No matter the subject or topic
tho' it may burn will I ever learn
would it hurt if my lips were to close
as whatever I submit suggest propose
she will be myopic
nay-say gainsay contradict oppose
may as well hold my breath
as every word I utter
receives the kiss of death
and melts in my mouth like butter
should I assert it's what she does it's her wont
'No I don't,' is her depiction
in contentious rebuttal
thereby confirming my conviction
and morning noon and night
she'd like to be I'll also mention
tho' none too subtle
the epicentre of my attention
is it a female thing or only her compulsion
for at the end of the day
it's not the last word she wants
it's the final say
Categories:
rebuttal, feelings, for her, how
Form: Rhyme
In my writes replies and poeming I often use a certain word
Therein..This word in truth 'is imput see.' Not sanctioned in
The current dictionary.? And yet the English langauge grand has
Been the work of tounge and hands, one of which is Saxon
West..Or Germanic..? If I pass the test? And 'im' within
Germanic tounge 'is the same as in.' Thats where I'm coming from , so from a plaited and interwoven vocabulary
Not formerly chosen.. Nor of standard till Alfreds day would be' he
An Saxon Anglo btw..I find two words are the same to use
In-put or Im-put to my peruse.'
Categories:
rebuttal, analogy, appreciation, education,
Form: Rhyme
made a rebuttal
our poorly designed shuttle
do have to scuttle
Categories:
rebuttal, allegory, analogy,
Form: Haiku
I can't help but find it ridiculously absurd
when people call Biden a liar and a fraud
yet believe Trump is truthful with his word.
Cheering his fictitious claims, they applaud!
That man has spun so many webs of lies,
that he has to tell more to cover his butt.
Blaming others for everything, using alibis
that are nothing more than ludicrous smut.
It's not our Democracy that has failed,
but narcissists who want to act like a king.
He's the guilty one who should be jailed.
Alcatraz is closed, but what about Sing Sing?
I had no intention of being political again,
but sometimes lines are written that irk me.
I've no political affiliation, but I won't abstain
when some wing nut is on an anti-Biden spree.
The claim seems to be that Biden likes to rant
but who bellows and rages more than Trump?
It befuddles my mind, and I swear I just can't
comprehend why they defend that ogre's rump.
Categories:
rebuttal, political,
Form: Rhyme
I am not responsible
for your irresponsibility,
I cannot return
what you have not given to me,
I am not accountable
for your unaccountability.
I cannot understand
if you are incomprehensible,
It’s hard for me to forgive
if you refuse to forgive me.
I find it hard to be transparent
in view of your lack of transparency,
So, when you are accusing me
consider why I think as I do,
For the way you treat me
says a lot about the way I treat you.
Written August 22, 2022
Categories:
rebuttal, how i feel, relationship,
Form: Rhyme
All things considered, I respectfully disagree
That a glass overflowing is neither half full nor empty
Obviously, over the rim is simply more than enough
You can’t pour any more in, or, into a full glass stuff!
H/T to Jeff Kyser’s response to my “Perspective”
Written June 17, 2022
Categories:
rebuttal, perspective,
Form: Quatrain
Some of our finest literary writing
Is found in rebuttal and debate
Especially when it is logical, reasoned,
Well-written, or cogently spoken
Like writings of Madison and Paine
And speeches of Lincoln and Douglas
Too often, these days, anger prevails
Striking as if with a sharp cutlass
What, I wonder, is to be the gain?
Taking a position for a token …
To gain notice for a season …
I have especially noticed of late
That debate seems more like fighting.
written January 20, 2022
[poem is composed using my reverse
rhyme scheme abcdef/g/fedcba
Categories:
rebuttal, perspective,
Form: Rhyme
So, who says it takes ten years to become a poet?
I’ve read incredible lines from second graders --
Some may write for sixty years, you’d never know it
For all some have become are mediocre shaders!
Do you consider it “good” poetry to criticize others
When you’ve not developed a modicum of expertise?
Your propensity for negative thoughts only smothers
While most Poetry-Soupers skills steadily increase.
So, be careful how you turn your venom on Soupers
Whose work is far superior to what you are showing
Open your Comments for those you call “poopers”
And we’ll share our true thoughts, not so glowing!
I hope when you read this poem, you do take offense*
For we are tired of being the butt of your nasty intents.
#55 on Best New Poems List
Written November 29, 2021
*for your information, this is a classical form put
to good use, in this case, since you criticized us
for using classical forms!
Categories:
rebuttal, how i feel, poetess,
Form: Sonnet
Love is the rebuttal to a cynic
Who holds we're only true to selfish ends,
Patients at some existential clinic
Inside for reasons no-one comprehends
For madmen have no cause to make amends
Weak-minded men seek out what serves them best
The coward dreams of karma and pretends
while lunatics take all and damn the rest
Personal survival's not the quest
for individuals always die alone
No, thriving here together is our test
The madness is to think we're on our own
To love is to accept this is the goal
Love our reward as pieces of the whole
Categories:
rebuttal, love, wisdom,
Form: Sonnet
Scuttle My Last Rebuttal
So what I will have to do is scuttle,
What appeared to be last rebuttal;
Proposed by me,
And with no fee;
Confused when things up did muddle.
Jim Horn
Oh heavens. Over ten again.
Categories:
rebuttal, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
WE KEEP OUR JAM IN THE CELLAR
AND THE BASSOON IN THE DEN
GO IN THE CELLAR AND BRING UP
THE JAM
CLICK YOUR FINGER IF THE MUSIC
IS TO YOUR LIKING
SEE THIS IS THE JAM
AND THE BASSOON
WE DON'T GO AROUND
PUTTING JAM ON INSTRUMENTS
AND LICKING IT OFF THE INSTRUMENT
WE EAT OUR JAM
AND WE ENJOY OUR JAMS
WE DON'T DO THIS
Categories:
rebuttal, appreciation, beautiful, culture, dance,
Form: Ballad
I apologize at any unintentional
flagitious, egregious,
deleterious et cetera and
atrocious (asper wording),
which accidental faux pas
toward an allpoetry participant
named skypriceireland, who brand
did me with
crookedly unflattering feedback,
and practically demand
did, an explanation,
which hoop fully
clarifies intended feedback,
thus aye expand
utmost sincerity and perceives
how my anger got fanned
when purposeful intent grand
lee and roundly surmising
if the Jesse (un-named child) referenced
in the poem played
an influential invisible hand
as the whims of children
can be so inventive
absent any parental oversight
to inveigle being baited
from kiddie make believe island
a desired outcome, rather
exclaim with com manned
double delight at such un-planned
Hi Yo Silver braying ejaculation,
thus upon this
expostulation I stand.
Categories:
rebuttal, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Light Verse
Rebuttal mind why are you so fluent
Why do you snap back like a rubberband with a sting
Why do you transpire based on sight and feel
Why do you engage in the forte of a hilt
Is it because a strike like the third eye makes an out real
The gist to which switched of gut wrenched What is to feel
Possessing the ability of lost and found
That is to heal
Submerging fore in rear that reminds
A rebuttal mind
Categories:
rebuttal, art, betrayal, conflict, corruption,
Form: Free verse
Believing prevarications, from you, confined,
taking the route to the open lands, so blind,
unsighted within alternative techniques,
you and me in contact, two afflicted, combined,
they always expressed the truth, we were unique.
Uncanny combination, circumstance affairs,
me acting out of regret, you acting debonair,
answers left more questions, interrogation,
believing actions set in motion, not repaired,
I'm caught between two worlds, interpolation.
Made your bed, now I sleep in deep ruefulness,
no more direction, our existence unfruitfulness,
characteristics, weak, broken mirrors bring trouble,
I wake up in morbid decay full of dreadfulness,
your excuses full of lunacy and forceful rebuttal.
Written By: Laura Loo
Date Written: February 16, 2016
Categories:
rebuttal, angst, break up, lost
Form: Verse
Seems like I could be on top of the world.
I think about poetry like my tongue is pearled.
Just the other day I wrote a poem to honor another poet.
I spun around in a spin to unfurl to the Soupers whorled.
I know they think they’re the bombshell.
They are big headed and believe their words cast the spell.
They vortex puts us in a whirlpool.
They billow swells.
Soupers let’s keep it real.
The universe zeal.
We entertain each other with our thoughts.
Poetry is our appeal.
We write to regale.
Anything else considered is to no avail.
I laugh aloud.
Soupers the advantage is a tall tale.
I am here to share-out.
That there is such a thing as an amateur in the house.
I know many fill the title of a poet professional.
This is where real skills are grandeur and profound.
Soupers, the truth expose.
A writer’s right shows.
Angstrom to a wavelength, the brain thinks and the mind depicts.
As a Poetess, here I throw it to the wind; that it is you with the *******.
To the Souper who asked for a rebuttal to his slam.
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Penned February 18, 2015!
Categories:
rebuttal, rights, universe,
Form: Rubaiyat
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