Best Bon Mot Poems

“Auld Lang Syne” - the most-sung New Year's Eve song

Courtesy Robert Burns
circa  (25 January 1759 – 21 July 1796)
the National Bard,
Bard of Ayrshire
and the...

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lifted

my words just barely dried
a poem appears in Spring
draws breath from a widow
close at hand, open to new 
worlds across the land.
gently are these bon...

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The Pied Piper from New York City – Part One

Dare his name be said?
I say, of course, Yes! 

The Pied Piper, himself, is the man,...

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When we drink, we get drunk. 
When we get drunk, we fall 
Asleep. When we fall a—
sleep, we commit no sin—
When we commit no sin,
we...

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A Coffee Merchant was the first man to find,
The corpse as he started off on his daily grind!
What he saw filtered through, so he had...

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I tell you of a friend who's so fond of everything french
She didn't call her a frenchie when she saw one on a bench 

Her...

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Epigrams

Autumn Conundrum
by Michael R. Burch

It’s not that every leaf must finally fall,
it’s just that we can never catch them all.

Piercing the Shell
by Michael R. Burch

If...

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headland harbored primitive biota abut
mint for exotic sole terrain sustaining 
sole terrain sustaining seeds, spores, spermatozoa, ova 
   seeds, spores, spermatozoa, ova ,...

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After becoming confident 
(das ernest frank gent) handled ignition
jerryrigged knobs, levers, motors, 
nameless other parts quintessentially,
set registers to “understand” vital www xy zone.
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A blitzkrieg capstone...

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Coal face 
disgrace 

Bad vibes 
from tribes

Dark art
at heart

Big deal
surreal

Uptight 
yeah right 

Sky high 
my eye

Who knew 
boohoo 

My god 
that’s odd

not half 
a laugh

High...

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(cuz ma life iz such a drag...
this toke kin “FAKE” hemp  
pyre aye roll out to you dear reader).

As a double jointed mathematical abbot...

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rondeau


bon mot...

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what a calm sea hides

into the deepest indigo
air airwaves have settled
all that remains is a fringe of tide

the tree holds, forever

on the eighteenth day
of every...

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wheel ding utmost pro lix: 
   scrum compulsions won 
despite feeling dog tired, (like a ton
of bricks weighed me down) 

  ...

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The hypnotic sleep-walk will diagnose this flaccid imp in me
All the recantations will die there where selfishness butchers the prophetic shields
As If I were to...

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