Short Rebuff Poems
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T-rump’s a hustler on a stage
A pied piper who taps people’s rage
So who will rebuff
This great con artist’s fluff
And call off this ugly dark age?
It seems that we’d not seen enough
Of young actress Hilary Duff.
What is the causative?
She’s body-positive;
I won’t be the one to rebuff!
Rebuke the wind and water,
Tell them not today.
stop the time and still my rhyme.
My love has gone away.
Rebuff all life's advances
send back the proffered rose,
I've lost my breath
in my love's death........
my dreams have gone astray.
The snippity snip-snap of her bluff,
frankly, should have been enough.
To turn us away from such evil stuff.
We are Missouri Billy Goats Gruff
So it takes a little bit more of a huff
a smack down, belt or more obvious rebuff.
To make us know it is more than enough.
Equipoise, tranquil calm prevails
Nonchalant to rebuff
Hermit thus, in joy currents sails
Equal in smooth and rough
Attention internal
Immune to external
Throb of bliss, eternal
Soul enjoys
Equipoise
05-December-2021
Quietus
I slog in the chasms of darkness and bask in the glory of light,
I cherish every moment of learning and very humbly rebuff pride.
I consider Hope as my truest friend, and seek blessings from the divine,
For without Hope, there cannot be a pathway from darkness to light.
May I ask you for your love, may I?
Like a beggar with doubtful future,
Standing quietly above the sky,
Waiting for your humane gesture.
May I ask you for your love, may I?
Guessing at your probable answer,
Fearing your rebuff and “goodbye!”,
Whispering my everyday prayer…
I came upon a widow, black,
carrying a poison sac.
I asked her what was in her purse.
She suggested I call a hearse,
giving me a terrible fright,
asking if she could have a bite.
Your attentions, ma'am, I rebuff.
Of this chat, I've had enough.
I'm afraid, kind sir, it's too late.
I've already fixed your fate.
Endulge in peace and rebuff war
Embrace faith and to your heart accord franchise
Step where you could trigger a grin
Endulge in peace and rebuff war
Advocate fortitude and malevolence entomb
Capitulate to love and to rectitude succumb
Endulge in peace and rebuff war
Embrace faith and to your heart accord franchise.
O, why's my love not quite enough
You say that things are super-rough
You have to be insanely tough
And turn your voice up extra-gruff
No time to be a soft creampuff
Solution's made of sterner stuff --
I pray you'll hear this friend's rebuff
~ True love is always THE right stuff
(Iambic Tetrameter)
Shining as Self and knowing who is God,
laudable no doubt but not quite enough,
unless wisdom dawns in mind-body pod
and all cravings of ego we rebuff,
giving love a nod in our heart now thawed,
awareness self-aware, free of mind stuff,
for unless we break free from every chain,
we’ll be born on earth again and again.
Would it kill you to love me
If only for one day?
Would it pain you not to shove me
Or look the other way?
Would it kill you to love me
Instead of being cold?
I would let King Midas hug me
And turn me into gold
Would it kill you to love me
Don’t just give a stoney stare
Or will you, too, rebuff me
For the vipers in my hair?
Philter puppy love
when rain drops on
Sweating hot body
in dreaming Zone
Costing null feed
rocks strike silent groan
rebuff brings tornado
for hasty results
pleasing diets
make it rough
wearing Diamond
crazy aircraft, Philter puppy love....
Contest for 12 lines poem
sponsored by : Brian Strand
Written by: bldevnath
on 30th August 2011
As the body awakens
from the lure of slumber,
involuntary reactions
send limbs akimbo,
often with results
hilarious and violent
to rebuff once dormant
instincts of preservation.
A giggle escapes
within the thrill
of righteous struggle
as armies of cells
fill the whole with
magnetically-charged
gusts of lifting ether
levitating souls onward.
Hey there, high school teacher,
your talent to rebuff
but when you try imagining
your focus coarse and rough
Your feelings mostly borrowed,
your words ill-gotten gains
your hours spent in false critique
of someone else’s pain
You’re outclassed high-school teacher,
your envy on display
your pedantry a mocking tone
and pretense on parade
(To Wayne Miller: April, 1967)
Bright light so useful, suddenly goes off
Under great pressure for love to rebuff
Open challenge for living to be tough
Youthfulness, marred by emotional cough
And surrounded by most negative stuff
No need putting happiness in small cuffs
Cut skin, weary eyes, bruised head, life is rough
Yet to go low, all are not bad enough
Though I am a critical of others
Pretend I know best
I know my own faults
Are to many to count
I do certainly not know best
To this fact I contest
My life is a suck fest
Brought upon myself
By to many failures
To bore anyone with
But hey
I live to spoil another day
I don't rebuff
I admit
I find solace in it
My perfect day is spent telling myself off
I am not a man of the cloth
She wasn’t a beauty
though pretty enough
Her gait charismatic
with looks to rebuff
He wanted to stop her
he waited and watched
For light in the tunnel
one chance not to botch
At last she took notice
his heart beating fast
Their eyes locked together
a fleeting repast
Time was suspended
new love in the air
As she boarded her plane
—leaving only a stare
(The New Room: November, 2023)
I placed my treasures at your feet
I gave you all my songs so sweet
Before my own I placed your need
"All for you..." my daily creed
My self worth in your reflection
The biggest fear .. your rejection
Always expecting your rebuff
Knowing what I had was not enough
Yes, you turned and walked away
I always knew you wouldn't stay
A little pride at last I found
I turned away without a sound........
For life in my life I rebuff you; evil you are
You are sinister – black is your emblem
You are sadness; gloom is your offer
You are undying... world's enemy
With no invitation you come to who you will silently
You are elephant, devourer of stream
Of happiness; I need not your hand in my way
Come ~ happiness, blissfulness and gleefulness I am here
For contest: unbearable beauty in pick your colour.
5-11-2016
I knew my heart had been set alight with passion,
that memorable day I cast my very eyes on thee.
Your slightest rebuff to my endless advances
would pose a more formidable challenge to me
than Europe's invincible combined vast army.
The day you unlocked the sealed entrance to thine heart,
was like opening the world's palatial epicentre.
The access you gave me to your love's citadel,
was like the lofty achievement of a world conquest.
Form:
Sea Minuet
Prima donna restless surf
Dance on shoreline turf
Crash to augmented beat
Trip light fantastical fleet
Pirouette high and low
Gracefully curtsy, as you go
Effervescent tutu foam
Crisscross silt return home
Sea of melodious minuet
Garner stars in silhouette
Highest regards to deep blue
Keen tis moon to ensue
Reflections of stars on glass
Shimmer at ballerina pass
Chaotic tis waters rebuff
Beauty tis never enough
Everyone loves
nectar from honey
moons and the
sweet secretions of
honey sickle stems
But who will love you
when no moons shine
and seas rebuff
sands from your
continent?
When the warmth of
summer winds fade
and coolness assails
the molecular density
of your liquidity,
do candle lit windows
really welcome
torn hearts
into quilted tranquility?
Love of my love,
I pray you rest peacefully,
New moons await
on unwritten horizons
As the night disappears from the stary sky,
I wonder what emotion are nigh,
It cannot be joy because it’s absent.
Alas it is satisfaction, it came and went
For now I seem content in my heart
As it will be a new start.
Is it enough who will say?
For one life to live and one price to pay.
For the future holds new joy, new sorrow
And with that sorrow, there is always tomorrow
To pick up the pieces and move through rebuff
As my life it is enough.
Henry wants to do things
“By yourself," as he will say,
Asserting independence
Every step along the way.
At two years old (well, plus a half)
He’ll heartily rebuff
All offers of assistance
(And you cannot call his bluff).
It’s fascinating watching
As he comes into his own,
With aspects of himself that will
Remain when he is grown.
But now, as an observer,
I can give him what he needs –
The space to do things “by yourself”
In hope that he succeeds.