Best Commissioner Poems
Terror has returned to the heart of Gotham City
Commissioner Gordon’s task sure isn’t pretty
Penguin, the Joker and Riddler are back on the scene
Stirring terror in our hearts, they sure are so mean
Wearing his mask and cape is our hero Bruce Wayne
With Batman around we hope peace will reign
Driving at the speed of light, you can hear the tyres squeal
When Batman is behind the wheel of the ‘Batmobile’
Batman doesn’t possess specific super powers
But he outwits the villains for many hours
Working together with is his faithful sidekick Robin
ZAP! KAPOW! Soon the villain’s heads are throbbing
Above the city buildings way up high
The Batman spotlight illuminates the sky
With the criminals locked up in jail, their job is done
They return to the ‘Batcave’ after a successful outcome
Contest: Comic Book Heroes .Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
24th May 2015
Categories:
commissioner, fantasy, hero,
Form:
Rhyme
Out in California
I set up my little pizza place
that was shaped like a small tower,
while the other big name
pizza place giants,
moved in on my business
and had a lot more power,
their pizzas were made as
if on an assembly line
with little garlic and
hardly any toppings,
while with my pizza I took
a little longer to make,
all hand made crust
and a sauce that was to die for,
they used all kinds of different
ads and slogans to get more customers,
while alls I had was an electric sign
that blinked on and off "were open,"
then one day as fate would have it,
there was a moderate earthquake,
and my pizza place ended up slanting
a bit instead of standing straight up,
now tilting about 10 degrees eastward,
thought I might have to shut it down,
but thank God the planning commissioner
and inspector said it was
still safe and sound,
and much to my surprise,
I got frequented by more and more customers
who said it was not only that they loved
the taste of my old fashioned homemade pizza,
and how I always warmly smiled and greeted,
but also the new look of my now
unique leaning tower of pizza.
Categories:
commissioner, food, humor,
Form:
Light Verse
Crime is a real problem in Jamaica
Hundreds are dead, there's no solution to the problem
Even the police are giving up ...the police commissioner has resigned ...sir trust me, no one man can solve this problem...you did your best
In the meantime, we are still counting bodies
We hear the cries but ...no solutions
We only can call on God now
The problem started long before our time, when garrison politics was the order of the day
Few are educated
No real opportunities
The big man distributing guns in the inner city
Young men smoking weed on the corner
Pregnant teenagers
Women selling themselves for a few dollars
No father in the house and our men still believe they should have" gal in a bungle "
Where is the church in all of this? busy talking about the cover of a phone book and nothing on crime ...seriously
We can't win the war on crime until we win the war in the family, we need real role models, we need real men …yes MEN
The truth is until we start teaching our men to be responsible we will never win the war on crime
until it's at our front door before we get serious
When our women stop washing bloody clothing for their gun men son and mate
Yes, we all need to stop accepting bull **** before all this will end
Until then we will continue to count bodies, when will it end, when the society start taking responsibility
Categories:
commissioner, corruption,
Form:
Free verse
Barry Bonds Witchhunt cons
Sold out tickets make owners fond
Money bags Pennant flags
Baseball's back
On Spots Illustrated mags
Homerun chase
Time to contemplate
Adoring fans now say Your a National Disgrace
Commissioner too
Crying the Public Boo-Hoo
Used the breaking of Aaron's record
To advertise the brew
No more dough Let's dull the glow
On this sordid Major League Baseball
Hypocrites Sideshow
Categories:
commissioner, satire, sports,
Form:
BE
What will you be?
A doctor, lawyer, a teacher or judge
A misfit, con artist or just another street thug
What will you be?
Yes resources unfavorable, experiences you’ve gone through
Misfortunate lives trying to figure out whose you will align to
What will you be?
A business owner, writer or preacher
Street pharmacist or city commissioner
What will you be?
With all of your spirituality, what will you be?
Emotional baggage and poor mental state
The master of poor choices
It’s hard to communicate
How will you get to your destiny?
Will it be the luck of the lottery?
Do you believe in fate?
Many dreams and aspirations can they be fulfilled?
The answer is yes
With determination and God’s will
You can be what God says you ought to be
Strong, vigilant, mighty and brave
Full of strength, wisdom and a force to be reckoned with
Can you say the same?
Categories:
commissioner, destiny, dream,
Form:
Free verse
I Slept with a Female Mosquito – part IV
I have gone gnats!
My residual blood is boiling and bubbling
Whole frame sweltering and shuddering
Discolored rage – lend me some wrath
Should I or should I not,
Read her the riot act?
Does she know me any well –
A P.S now; been senator
Been governor, been chief, been prompt
In every cabinet
A minister here, a commissioner there
A chairman here, a spokesman there
A director here, Acting vice president
Do you know the cost of my person?
To accost fester and feast!
Madam Ambassador, speak for your people
The swarm is listening, whiz
That’s the envoy’s mark, man
Unswerving agenda, schemata
Trade, communiqué, summit, matrimony, prospects
Bilateral rep, the diplomatic proxy
Speak for them, gnat
State your mission, miss.
Categories:
commissioner, politicalme,
Form:
Narrative
I'm the sheriff and my name is Rosco P. Coltrane.
People in Hazzard know that the P is for pea-brain.
I work for Commissioner Jefferson Davis Hogg.
He hates the Dukes and he also hates my dog.
I usually get a cut of the take from my fat brother-in-law.
I love his evil schemes and I love to pinch his flabby jaws.
Everybody knows that I'm a bumbling sheriff, I'm sure not a genius.
I can't catch those Duke boys and neither can my dipstick deputy Enos.
After wrecking all of those patrol cars, I was pretty damn lucky to survive.
But my character came to an end anyway when the Dukes of Hazzard was cancelled in 1985.
(This poem was inspired by the Dukes of Hazzard TV show.)
Categories:
commissioner, funny, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
(Continued from Bill's side 10“)
"Never mind that. I know you well enough to know you know what you’re doing.
Just stick with me and keep me informed especially on this one. I’ll give you as much
leeway as I can. I got a hunch this case is going to be rough in more ways than
one. Get me? I’ve been around a while. I didn’t come with this morning’s milk. The
Captain and I already been discussing this one with the Commissioner. This
vigilante thing is dangerous and already out of control.”
Bill still didn’t know where this was going but at least so far he hadn’t been
demoted to walking a beat. His hope and nerve was picking up. This Griggs guy
was tough and had a rep for no bull. “Yeah, that’s wha ….”
“Just shut up and listen, Sgt. Lipton. The Captain doesn’t want any part of that
vigilante case. He wants a good record for an upcoming political agenda. That’s no
secret. He doesn’t want anything to do with this case because he’s afraid it won’t
get solved and his record will be stained with it.
You just stick to what you’re supposed to be doing and keep your ear to the
ground. From experience I know that vigilante.. if it’s just one,... isn’t going to work
out his issues in just one precinct. Keep in touch with what’s going on while you’re
on and off duty. If you got to check something out off the cuff, you are to ask me
first. Get it? Mums the word to the Captain. If he hears anything about our talk I’ll
deny every bit of it and you’ll be left holding the bag. Do you get my drift here Sgt.?
……… … .. …. “Cat got your tongue?”
“No sir, I just…uh …yes sir I mean ….I get your drift.”
“Good , I enjoyed our conversation…now haven’t you got someplace to go? It’s
knock off time. I believe your up for mounty duty tomorrow.”
“Yes, I believe I am. Is there anything else Lt Griggs?”
“Yes, close the door on your way out.” Bill took his hat up off his knee, stood up and
walked the three steps to the door when Lt Griggs said without looking up from his
paper work on his desk, “Bill…?
“Yes sir?”
“ Glad to have you back“, he said with a more relaxed tone, “Now get outa here.”
And he went back to his case file.
Bill smiled, went to his office, traded his ball cap in for his Stetson and left the
building mulling over what the Lt had and had not told him.
(to be cont on Richard Pickett poetry site)
Categories:
commissioner, adventureme, work, me, work,
Form:
Narrative
Clean at hands….
We are light and airy utter.
We are poor also despair. We are differed much to rich in living ways. Poor are weak and bared with hands.
We are pan to hands. We will eat by mouths in hands.
Slums districts are dens and sinks. Kitchen sinks are needy life.
Some beset are poor with illness.
Sick in straits is very poor.
Humble man is poor and low.
All in that is nothing well.
Well of men are cadres PINKO also Hong kong commissioners.
Those would need the senses of good or shame.
Clean to govern all are must.
Pure as ascetic also all as common touches must always clean at hands and clean at minds.
Hong Kong Government Anti corruptions .organization is that as I.C.A.C commissioner scandals coming through is now.
I.C.A.C commissioner TOM HIM MING knows what to do.
However he had used a lot of ways to hide.
He had used the public moneys just to treat and serve some and those as china officers very well and fawning..TOM HIM-MING may be as other peoples known. He wishes to be promoted and boot to be incurred to be china congress man.
I.C.A.C is HONG- KONG famous desks with disciplines just for anti corruptions. For many years so awarded and famous are them. Most of us may thinks that all of them are upright also rectitude.
Whole of HONG KONG needs their helps.
Nabobs who bribery some are put in jails.
Police who bribery some are stirred and put in jails.
Officers stirred and put in jails.
--------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3----
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Categories:
commissioner, corruption,
Form:
ABC
Bribery sins…
.Spurns and prides are taking passes.
Passing balances all are cases and tasks.
Some retakes are warrants put.
Pick the tough ropes not only straws to last.
PINKO god-some will need the disciplines.
Doors to Eden just are door ajar.
Some things harmonic needed our justices to cohere.
Feels are fear alarms that mighty come.
Something uprights needed our uprising.
China premier WENJIABO bribery sins then some of them must also sinning with so.
Natures all at your becks and calls is china commie also those with heavy troops.
Who will care our nature sin then sinning more as one.
Some may still become award with laws.
So as Wraths become our dues by gods or by laws.
Poor have little bed-spaces to live.
WENJIABO BEDELS buy a street or less.
House commodious like a premise set with garden.
EX-HONG KONG commissioner LEUNG OIL SEE just declare and verify good or bad as nothing dues but She mean the ruling of China commie.
Who will make the senses as only all for commie ruling all by means of LEUNG OIL SEE..
What is good but who is bad.
What is nothing? Who but no one can do a lot of sins with says.
Objects most are things relay to subjects.
Who will call you sir and sure For you as PINKO.
-----------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3----------
Categories:
commissioner, dark,
Form:
ABC
Turned Out To Be
Footballs were found to be under-inflated;
Not well-mated and problems created;
Seems like part of a big scheme
Giving unfair advantage to a certain team.
So slippery footballs appeared to be;
Deflated like an ego could be held more comfortably,
And now more than likely will land
Firmly and fit into receiver's hand.
So with head chiefs we started to consult;
Out from all this what should be the result;
About whole thing people off it did tick;
How about cash and a future draft pick?
Why would they want to sell themselves short?
Should spend a day in an unethical court;
But all attempts appeared to be feudal;
Should be sent to one that is a tribunal.
Could include comments from a sports commentator
Who I had heard turned out to be a traitor
Favoring team that they previously played for;
What should be done to even the score?
Maybe commissioner should also be included;
He, like everyone else is probably deluded
By fans and to a fact that to they all did react;
What should be tried is some oil of ipecac.
Right away things started to smooth right out;
It was simple by removing all of the doubt
You might swing and sway with Sammy Kay;
It all turned out to be bunch of BS anyway.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
Categories:
commissioner, humorous,
Form:
Couplet
The EU Commissioner to do with competition,
Ruled against Apple’s avoidance of Euro tax,
By homing itself in southern Ireland, evasion,
Where it doesn’t pay tax in a double Irish fax.
One ramification of Brexit is that the good EU,
Will be looking in this divorce proceedings interim,
At other filters of finance for its adhesive glue,
At other ways to support its productions and vim.
The thing is, I expected this rational reflection,
For some time, since the many shamed the greats,
When in 2015 Amazon was sought for collection,
Along with Google and Starbucks, at the gates.
Categories:
commissioner, abuse, business, conflict, corruption,
Form:
Quatrain
Some numbers tumble down the hallowed halls of baseball’s past -
a sport of numbers after all, these memories hold fast.
Stan Musial wore #6, Lou Gehrig, #4;
the “luckiest man in all the earth”, great player AND much more.
McCovey, Reggie – 44, Hank Aaron wore it too.
Remember those World Series gems? Koufax wore 32.
My favorite: “Say Hey” Willie Mays wore #24;
he’s famous for “The Catch” and yes, that childlike smile he wore.
Ted Williams: .406 - .394 for Tony Gwynn,
if ’94 had known no strike, who knows what might have been?
5,714 K’s Ryan amassed,
plus Nolan’s 7 no-hitters: neither will be surpassed.
“Records are made to be broken”, but THIS one never shall:
2,632 consecutive games for Cal.
1947 – Jackie Robinson’s big year,
He broke the color barrier and had a great career.
Roger Maris – 61* in ’61, but wait…
it seems some other cheaters passed him up in ’98.
I don’t consider some worthy to mention by their name –
Their steroids sadly stained the reputation of the game.
Some other numbers come to mind: Babe Ruth’s 714
Hack Wilson’s RBI’s – 191, obscene!
There’s Rickey Henderson’s 130 steals, divine!
Dimaggio’s streak of 56; Hershiser’s 59.
But if a sacred record falls, we oughtn’t be perplexed,
The game’s baton is passed – one generation to the next.
Now Aaron Judge wears 99 – I think he wears it well,
Bryce Harper’s #3 will shine, as far as I can tell.
Young Bellinger wears 35, Mike Trout sports 27,
And Albert Pujols, #5 – their swings, pure baseball heaven.
Today is baseball’s Opening Day, a LONG-awaited season.
What new numbers might come in play - aligning rhyme with reason?
The stands will all be empty though, as COVID keeps us home –
The closest I could come to being there is write this poem.
These numbers represent some well-loved gamers known for winning;
Even the Good Book recognizes them: “In the Big Inning”!
* - Maris passed Babe Ruth’s record of 60 HRs in a season, but it was a longer season, so the commissioner issued an edict that an asterisk be placed in the record books to annotate a ‘tainted’ new record. Billy Crystal made a brilliant movie about that, calling it 61*
Categories:
commissioner, baseball,
Form:
Rhyme
If you approach anyone
Remember always
There is seven metres
To be safe
From a blade
He was a violent offender
Who beat his girlfriend often
And he broke the law
Acts his community would always defend
He caused the Medical Centre
To be closed down
And the staff were evacuated
Away from the town
He confronted police
And brandished an axe
So he ran into the bush
Not taking a look back
So reinforcements were sent to the town
To bring him into custody was the plan
The police found him in a house
He gave a false name knowing he was a wanted man
But Sergeant Eberl and Constable Rolfe weren’t fooled
And arrested Walker as a wanted man
But Walker struggled and stabbed both with scissors
Wanting to escape them as his demand
Rolfe in defence shot Walker
Then Eberl and Walker fell down
Eberl was fighting for his life
And Rolfe fired twice defending Eberl on the ground
The scissors were taken from Walker
And he was rendered first aid
Then taken to the Police Station
Where Walker’s life away did fade
The story took a twist for the worst
And Zach Rolfe was charged with murder and more
The first shot was within the law
But the second and third were an unlawful score
Chief Minister Gunner said
there’d be consequences
And Zach Rolfe was put through
Two years of hell waiting for his day
When the truth would be told too
The trial started and time and again
It was shown that Rolfe took action by his training
But the Prosecution tried hard
And finally Zach Rolfe was found not guilty with the jury acquitting
But the story did not end
The Yuendumu Community still wanted
An eye for an eye and cried out
For revenge for Walker was shouted
Commissioner Chalker still wanted his pound of flesh
And put Zach Rolfe on annual leave
Serving him with breaches of regulation
So the story continues on to the Coroners Court if you please
So the court jury process acquitted Rolfe
But questions remain
In whether Gunner and Chalker interfered with process
In charging Rolfe with murder
Most think that justice has been done
When Zach Rolfe was acquitted in the Supreme Court
But now it seems the process carries on
So where does the truth lie?
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
commissioner, death, life, murder,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
In Classical Antiquity, “Cornucopia” means plenty,
A symbol of abundance, nourishment overflowing;
That was my Mother, a Cornucopia for many,
In her lifetime of service to others, without crowing.
Evelyn was many things, but "Master Chef" by definition,
The magical commissioner of a welcoming kitchen;
Where small talk ensued, as heat was applied,
Every recipe and dish, using taste as her guide.
Location mattered not, twas her home or yours,
Or a campsite somewhere, Mother loved the outdoors;
And the tools of her trade, simply counted far less
Than the magic she used, to sooth and to bless.
Like Christ on that hillside multiplying fishes and loaves,
She defied earthly science, mouths fed by the droves;
In volumes that satisfied even neighbors, and friends,
Our pets also royalty, their palates too cleansed.
Between meals our long table, was always reset,
Place settings in waiting, cleansed and well prepped;
‘Cornucopia’ describes best, our dear precious Mother,
Prepping meals now in Glory, for our loving Heavenly Father.
Categories:
commissioner, appreciation, blessing, daughter, food,
Form:
Rhyme