Short Rebuttal Poems

made a rebuttal
our poorly designed shuttle
do have to scuttle...

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What is Darth Vadar's wife called after the divorce?

                      Exca-Vadar!!


My husband came up with this one......

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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...

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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....

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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 ...

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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 ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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!...

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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...

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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...

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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)...

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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)...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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’!...

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