Mitre Poems - Poems about Mitre

...This is a poem about the University city of Cambridge in the UK , although I have only been there a few times , I decided to write a poem about it. Lord Bryon one of the great romantic poets kept a B......Read the rest...

...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, slow......Read the rest...

...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 mem......Read the rest...

...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 mus......Read the rest...

...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 cog......Read the rest...

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

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

... 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’......Read the rest...

..."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" ......Read the rest...

...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 windscre......Read the rest...

...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 spe......Read the rest...

...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 prec......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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 w......Read the rest...

...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 Ca......Read the rest...