I keep my house uncluttered,
appearances are key.
Still dust accumulates,
I try to not let it bother me.
I don't make people eat off my floor
so... how clean does it really have to be?
AP: 3rd place 2026
Little by little, it sounds brittle,
As it is human.
Little by little, it starts breaking,
As if it were a mirror.
Little by little, everything is smashed,
As if it were a storm.
Why is everything a clutter of emotions?
Why does everything shatter in times of misfortune?
Why are there more questions than answers?
My only solace is God,
Yet thousands stand as my opponents.
A chapter I write at my desk,
A chapter I write to solve these puzzled questions.
Ah! Is this the mystery,
Or do I wish to create history?
I know there will be an end to all my chains,
But is that end only ignorance,
Or could it be death?
Seems like the light shines
The darkness status stutters
Win brings fourth movement
Tornadic rebuttal
Environmental kind
Light turns dark into clutter
1/4/26
written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
Excuse my impertinence for asking
What pray tell gives you the right
~ Who will fix this ugly mess
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Bargain basement deals and freebies
Junk galore to fill any spare shelves
~ Soon clutter will win over
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2025
The shelves are cluttered
Stuff I don’t remember putting there
Wondering when we broke up
I don’t know what it is
Where it came from
What it goes with
Like old pick-up trucks
Parked on unkempt lawns
Loaded with forgotten memories
Old calendars mock the present
Sticky notes limit the future
Emoji’s search for meanings
Is life but a wind chime
Cluttered with silent trinkets
Its whisper an unheard sigh
What’s hiding in the attic
Nothing but dusty boxes of sentimental relics
~ past I can’t let go
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
I hate that I let people waste my time.
They'll clutter my head with busy chatter
and I let them unload their garbage.
They walk away without a clue
that they have defecated on my peace.
I keep thinking they'll get wise to it
but they never do and still I say nothing
but maybe just maybe today's the day...
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Clutter In Mind
Are you free to write?
Push the clutter to the side.
Literature collected.
Writings left behind for the kids.
Anthology.
Poems published through writings.
Rhymes and Synonyms.
Clutter the mind.
Burdens are heavy.
Pen glides across the paper.
Write freely.
This is your journey.
One last poem from your dying breath.
One more piece to collect.
Save all of your writings.
Compliments may be surprising.
Time to express.
A time to sigh.
Another cup of coffee.
Another poem to write.
it's baggage on our mind when we'd prefer to be free
we at once realize we've become caretakers
weighed down with the burden of responsiblity
look and resist the craving to own
enjoy things in the moment
it's surprising how little we need
seek the freedom to be open
to what comes our way
unburdened and unencumbered
stuff is the anchor to our past
we deserve to allow ourselves
the freedom to be free
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Time for spiritual cleansing
Unnecessary doubt
God can work it all out
Spiritual Body in order
Remove all the uncertain clutter
Spiritual Enter
Front and Center
A savior who welcomes all in
A change that can begin
The clutter that surrounds
Enrich and be found
A Lord who knows everybody’s name
The Holy One true who isn’t lame
Heaven being the target to aim
Good News
Don’t be confused
The Devil wants to destroy
He uses all kinds as a decoy
Clutter cleaning
The Lord of power having meaning.
Home is the place to be,
Except for mess, you see,
Woke up, my hair's a mess,
Fat hips a mess, I confess,
Craft den's a mess,
Home office mess bless,
Clutter made this clutter,
Simple swearing I do utter,
Went to sit in the sun,
Weeds making their own fun,
Mess multiplication,
Seed proliferation,
My brain's stinking thinking,
Into mess I've been sinking,
I sat down to laugh,
God bless mess and chaff,
Home is the best,
Despite all this mess!
There's a space with no light.
So much crammed up there!
Wonderful treasures in the front,
Trash in behind.
Images and memories all muddled together.
Loads of ideas and half thought out plans
scattered all over the place.
Should have had some order!
How does one clear their mind and start over?
They say prayers, patience, some guidance
and will power can put a new light
in the attic of my mind!
Jiggety jig, my ex. is a pig.
It's much worse since I've been gone..
One could clean every day.
He won't put things away and he even
throws trash on his lawn..
When I go there I shutter at his ability to clutter
and wonder what could he pawn..
He's not yet a hoarder but there's
no sense of order.
I just might throw things in his pond..
Somewhere in the fog is Chaucer's prologue
to those Canterberry tales.
Ms. Layton I must thank for storing it
in my memory bank which of late seems
to have paled.
No offense to Mr. Chaucer but it's way past
time to toss her before this old brain is derailed.
For some day soon I may stutter with so much
extra brain clutter but Chaucer's prologue
it seems I have nailed.
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