Nothing.

The van hit the man
Sending him over the caravan
Landing on a Prince fan
Playing A Tribute to Miles
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Albert Camus was having his morning coffee
On the promenade
Under the palm trees of Cannes

Brigitte Bardot came walking by
In a polka dot ensemble
But just the bottom and no top

Camus and Bardot
Together on the promenade
Under the palm trees of Cannes

He whistles as she hustles...
The Croisette
Top-less, but fully bottomed.

"Eh Albert!
You say life
Has no meaning
But your baguette
Begs to differ."

RD Hull started a thread
The next minute it was gone.
Annihilated by the Omnipotent Ian.

Icenine posted a thread.
The next day it was still there.
Pushed up by some threadjacker

Aerogram created a thread
The next day I was still there
Near the bottom of page 4

So if you my friend or foe
Choose to start a new thread
Be prepared for the best and the worst
But mostly the worst

Aerogram said:

NOW THAT WAS A GOOD DAY

Here I am once again
Posting all by myself
On my very own poetry thread

Is there anything more absurd
Than a soliloquy delivered to oneself
In front of no one?

There was once a man who wrote prose to himself. He wrote it on paper and walls and doors and anywhere he could find. He wrote it on the internet on websites and boards and he found that he was truly alone.

Someone broke the monotony
Shortly before my lobotomy
Soon after shcck therapy
Mercy, mercy me
The absurdity

The emptiness of space and the vast nothingness between stars and planets exemplifies my soul.

There once was a poet
Who could only write prose
So he settled for single-line limericks
That were not limericks at all
Unaware that limericks
Were not poems
Nor he a poet

So someone please explain
Why this poem starts the way it does
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N is for the "no" you just heard
O is for the orgasm you faked
T is for the time you waste here
H is for the havoc you wrecked
I is for the inspiration you lacked
N is for that "no" still to be heard
G is for the garbage that you like

Landing on the moon, the astronaut noticed how much it was like human existence... barren and without purpose... he felt so depressed that he removed his helmet and died a lonely death in the emptiness of space.

If a tree falls in the forest
Does it matter if it makes a sound?

If you still think that this
Is the ultimate philosophical question
Then just put a remote camera
Deep in the damn forest
And wait til a beaver comes along

If a tree falls in a vacuum does it make a sound?

A tree fell
Into a giant vacuum
Making a sound
Much like this thread

Goodbye, they say
Love me, they mean
Praise me, they dream
Stop me, oh please do

The Ballad of the Exiting Orger
Makes you reach for your Salinger

Aerogram said:

:LOL:

That was the most timely poem possible!!!

CLASSIC!!!

In fact, that poem needs a new thread of its own!!!

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IceNine said:

Why bother? It's all meaningless.

Aerogram said:

Utter perfection!

:LOL:

It's all pointless.

Zero is the scariest number