Off and on, I feel lonesome, can't arise.
I'm in such pain surfeit, can't drowse.
Rolling aside sweeps hurl, toss on the side.
Drop to my knees, leak why I have cried.
Cipher on this planet appeals to me.
Constantly on the stand for the story.
A sapped shell is all that is left empty.
Deserve the sign that dwells is ready.
My heart weeps for your insight.
And your unwavering devotion.
I was ecstatic when left late at night.
And refrain from refuting to any notion.
Or a flower will bud in life's greenery.
Keep your head apart from scenery.
Written: February 18, 2022
A Brian Strand Rime Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Categories:
refuting, analogy, appreciation, beauty, birthday,
Form:
Sonnet