Best Clutters Poems

Wanting…
Fills up time and clutters my mind.
Make me happy, I don’t like waiting.
The unknown hurts.
Not knowing my heart – the worst pain of all....

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still it hovers about
clutters my mind
clouding my heart so

tell me why i'm at a loss
i'm frozen transfixed
caught in time

left hanging suspended
in the limbo of not knowing
of seeking answers

of searching for a key
a key with implied powers
powers to unlock secrets

secrets that hold me back
back to places...

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Happily discontent, that I am, that I be

now  future
happy   discontent
achievable  out of reach
joie de vivre  bags of regrets
what I am now  what I could be
love the journey  are we there yet?
live in the present  dream of becoming
I'm...

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I have a ridiculously large head,
I think I’d opt for a smaller one instead.
Oh, sure, you say that it suits me fine,
That’s because yours isn’t near as big as mine.

I bet that it weights at least thirty pounds,
It looks even bigger than it sounds.
When I...

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:) now this is what Im talking bout .... nothin iz 2 uncommon when all you got 2 eat iz Ramen 
noodles 4 all y'all poodles
 seahorse sonar struggle with senses 
far beyond the realm 
of more than just whats common coinsidences
 crusade 2 overwhelm...

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Slaves of wages for generations
long forgotten in history’s screenplay.
Each hand for a moment has held
the torch.
The people are waiting in lines.

All toilers have resisted.
All skins have felt the blaze of blood.
The people are waiting in lines.

While trash still clutters the streets,
while  starving stomachs
roam like...

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Schoolyard Politics 

Schoolyard politics' basic training began in grade school,
Escalated in middle, and by high school reigned supreme. 
What should have been a pruning ground for civility and 
Respect, now clutters "the road less traveled" with rhetoric,

Dehumanization, and narcissism. No honour. 
No exhibition of professed...

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WINTER, 1948 [40 Saxton Street]

for W.W

The winter nights that pass now
are so unlike the winter nights
that passed before, that I often
struggle back in those suspended moments
when sleep grapples for a hold,
to once again hear the voices of those nights
and smell the smells that lingered
in those...

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Nutter-Butter

Thoughts of him touching 
me stirs my heart to flutter.

My head floods with emotions
and fantasies, it clutters.

When he calls me on the 
phone I stammer and stutter.

When he tells me he loves me,
 I melt like butter.

Trying to steer this sinking ship 
is like a...

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The river flows in a one way ticket
Drew memory of the dreaming man
Followed water level like a picket
In the rainy season, the water spans

Water becomes shallow in summer
He recollects his long loving days
Spent in the sweet and sour clutters
Finally, like the river she went away

He...

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A Poetic Mind

A poetic mind will never find it so hard to see the words....to feel the words...
to place the words so perfectly where he or she may want them to be...
in a poetic mind lays a soul....that has enough control to impose 
that words...

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It's astounding people worried about your well being 
an current situation,
But, always trying to investigate 2 find
out critique information,
rather criticize an judge you 
And don't even know half of what 
you went thru.

God is the only one who is 2 be 
judgmental,
An in the same...

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A chorus of the hungry
Father, we are here, singing choruses
To a crowd of witnesses 
A scattering of utterances among crows 
Muttering things 
About this and that
Unknown quantities of baloney  
Seasoned with desert salt
As the scene arranges itself with the usual players
Preachers, Pimps, power brokers,...

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Oh Lord, keep Your arm around my shoulder,
And Your hand over my mouth,
As I go about my business,
Do my work and keep my house;

And when it comes to doing that,
Help me to do just that.
Help me to sweep up my own dirt,
Instead of staring at,

All...

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My nose is getting red like Santa’s perhaps I’ll grow a beard
Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year
I’ve hidden all the wrapped up boxes and all the clutters cleared
My son is on the air-o-plane he is getting VERY, very near!

Got the...

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