Best Coppers Poems
Nazriel Rising Small World Ace
She was as pretty as ever on this night
With me smitten to bits with her aura
As we met on our usual pickup location
Nazriel that one who so compliments me
We were on an official business briefing
One of Epic proportions with intricacies
This time the operation was offshores
With me providing intel logistic n liaison
We had to discuss the mission details
The coppers got wind of our operation...
And they being on standby we went on unabated
We were taking out a notorious terror cell
Deep in the suburban’s of Kismayu
The Operation had the green light of our CO
Yet... Something felt off call it an 8th sense...
A key word “conscription” kept clopping up
We were not decided... yet the die was cast
Swiftly we had to act and neutralize the enemy
Thus Operation ...Sly Jackal. was initialized
With Controlled Outcomes a key prerogative
Nazriel bid me goodbye with a kiss...
As I approached the coppers car on standby...
With me leaning on their window and by way of greeting
“What can I get you this time officers...?”
I can get you a couple of stinger missile at the right price
But are you sure you can afford… they eyed me calmly
Not betraying an iota of emotion... the rest transpired in silence.
To be continued… #Acode254_Pmc_LuisMi008
It's amazing cars now have “remote starters”
As long as they don't drive off in a premature departure
Hey wait! You ding-a-ling
Independent damn thing
Next we'll be given tickets by remote coppers
It's amazing... cars now have “remote starters”
As long as they don't drive off in a premature departure
Hey wait! You ding-a-ling
Independent damn thing
We'll soon be given tickets by remote coppers
It's amazing... cars now have “remote starters”
As long as they don't drive off in a premature departure
Hey wait! You ding-a-ling
Independent damn thing
We'll soon be given tickets by remote coppers
Do you look into me as I look into you
Or does the blue blank out what in me is true
Do you see the badge and the gun so real
And never wonder what inside me is the real deal
They say that you walk and talk a special drawl
And always sit with you back up against a wall
But you know at the end of the day
Cut me and I will bleed away.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Is there a place where old coppers go
After we hand in our gear in the last show
The fleets been parked and booked off now
Fuelled up for the next shift or day for new know how
The uniform is for the last time put away
Never again to be a daily mainstay
And words used so easily then
Are retired as well in the end
Do you become part of a legend
When you enforced the law until your end
But once and while there’ll be something
That connects again to the old days and back it brings
So who are you now sunset has come
As old ones now to sit in the sun
Where memories are held high
When old coppers remember their times gone by.
© Paul Warren Poetry
It's amazing... cars now have “remote starters”
As long as they don't drive off in a premature departure
Hey, wait! You ding-a-lings
Independent damn things
We'll soon be given tickets by remote control coppers
Raise me up and carry me home
There is no longer a reason to be alone
See me there with my head held high
Coppers aren’t supposed to cry
Those are the things I remember true
Stamped forever forming part of what I do
Bury it down or sliced out and thrown by
Coppers aren’t supposed to cry.
© Paul Warren Poetry
A Coppers Christmas is different to
An ordinary one that people do
Some see their time through on nights
With drink drivers, accidents and pub brawl fights
Christmas dinners are crammed in as well
And handing presents has no time to dwell
Early morning wake ups with children are missed
For morning muster and the start of day shifts
Afternoon shifts are spent at other people’s family gatherings
Sorting out people whose Christmas
Spirit is lost or lacking
To finally make your way home
To end the day in the car alone.
© Paul Warren Poetry