Best Mitre Poems

"Life is like a chess match 
To win you must be swift and able to maneuver 
Yes, life and the chess match are very much the same 
Once the king dies, no others continue the game" 

The Pawn 
The shape of the pawn represents the...

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I took my periodic stroll through the local antique store today.
I stumbled over things and stepped 'round clutter to make my way!
I looked for clocks - found none, but saw many things I could do without,
And those are the things that I propose to tell...

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I am woman and I have borne the Torah on a gold cloth 
over my shoulder.
I have consecrated its dust-leadened parchment, 
cradling the scrolls into temple darkness...
clicked-shut the doors, saddened and empty.
I am of childbearing age...
I am crimson with life.
I have touched the Ark.
I have...

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At the end of a dry, harsh August, as
Autumn slowly descends upon Whitechapel, 
I begin my vicious practice.
From Buck’s Row to Hanbury Street,
I make each house call brief.
My methods most precise—each cut, so deep,
So effectively fatal, soft and discrete.
A secondary incision—
Across my new friend’s abdomen—
Completes...

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Oh Death, grant me organic mirth
Return to earth ‘neath lifeless moon
Undo the tendrils that hold sway
Allow embrace of Mother’s womb

For I am now but skin and bone
Freed from the angst of memory
Sought naught the mitre or the throne
Nor herald sounding history

I welcome you, your scythe...

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He dresses in robes, carefully coiffed 
He enters the nave, mitre is doffed
He preaches a tale, to eager sheep
He fleeces their wool, his tithe to keep
He blesses the flock, they’ve had their fill
He slithers away, forked tongue now still

January 1, 2022...

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what God may have meant
will always need my consent
give up things for Lent 
 (Mitre Box)

we would search and search
for place where new priest can perch
God gave us a church

when born must behave
to ride God gave me great wave
my soul He will save

what God revealed
Pele...

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Where would you like to be buried they asked
Well really that’s not my concern
It won’t bother me if I’m under a tree
Or stuck on a shelf in an urn 

Tell me what kind of a casket you’d like
Cardboard or wicker or oak
Put me in a...

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The mitre of us
We live, due by our own rules
Skeptical beliefs
Tender tawdry tantrums
Misty colored trifles...

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The lightly fizzing mood
I've felt all day
and fenced within a grin
is at odds 
with the stoppered
solemnity of this pompous 
ceremony I've had to attend
and is becoming harder 
to hold, slowly pressurizing
to a giggle and then a laugh,
the pending pop held back 
only by a quarter...

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In that we are all a vassal to age
  no sceptre or mitre can set us free,
and no fealty can old time assuage
  or rail against its synchronicity.
For ever decreasing circles besot 
  the cognisance of what and who we are,
yet I...

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Spring Is In The Air

Seasons changed as revolutions circled in the wider scheme
of matter with great things to come and wonders gone past

Summer in unforgettable rays of foam covered ocean spells on
dune’s treat feat and retreat from memories folded in anticipation

Rusty golden leafed pages when...

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soundbyte politics
mitre box propaganda
angles distorted
Peter Principal vitae
all cutters from rotten cloth...

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The ring depicts a promise of fidelity.
I smile as you stand in your cloak.
That headgear is the symbol of the tongues of fire.
I smile as you receive that formal mitre,
while that pastoral staff is a shepherd's crook.

I smile as I know that staff will be...

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Good morning my dear, are you still awake? 
Yes, I know it's quite late but let me make 
it quite clear its not entirely my fault,
I was caught in the rain by the Old Town Vault 
and the windscreen sploshers failed to function
so I pulled...

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