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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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
 ...

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

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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...

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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...

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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...

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This is a poem about the University city of Cambridge in the UK , although I have only been there a few times , I...

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