Short Rebuttal Poems
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March for Our Lives Parade Poem 5
Now that they aren't here anymore,
Permanently did close each dark door;
Sound so subtle,
With no rebuttal;
Dead are all of those who we do adore.
Jim Horn
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.
Seems like the light shines
The darkness status stutters
Win brings fourth movement
Tornadic rebuttal
Environmental kind
Light turns dark into clutter
1/4/26
written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
Let us reboot, tremors subtle
Of foreign origin
Give each dark fear a rebuttal
Let our heart be virgin
Vibrant is love’s presence
Blissful is soul essence
Innate luminescence
Thoughts in pursuit
Let us reboot
21-April-2022
Quietus
Eddy currents rise, to delight
Magnetism, so subtle
Rapture tingles through day and night
Love without rebuttal
Within the Sushumna
Chitrini and Brahma
Unveil chakra Ajna
Behold bliss surprise
Eddy currents rise
17-October-2021
Quietus
Tunnel of light, takes us straight home
We rise through the funnel
Counselled within the wisdom dome
Love, without rebuttal
Life after life replay
Love divine has its say
We learn, we grow, we pray
Golden hue bright
Tunnel of light
11-October-2021
Quietus
Hi Kendall, thanks for the message
Common Flows
He shopped worlds as winds
Inside barrels of pen whites
Doubtful surrender tender in decree
Whole dime poignant
Deliver in tiles rebuttal
Confer disappointed moisture
Reprieve indecisive
I'm coming home within
Enjoy!
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
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
I am a better man for this
For the blank rebuttal of the waging tongue
I lost nothing to distraction
My ruin was I missed
The song I should have sung
I am a better man for this
For walking when violence bloomed
In the venomed mouth
I love gardens
And fed for peace where they perfumed
Far from thunder's rolling shout.
Form:
hey,y'know what?
there's always a but
life's never clear cut
nor open and shut
no matter what -
there's always a but
whenever you feel
you have a done deal
9 times out of 10
someone will then-
admonish tut,tut
which simply means but
it is without fail
as plain as the tail
on a boardinghouse mutt-
there's always a butt!
Advertisement adversity
Advertising of language
Incident of speech
A dissuasive measures rebuttal
The science of polemic draw
From no veering elsewheres
Sound of water as naked leaf
Enclosed is the burden of purchase
Not without
Pitching fluent
Campaign for after
Elect as fervor in demeanor
Subversive literatures metre
Listen to poem:
that sweet paean
where you and I began
the soft concern
from those lips I yearn
was gently, quickly
coldly abandoned
tossed into a river
to drown at the muddy bottom
I know, I know
I shall plot my rebuttal
for feelings have no place
in your tribunal
I must be swift
so swift of heart and mind
when your demons
come to call
SPRING HAIKU
April snow
offering a fresh canvas
……Jonquils…….spring’s rebuttal
soft bunny ears
hide among the tulips
……pink nose…..red petals
garter snakes slither
slowly searching for the sun
………… warm stone beckons
©4/16/2021
At 12:00
High-Noon
The train
Left New York
For the
Coast
Inside,
Echoed
A warning
From a shell
High dry
And remote
In the boxcar ….
“I’ll be back
In the spring
For rebuttal
When the lead
You have now
Is worn thin
“I’ll be back
for one run
Up the Hudson
With new oars
Pulling deep
From within”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
I bent my will into the wind,
a final last rebuttal
And felt it rage against my soul,
in anger that was total
I pressed again, and then again,
and waited for an answer
It blew back hard, and harder still,
its force a rabid dancer
One last time I pushed it back,
its vortex caving in
Whose fury split in breezes tamed
—my destiny within
(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)
Poems have long been written
for rebuttal and dissent
By those who have been smitten
who wish to lament,
Poets are known for temperament
like all creative kinds
Always given to intense argument
with those of differing minds,
Or differing views, if you choose,
free speech is highly prized
The most eloquent won’t likely lose
but may be rather surprised.
Written October 30, 2022
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
Trending the nude prints,
life had been dismissive,
plucking the gray hairs from brows.
Manipulating the dopamine
the body’s odour
wafted through the cluttering limbs.
Charcoal underlines the
need of a wounded dove.
What else one needs from grain and water.
The tears will sew the lids
one day. I don’t want
to *******he sea again.
The dogfish comes on the
shores for a rebuttal.
It had never led a dog’s life.
Satish Verma
Two ravens in the summer dusk
Were, back and forth, debating
From two phone poles, loud and brusque
They kept deliberating
When one gave their rebuttal
The other answered back
But far be it from the kettle
To call the raven black
And while I stood observing
They looked at me askance
A creature undeserving
Of a simple sideways glance
On this one thing they did agree
Those two birds of a feather
And, mocking all humanity
They flew away together.
I look into the mirror
And feel sad at what I see –
A wrinkled replica of
A more vibrant, younger me.
On certain days, it’s not so bad;
Perhaps the change is subtle?
But looking at a photo album,
There is the rebuttal.
For just a year or two ago,
I think I looked okay,
At least a whole lot better
Than how I appear today.
But hey – a face is like a map
That marks the paths we’ve chosen
And all the ruts and potholes, well,
They sure beat decomposin’!
Is he really political.? I mean he runs no party of that ilk.'
Yet I see 'the descriptive given' woven in like silk.)
Is he being held as a terrorist.? Or charged? He pleads
Guilty of journalisam.? Yet has he been pushed into that
Yard.? Guilty he is saying ' yet should that be the case.?
Or is he just tumbling in a fervid word mill-race.? Is any
Body thinking.? Or is it sheer brute force.? How can reason
Be introduced? Measured analysis, rebuttal and thereto
Unto fair discourse.'