Best Clutter Poems

cluttered
like a lawn
on a blustery
autumn day
these thoughts
scattered about
in my mind

my pen
like a rake
can't corral them
to make any sense

so they rest
momentarily
before being aloft
in a spiral
of winded breaths
landing wherever
they may

just waiting
to be gathered
into neat little piles
somewhere again...

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Chaotic disarray no doubt,
Lost things never found,
Understanding things must change,
Time is wasted searching 'round.
Take control and organize,
Everything must have its place.
Remove the unessential junk,

Freeing up much needed space.
Regroup, remove, refine, refresh,
Eventually you'll have success,
Evicting all your cluttered mess.


8/1/13

(Now if I'd only follow my own instructions!)...

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Writing and Clutter.

My writing adds to my clutter.
NOT my bread and butter.

Maybe I should complain to another.
As I did as a child to my mother.

Now wishing to stay out of the gutter.
I need to sell some of my clutter.

I must not flutter but set my...

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Attack the clutter
In the attic pieces of life
And bits of me
So much clutter, sorting through
Old letters flutter
Unwanted, unread
Daring me to show I care
To reach through time
So dust-dimmed ink
Can speak again.
“Into the sack with you.
I have a job to do”

There’s all this papier maché
A flaming crown...

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A Poetic Interview with Nancy Clutter

(This poetic interview is fictional and imaginary, and is based on 47 years of study and repeated readings relative to Truman Capote’s novel, In Cold Blood, published in 1965).


An honor to speak with you, Nancy. Just four questions in this...

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Having lived as long as I have, this cluttered head
can't find any space to breathe and make me think;
ideas and thoughts never used won't run as ink
and leave beautiful words for others to read.

No task is easy and getting rid of clutter might be ideal,
doing...

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clean out
the closet
and unhook your woes
from all hangers.
all are much too soiled
to be worn 
by your disillusioned heart.
sweep up the debris
and clear out 
the heaping pile 
of suppressed pain 
and untrustworthiness 
taking up
all the space 
in your broken heart 
to create enough room 
to let...

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First let me start by saying “I AM A CLUTTER JUNKIE”
A clutter junkie collects things any and all things, things that are unimportant and often cheap
Things that have no purpose or meaning.
Things that usually just end up sitting around needing to be dusted.

I have known...

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A friend of mine best left behind
could not resist clutter
She’d cluck her tongue and pile up some
with each and every mutter!

I’d come for tea and heaven’s me
the kitchen table bore
Piles of papers, clips and pens
and envelopes galore!

Just lookie here, I’d say to her 
“Where shall...

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So many of my friends have come and gone
like shadows consumed by the dark of night;
and my heart misses their extinguished light.
For once, each one shone as bright as the dawn;
they stayed awhile; then, the curtain was drawn,
and stepping offstage, they slipped out of sight.

Like...

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Dealers’ catalogs, they pile
My desk and overflow my file,
My first editions fight for space:
Like weeds, the price-lists choke their place....

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Dear stuff
I own you and you don’t own me
We can’t go on co exhisting happily
I used to think that you built me up but now I realize all you do is tear me down you are just clutter I have found and I don’t need...

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After the storm,
no more shall ye calm
for into you heart
an unknowing bomb.

Lips that are pretty,
no longer they shine
from long stollen kisses
from nothing devine.

Thoust does distract,
an unaltered mind
when the clock ticks
and unknowst the time.


Envy thy not,
what thou doest not own
a memory unique
of love and thy home


Alter...

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High summer. We sat poolside at your old friend’s 
multi-million dollar house overlooking a smoggy city. 
Inside his AC-chilly walls, I searched for words
to praise the decor, couches so plump 
with designer pillows, I couldn’t sit down; exotic rugs 
I was afraid to walk on....

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dusty in the eaves 
three lifetimes undisturbed
cluttered memories...

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