I try to convey my spirit. My spirit is Mirth and Mayhem. So a 'humorous' or random poem show exactly what my spirit is. I live for chaos. (except on wednesdays, when I live for pudding) So by writing and posting chaotic poetry about random and 'insignifigant' stuff, I'm accomplishing exactly the same thing you are, just in a different manner. With humor! I have fun, and I don't stress out about it. I just write whatever comes to my mind. Having fun and creativity is/are the purpose(s) of my life and soul, so humorous poetry is COMPLETELY spiritual to me, since truth is relative and all. Reflecting on the more serious aspects of my life isn't 'me', it's not how I live.
So here's a reflective poem. I think. I haven't written it yet, so it may turn out as something else. *shrug*

Sitting, tapping, reading, trapping.
Living in a world of moose and monks.
Where this city hates this, and that guild hates his.
They all need to lighten up.

Having fun with my life.
Not becoming a wife.
I spread chaos...
and it's fun.

methinks that sucked, but, *shrug* it happens.

Icknaut the flurg,
lived on an iceburg.
And died
shortly thereafter.

He had no food,
so much he did brood.
And the penguins
pecked out his eyes.

Poor Icknaut,
won't get another shot.
because he
was a moron.

Swim yonder!
they said
It's too longer!
and now he's dead.

Never will we see Icknaut the Flurg,
who became a splurg,
from the back end
of an ornery penguin.

Whatever. I don't know what the hell that was. *walks away shaking her head*
Byeoooo,
Kona
PS did you like my rhyme scheme on my poem in my last post? AABBA? I thought it was kind of cool, but it didn't flow. I don't care.

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Glacian, in the year 242 AF.