Best Mayor Poems
To every one of
My loyal subjects
I greet you with good news today
I'm back on track
There's no turning back
It's full steam ahead I say!
To my loyal supporters
You'll be happy to know
There'll be no more breaks in the action
I'm on top of my game
I'm cookin' again
Much to my satisfaction!
Gonna try extra hard
Gonna give it my best shot
To make this poetry site my main focus
The world could come
Apart and undone
But I won't resort to hocus-pokus!
So in closing I'll say
On my honour this day
Be assured this won't happen anymore
I know you can't wait
For your poetry mate
So relax, no more breaks, rest assured!
© Jack Ellison 2015
The content of "The Character of "The Two Greatest Mayors of Louisville Kentucky: Gregory Fischer,and Jerry E. Abramson. Here is "The Content of there combined "Character"! They both realize the "Truth".Here it is!! The pleasure of Love is in Loving. They realize that all are "Happier" in "The passion we feel than in what they or we inspire,and they know that we all would like to continue to inspire,so that we all can remain in the real pleasure of loving and love as our desired passion with inspiration.Love is a many splendored thing!We realize "The Content of The Character of any of our leaders.We will not be fooled or tricked.No cord or cable can draw so forcibly,or bind so fast,as love can do with only a single thread! When all else fails love saves.Love is the fulfilling of "The Law". It is the human summum bonum. As we embody its spirit we incarnate and express divinity.It is an all surrounding atmosphere in which we live,even though unconsciously. In proportion as we send out love we receive it.We are blessed to send and receive love! Let us start transmitting and receiving "LOVE"! In Jesus name we pray! Amen. So be it and so it is.
Our youth needed,and got a "Hero",in "The summer of 2014,15,16,17,and 18.Our youth needed and got jobs for those summers to help them fortify there dignity,and self esteem!The youths ages were 21 down to the age of 16. Our youth will grow to be good contributing American citizens with re-enforced dignity,and self esteem. Mayor Gregory Fischer realized that "Jobs" were hard to come by for our youth,and adults,and our teens:In the process of realizing that fact:"GOD opened "Mayor Gregory Fischer's creative,passionate,connected"EYE" ,to see job creation for our youth so that they could earn themselves some loot!We all realize that"Fate says we can't",and "and as we think on our destiny then we realize that "Destiny says we can"! Destiny speaks to every woman ,child ,boy ,girl and any man! Mayor Gregory Fischer became a "Hero",because he said: I Can! Fate said that there are no jobs to be found for our youth,but "Destiny" stepped right in,and spoke up and said that that is not the truth,and we are going to create jobs for our youth! Destiny said that we have a "Great Mayor",and his name is "Gregory Fischer". He has a "Creative Eye",and he will create jobs for our youth from twenty-one down to the age of sixteen,so they may gain dignity,,and self esteem. In 2014 Louisville,Kentucky's Mayor Gregory Fischer,with the creative eye created 2000 jobs for our youth,and that can earn them some loot,and be dignified to boot! The youth are going on their ways to do good work in "Possibility City" to make it inviting,attractive,and pretty! Mayor "Gregory Fischer" has surpassed all who have created jobs for the summer for our youth: that makes him a "Hero"in creating summer jobs!!! Our youth will earn some loot,and be dignified to boot!!!
ARTE MAYOR*: Neither Cricket nor Football
Is this the way to prop A-first
Sock not oval ball overhead
Slam not round ball with drumstick dead
Cut not corporate tax: the worst
Hundred millions sweat till tv burst
Swamp Super Bowl cheer-leaders' tights
The day England scorned Wales' rights*
Would arméd football rugby durst
Catch not ball in leather-gloved hand
Watch how slip-fields pluck balls from air
Out-fields brave boundaries debonair
That's what cricket's in any land
Trumped-up charges make no A-men grand
Nor soft base balls stop eyes grow sore
A-1 Nation must make World soar
Hail Rugby! King Twickenham brand!
Throw missile back You Quarter-Back
Take no step beyond the Red line
Referee draws to keep the front-line
Push no further than ball in pack
The Golden Rule's not to kick back
Unless you're in scrum cheek to jowl
And lick the foe if he must growl
Block those horns in grid-lock Am-track!
Curve ball's By Gad no in-swinger
Reach first base sans one lone strike
Home runs no match sixes through dike
Stop runs coming through huge bouncer
Best way to take the World over
Scrap apéd games from lean memory
Learn to play ball gentlemanly
You'll need no Vinson carrier!
*Arte Mayor (Sp. Major Art) stanzaic form, the art of Archiprest de Hita (12th-13th c.): eight syllabic lines in eight-line stanzas, rhyming abba acca.
*England beat Wales in epic match at Cardiff to win Six-Nations' Rugby 2017 Trophy; the same day the Super Bowl was watched by 125 millions on TV. If the same audience could have seen the match at Cardiff, I'd wager that would have been the very last Super Bowl event in history.
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
He never liked "Bob" - now a success
So Robert Croslin he is
Raise in Baltimore ("projects")
His mom (Aurelia) is grandma to my kids
His only son, a lawyer in DC
In his own right, now elected
Mayor of Hyattsville! (Praise God)
Once, my "good" eye-doctors place
Where I volunteered for its Literacy Council
Memories of Library, churches, New Year breakfasts!
A liveable community, a bit costly now
But memories continue to layer on
The Binger streets are empty,
The Mayor’s mansion sits alone.
When God remembered Thy son,
He summoned Big H home.
His giving heart stopped beating,
Within an April day.
His memories continue on,
For hmmm...is what he’d say.
For the spirit of his giving,
Was the community’s best ally.
Then God requested his council,
For the meetings in the sky.
The golden life he lived,
Was eulogized by the reverend.
God promoted his giving soul,
To be the Mayor of Heaven.
______________________________
In memory of Howard 'Big H' Taylor
for his giving heart and warm friendship
to the community of Binger Ok.
Everyone's talking about crime these days
So few police, it seems thuggery pays
No hotter topics than murder or theft
No matter your politics be right or left
Though in Chicago one issue's strictly off-limits for talking heads
Mayoral race apathy - 32.6% turnout - means democracy's dead
The mayor of the city of Syracuse
Was widely known as a nasty old recluse
He absconded with some funds,
Along with cloistered nuns
And announced that he had a sacred excuse.
July 3, 2021
The nasty mayor led the nuns astray
Insisting on having his way each day
They prayed for some divine help
To stop him helping himself
Mayor lost ardour and drove them away.
--Belle Bellevue
July 4, 2021
Green means Stop
Red means Go
Welcome to Chicago!
The most corrupt official around
was replaced by a young basset hound
Now mayor of Butte
he's tough and he's cute
barking decisions both honest and sound
The store stayed open
and scared the mayor
making her cry for help.
The policemen came
and fined the store
stopping the sale of kelp.
Now the mayor is happy
and the police been paid
while the councilmen bask in their power.
And the money's changed hands
for the politicians to spend
while the mayor gets paid after hour.
New York’s lost an icon
Who was in your face and brash.
He always spoke his mind and thus,
With many he did clash.
A three-term mayor with a bridge
That’s honored with his name,
His trademark “How’m I doin?”
Vaulted him to fame.
He never lived in Gracie Mansion,
Long a mayor’s goal,
Instead remaining in his village pad,
With rent control.
Koch rarely wore a hat, but once,
While in a winter storm,
His pate, uncharacteristically,
Was covered to be warm.
Reporters teased him and he laughed,
While pointing to his head,
“This schmatte*? Yeah, it was a gift;”
And that was just so Ed.
To many, me included,
He was New York quintessential.
Perhaps his strong appeal
Was rooted in the residential.
I think New Yorkers, all of us,
Will miss old Mayor Koch.
The city won’t be quite the same
Without him on his watch.
*Yiddish for a rag or cheap piece of material
Once there was a notorious city
men looted, men killed and raped
from horizon
a notorious Mayor emerged
to make the notorious city
breath freshness of peace
All nights were to be women’s nights
no man to be in city 6:00 PM to 6:00 AM
Peeping through window
was the only right for men
photography forbidden
And it so happened
women roamed the city six to six
bars, hotels, streets, supermarkets
women moved, women served
no women was half-naked
none was drunk
Comfort women and clients vanished
robbery, burglary vanished
dog-pets as companions appeared
Each night peace whispered in the ears
and minds of the notorious city’s dwellers
notorious city
became notoriously peaceful
Way before the Mayor died,
He planned out to a T
Exactly what the wording on
His tombstone ought to be.
The only items missing
Were his dates of birth and death,
Considering he didn’t know
When he’d draw his last breath.
But when he died, the headstone carver
Made a little goof,
And only after he was done
Did he get his reproof.
It seems he etched the year of birth
As 1942
Instead of 1924,
A harmless switcheroo.
But it’s ironic, don’t you think,
That there would be a glitch
When Koch mapped every detail
To go off without a hitch?
It proves we really can’t control
How others might behave,
But all who knew Ed Koch believe
He’s laughing from his grave.
The mayor wakes us up at six
to tell us we're to noise
What garbage trucks and City Shmucks
are paid to be as toys
To keep us all from sleeping well
and get us angry for it
And make our neighbor think it's Hell
and swear at us just for it
To tell us all we don't deserve
the better part of life
When silence lets us sleep in peace
and mayors know to stife