od'swife-gay, ou-yay ake-may e-may ick-say.

Look, let's get one thing straight. You tell me that I am immature and crap-spouting - yet you attempt to strengthen your case by swearing and laughing. If you really wish to argue with me, then argue sensibly; otherwise, I cannot have any respect for your position.
And as regards your attempt to put me down: no, I am not a poetry critic, but it would take someone far less than me to realise that what people write on this site isn't Byron.

Christof, I have to admit that after writing that about 'limits' I realised it was bull; but I don't think it takes away from my original point.

Indeed, markb, and as you will have learnt from the poem, I was - being the writer of a haiku - far too lazy to make it anything like what a haiku is meant to be.

babbit11, do you vote for your own poems? you have about seven on the best poems list, and if they are all like this - that is to say, if they are all nothing more than this clich??d tripe, awful prose made into a "poem" by line breaks - then there are only two explanations: either the world contains innumerable morons, or just one moron who's spent a lot of time casting votes.

You, on the other hand, do not write haikus at all: the haiku is 5-7-5.

I have two points to make:

One: I am not darkangel. Darkangel is a cad who has brought the poem as an artform into disrepute. I resent being associated with that mongrel bastard, and will thank you, Sir, never again to make such a slur against my name.

Two: it is quite simple to vote for your own poem, given that anyone can come onto the site, not logged in, and cast a vote on a poem; obviously, since they are not logged in, they can not be marked as the caster of this vote, and thus the process can be repeated until said poem is in the 'best' list.

I will again thank you, Sir, to think before you speak.

poetandknowit: in your infinite smugness, you have hit upon exactly the point I am trying to make. Of course I know, you self-satisfied cad, that I cannot write great poetry. But nobody else on this site can write great poetry either - so they should all stop tricking themselves and patting each other on the back: they should break up the huge circle of lips and asses, and write within their limits.

Shit, man, I just wish bin Laden could read this. If only he'd realise how much pain he was causing, he might turn himself in.

Like I said, you just need to say a few words quite quickly, and it all falls into place. And I'll thank you not to describe me as bigoted or hypocritical - if you actually thought about the poem, you'd realise it was a commentary about how the uneducated (signified by the builder and his mates) view women and homosexuals. Quite clearly, the poem can't be taken seriously, so anyone with any sense would realise it is an ironic social commentary.

You make me sick, necroscope. You are just like every other idiot who thinks they write meaningful poetry - you don't realise that a poem can just be a descriptive piece, without having some sort of 'message', and without being 'deep'. If you don't understand a poem, don't comment on it.

Yet again you've got the wrong end of the stick entirely. How can I seriously be insulting the haiku by writing a haiku? By making an obviously self-contradictory statement, I'm pointing out that the haiku contains much more information than seventeen syllables of ordinary speech.

You're just making things up now. I don't have to make it clear that they are uneducated or wrong: the actions taken by the builder are obviously outrageous, and so therefore are the motives for the actions. And the builder clearly isn't educated - he is taking an active part in the mixing of concrete, which is not the job taken on by an architect.

You're right. People do make use of parody. But I haven't. I'm making a genuine statement on the validity of the haiku.

But I think what you have to ask yourself is this: can you face the wrath of Quaerion, Lord of the Dark Elves?

What are you talking about? You've chosen a totally random thing for each thing to know - there's absolutely no connecting theme. And how do they bear any relation to truths? I think you've just chosen a bunch of unconnected sentences and strung them together, hoping they'll sound deep.

It's about concrete - what more do you want?

What an insight. Ace!

Wow. What an insight. Keep up the Good Work!!!!!

Indeed.