Best Badge Poems
Salute to the woman who knows who she is
And why she is who she is
A powerful being
Once thrown into a deep end of the ocean
But swam her way back to shore
She never stops moving forward
Nothing can ever pull her backwards
Such a brave warrior
Shout out to the Superwoman
Determined to change the status quo
Because she feels the need to do so
Just like an eagle
She soars higher and higher
As the wind blows stronger
She does not let anything deter her
From reaching another level in life
Thumbs up to an amazing woman
A great force to be reckoned with
That committed Mother on the street
Who trades from sunrise to sunset
Trying to make ends meet
Oh, she has a heart so big!
Being mindful that come snow or sunshine
She has mouths to feed
I revere this gifted woman
Who uses her creativity
To make an impact in society
Despite the uniqueness of her talent
She remains a trendsetter
It could be the potter in whose hands clay becomes magic
The miner who touches gold, before it even gets sold to the markets
Or the strategist who sits in high-level meetings, making sure organizations do not collapse
A special mention to the special woman
Who chooses not to give up
She understands that others look up to her
The smart lady out there, with a clear vision
She makes things happen for her family, community and the world at large
She deserves a badge of honour
Because she is remarkable!
To those behind the badge, who have paid the ultimate price
To serve and to protect—a tremendous sacrifice
To defend and shield the blameless you presented us your all
The struggle against corruption, you answered every call
To those behind the badge, who committed to its cause
The danger and the perils never gave you the slightest pause
For the risks didn’t measure against the peace left in the wake
Of a battle against wrongdoings, your beliefs didn’t shake
To those behind the badge, for your loyalty we are grateful
Dedication to the mission—more than a job—ever faithful
Whether uniformed or not your ethics remained the same
Ever watchful for corruption, your principles sustained
To those behind the badge with high regard we shall reflect
On your allegiance as peace officer, you have all our respect
Your attitudes, your way of life, your values and your creed
Sustain us to protect and defend and accomplish every deed
To those behind the badge, a noble legacy you leave us
Courage, strength, and bravery a necessity to those who need us
Your valor and heroism we never shall forget
The cost of the tour of duty, you paid the final debt
To those behind the badge, we stand in remembrance this night
A badge worn with privilege of an honorable fight
With respect and admiration your devotion we remember
In our hearts your memory will be a constant burning ember
a lawman's badge
is well respected
are you for or against?
She is so exquisite
Even without make-up on her face
She is exceptional
Even if she lets others seem important
She is selfless
Even when the selfish surround her
She offers a lot of love
Even so, she needs it often
She has a big heart
Even though she appears small
She lets others belong
But she longs to be appreciated
She adds value
Despite her own worth being undermined
She is attentive
Nonetheless, no one pays attention to her needs
She is patient
No matter how long it takes she waits
She is giving
While no one could be willing to give
She is forgiving
Much as the worst was done against her
She is trusting
Albeit her trust was broken countless times
She is wise
In spite of being treated otherwise by some
She works hard
Notwithstanding that she requires rest
She is helpful
Yet, there is none to lend her a hand
She makes life seem easy
While going through difficult times herself
She stands by others
Although there is no one to stand by her
She chooses to be peaceful
Against being somehow provoked
She is calm
Undeterred by what is not
She is bold
In defiance of tough battles ahead
She shows bravery
Still in the presence of adversity
She is fearless
Though she may seem helpless
She is spirited
Contrary to attempts to bring her down
She is never destroyed
Irrespective of storms she faces sometimes
She keeps moving forward
Granting the hindrances along the way
She stands in the gap
And make things happen
She does not look down on others
Regardless of some doing so to her
She recognizes those who shielded her on rainy days
Whenever the sun shines upon her
She keeps on running her race
Because she knows for her, grace is abundant
She puts a smile on, always
Since prayer keeps her in the right place
She is an inspiration
A pioneer of transformation
Cheerleader for economic revolution
How the world adores such
A remarkable woman!
Before I'm another day older,
I'm gonna get shot in the shoulder.
In movies and shows,
the protagonist knows,
it's how to get Hilda and hold her.
From Gene Autry to Scully and Mulder,
the good guys aren't turned on by gold, or
political power:
come the end of the hour,
they want to get shot in the shoulder.
In Buffalo, Boise or Boulder,
each player, or stacker or folder
will promise you flat
if you wear a white hat,
you're gonna get shot in the shoulder.
The girl may be Gertrude or Golda:
you're ready to melt her and mold her?
The best thing to do
when the baddies ride through,
is get yourself shot in the shoulder.
There's no formula stricter or colder:
the eye of the movie beholder
requires of the star,
when he enters that bar,
that he has to get shot in the shoulder.
When I met Grace Kelly, I told her
(or let's say I gently cajoled her):
"if you're leaving at noon,
then I don't need a wound!"
But I bled. That's right, lead. In the shoulder!
Copyright © 2008 #138
10/23/2008
(commitment for life)
Be Warned!
We are not sure where it starts
but to claim it is extremely hard.
Doesn't take big muscles of steel
just strong hearts and iron-will.
200-300 men tested everyday
just a handful selected to stay.
Only after Selection does training begin
in extremes of conditions that never end.
The "Badge of Courage" belongs to Teams
of silent-warriors who say what they mean.
Men depending on each other
like paternal blood brothers.
Always mastering and honing their skills
to free the oppressed is not a thrill.
Our plans do not include defeat
enemies are killed, or retreat.
There's no way our foes can win
we fight until oppression ends.
Contractors after many retire
we still return to the fire.
This is our commitment for life
it is the reason we sacrifice.
And, through our "Badge of Courage"
a chance of freedom is encouraged.
We're the world's Ambassadors of goodwill
but make no mistake, if we're called to kill.
So, GOD forgive us, and those we hunt
most don't realize whom they confront.
*Dedicated to the men of USSOCOM/USASOC
by: LP
edited: 6/24/2010 - 1041hrs/lp
8/01/2013 - 1722hrs/lp
Marks.
Ugly
Mesmerized
My untrained eyes.
Holding breath, traced the extent of conflicts
Of veins crisscrossing like cracks on the floor.
After the quake
Prominent
Gaping
Yawn.
Bold
Boring
Deep into
My closed navel.
Worn like a badge of courage for my young.
former skunk king on beat uptown
sex surviellance up the strip
scout out on varieties
fiery redhead, always got a light
flick a flame in his direction
you know the colour coded eye
say green for go go
grassy blonde was
a red light worth running
Massey told me so
Rev in the department
declares rats in the ranks
like the brats in the projects
have got no one to thank
sinners are grinners
lovers never win
cowards die many times
liars live intermittently
future skunk king
regulate body temp in the hood
and housewives with their houselives
are making lusty confessions
one sided mirror
repeats the room in on itself
to a climax in a ceiling fan
the room was spinning but the fan stood still
skunk king was a rat
hid his lesser stench
go see his favourite matchstick girl
with his favourite thirst to quench
she'd eat the cash right off the bone
god knows she'd picked hers clean
she'd kiss the badge clipped to his waist
and go with the routine
Carrying Her Great Honor As A Badge Unfurled
She had walked years through a dark desolate world
CARRYING HER GREAT HONOR AS A BADGE UNFURLED
Dawn came that Spring with its first rays of healing lights
She suddenly found no fear of devilish nights
She stopped early morn by a clear, fast flowing stream
Joy in heart, wondering had it been a bad dream
Birds were singing, first she had heard in many years
She splashed the magnificent green grass with her tears
Stepping back on long dusty road, her smile told all
Sweet love of Life had returned after her big fall
Now retracing steps from dark horror she had fled
She could face very worst and laugh out loud instead
Her honor had led to a path of redemption
From Fate's sad decrees, she had found love's exemptions
Robert J. Lindley, 2-16-2017
Sonnet, Lin 12/12
Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Words: 132
Note- Read a great Emily Dickinson poem earlier this afternoon that inspired this creation.
Before the bawdy houses all went broke,
Contented cowboys, flush with cash, would go.
Fernando with his friends and other folk
Perused each painted pretty there on show.
These glitter-gloved young ladies lounged in style;
They'd wait and wonder who would be the one
To leave his liquor for a little while
And fork a fiver over for some fun.
They were the wanton women of the west
Who proffered pleasure proudly for a price.
Big hearts are often broken in the best
Who lose at love like gamblers lose at dice.
Just tin-pan ladies toiling tough till dawn
With wages weak for weary work each night.
They soon would wake to see their youth was gone;
Their better life for burdens born took flight.
The cowpoke cattle drives brought towns new breath
But soon the railroad ripped the range in two
As cattle cars crushed cattle drives to death
And cattle drivin' cowpokes soon were through.
The pretty painted ladies proved no use
To lazy little towns now cast astray.
Love's labor flees when life is lived too loose,
Dependent on a cowboy's poke each day.
So now that time is told as tales of old
Where cowboy campfires burnt away the chill
When weather's whimsy whipped up winds so cold
They'd cut right through and break a cowboy's will.
Some words at last for ladies who sold love
Then disappeared like dust of early dawn.
They faded like the glitter on their glove,
A badge of broken beauty, dead and gone.
Being a cop was a hard
job
for Joe Friday!
In Dragnet he was fair and
tough...
was he happy?
DO DON’T, WILL, WON’T
We were wandering, we were lost
Four who knew not the route out of a maze
Other’s blood upon our hearts was there embossed
Never to forget a dead man’s glaring gaze
Once, twice and then one becomes numb and void
While death becomes birth’s ally and partner in crime
Some may swear and some become annoyed
But we all got high as if all we had was time
Each time a dealer hands you a bag you never know
While my desperation and neediness ever grew
Each time a dealer hands you a bag you feel your habit grow
And to ignore that fact is what some junkies opt to do
I, on the other hand swore that I would not die’
For careful was I about who and where I’d go
If I didn’t know the dealer I wasn’t getting high
Because rat poison is cheaper than lactose, that much I know
Some dealers feel a junkie’s angst and desperate needs
As that junkie grows more fearsome in a sordid sort of way
Both dealers and junkies are forced to do some desperate deeds
Yet out of four poor wanderers I’m the only one still alive
© 2011.….Poefree
I enlisted into the Army to protect and to serve the USA,
The badge I wear, the uniform I share each and every day,
Is the symbol of a freedom, a democracy, a land,
To which I do not understand,
It started in the year of seventeen hundred and seventy six,
When our founding fathers decided to fix,
The laws place upon them by the King and Queen,
To which they deemed to be outrageous and mean,
We moved across the ocean far beyond the sea,
To a land where all men can be totally free,
We developed a nation, to which we called our own,
Sent the British packing, told the French to go home,
Established a country so rich and so bold,
Imported slaves to be bought and sold,
Built the foundation with the sweat of the weak,
Crumbled their backs when freedom they would seek,
Dislodged a whole nation, scattered them apart,
Poisoned their water, killing buffalo as an art,
Those who survived had to learn to conform,
To become an American, A name unknown,
A nation divided, the South from the North,
A nation united to hunt Crazy Horse,
A battle lost at Custer’s last stand,
A war won at the invading nation’s hand,
A soldier’s diary found in the field…
“To my loving wife, if I’m found and killed…
I leave to thee my heart and my name,
I fought the good fight, I died not in vane,
Place my badge upon my grave,
Tell my sons, the life I gave,
Allowed them to live, to fight the wars,
The politicians shall lie at your doors,
Fight and obey the laws of the land,
Even if you do not understand,
Your reward will be given in the afterlife,
The end is near… Good Bye, My Wife.”
Rainbow banana, we all tried to make the most beautiful one, the silliest one, the most disturbed one.
We used food coloring, all the bowls in my kitchen, and fingers which were soon all kinds of colors.
Our troop was competing in a contest which might lead to a girl scout badge being honored in our name.
“Rainbow” and “banana” were the first two suggestions, and they ran with it, being seven and eight.
This project was a dismal semi-success. The end projects were disgustingly weird, non-appetizing.
The girls did not realize it, they were shrieking and laughing, and loving the dye on their hands.
They were one hundred percent confident, and began designing the rainbow badge in their conversation.
I sat back and wisely kept my counsel, and naysaying opinions to myself as one particularly enthusiastic child announced that we would most undoubtedly be named troop of the world for this terrific idea.
Youth. Nothing like it. The enthusiasm and hilarity continued, as I quieted myself.
This is a story, I'm not fond to recall
One decade ago, when my daughter was small
She was too young for Girl Scouts,..so instead, joined a troop
Of young "Brownie" fledglings...there were ten in her group
They needed a leader, ...so I stepped up in command !
Like a proud mother soldier, I would lend them a hand !!
They would come to our house, and we'd do arts and crafts
I'd serve milk and cookies, as each afternoon passed...
Part of my plan, so they'd be fit and strong...
Was to learn about nature...but things went sooo wrong!!
We had gone for a hike...to wander the woods...
Finding interesting leaves, and whatever we could..
They ran a few races. We played hide-and-seek
A few roasted hot dogs, near the rush of a creek
By late afternoon,....we called it a day
I gathered the girls....and to my terrible dismay!!.....
The girls had been hiding, in red poison oak!!
What a dummy I was......and that is NO JOKE !!
When I took the girls home....expecting insults....
The parents were kind. But here are results.....
From ten little girls....there were rashes on nine...
We emptied the drug stores of all Calomine!!!
Because of that day, I lost my good name....
But I did earn a badge, in the new hall of shame
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