Design addict haiku.  

I walked towards a room....
to follow the strange
audible ringing that
had been calling out to
me from day one.
When I found the room
I shoved open the rickety
door to bring what I had
been walking towards all
this time finally to light.
I looked around me only to
find a scene of erupting
disarray, and great peril.
There was a sea of nobleman
behaving like wild animals
that have not been fed since
the aesthetic movement.
Notable scholars, and
men of rank, and esteem
everywhere erupting
uncontrollably, but I could
not understand why.
As I walked closer to the
ever rising verbal clutter
I wanted to gather a greater
understanding of the elevated
stress pattern in the voices
that had begun to pierce my
ears like a knife slicing
through tofu.
I fought through the vast
pool of canal splitting
grunts and groans like
an englishman fights Crest.
As I approached one of the
perpetrators of this
never ending debilitating
babble, I just had to ask him:
"what is the reason for
yelling in this barbaric manner
amongst such fine gentleman
of this stature before you?"
He looked away, and then he looked back,
and then he said......
"Because we're all right."

Winner!
$$$$$$
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RZAo93F5Roo

one more.
ladies faint, men gasp
at the sight of my sealing.
I'm a WAY better artist than you.
(OK, so i lost count on that last line. Can i get a pass?)

Dude...
That totally sucked. That wouldn't make it onto a bazooka joe label. I will let that pass though because I was never mad at you, but I'd give up poetry now. I'm surprised no one here could show a better example of poetry with all the enriched deep thinking formed from numerous years of books, and books, and books. No books. Nothing to say I guess...

clutter? Count your words...
dude talks by far the most
Then says too much verbal clutter
Give it a rest dude
(Im using my pass )

still , its true
what about the fact that it is true?
You talked by far the most of anybody, and now you have the gall to complain about verbal clutter?
Your spiel was also redundant.
More words = less said.
PLUS its a haiku thread.

Dude.
a haiku has five
syllables in the first line,
then seven, then five.
Duh.

That's poetry.
It comes from the heart. It comes from the soul. It has depth, and substance. It just spills out on to the canvas. Yours looked like it had the mange. Don't be a hater because I wrote a real poem. Something all forms could dig into. Not just your 12 friends on here. You try to bash me over here, with you fragmented broken sentences trying to piece together an intelligent line, yet your poem lacks as much substance as your frontal lobe. Don't hate. Appreciate. You're supposed to be a teacher. That's called talent. On the fly, improv. It's called acting. It's an art. That's what you can pull off when you can see for miles, and miles.

you still didnt address what I said
You have talked 3x more than anybody else in the last two days-- yet your poem rants about too much verbal clutter. I just think you should admit that you are the one who sounds like a broken power mower.
So admit it. OK? YOU talked more than anybody, and now you complain about the clutter.
Own up.
And I hardly have been posting any longer than you dude. Im pretty new here. So that whole 12 friends thing is kinda lame.

"yet your poem rants about to...
"yet your poem rants about too much verbal clutter."
So does a love movie, a musical, a play. It's called acting. It's an art. A talent. For people with imagination. People flock every night to hear someone sit at a stool in a little cafe bar, and slowly belt something like that out while everyone grasps the scene in their mind. They want to hear a story. That's what I gave. I know haiku. It's close enough, and it was damn good poem. That's poetry from someone with an overflowing imagination. Jealousy is a stinky cologne.

dear groovydude,
if you had any
self awareness I would say,
you embarrass yourself
(pass...)

Hmm.
I bet a stick of
dynamite would light up that
owl nicely. Should I?

dag, this is fun.
Oh, but what about
the five chipped, cracked bowls for two
fifty? A bargain!

didnt think you would address what I said.
You never answered. Just more self love.
Im talking content here dude.
You have avoided responding to my direct question twice now.
You ARE the verbal clutter. I proved it, and you cant even touch it.
You're slippin and slidin.
Anything to avoid admitting that you talk more than anybody here.
See, thats why you have everybody so put off.

Ya...
It takes a lot to embarrass me. I shouldn't call people snobs though, and then act so snobby in return. I need to stop arguing, as EH is right. I'm contributing more to it than anyone. It was a good poem. I just get tired of them ripping on me, so I keep going. But I've got no work done in three days because of it. I know this is Everyone's life here, and I can't get mad for asking their opinion.
I came here willingly. I should just have laughed it off, and said: Well it makes me happy. What makes me happy can't make everyone happy, and vise versa. I know that shit's not Monet's, but it all has special place in someone's heart. I could have taken not calling it all art a lot better then hearing it get called junk. That's what hurt my feelings.
Every piece is like a child to me. They look up to me, and thank me because I rescued them from someone throwing em around everywhere, truly grubbing them all up, and ultimately destroying them. I just don't like being told something I don't want to hear. I feel bad for the pieces. But I guess sometimes we all need to hear something we don't want to.
If my vision was so wide, I would never have come here to ask for advice, so obviously there are things I need to learn as well. So, I'm gonna stop arguing, and apologize for my rant, and go work some. Sorry guys. You especially EH and Woody. You guys are very smart, and I want to learn from you. I might have a lot of common sense, but I lack a great deal of intellectual knowledge that my brain wants to take in, and I need to accept it with a more open mind.