Best Officer Poems
The egg came and grabbed me, out of bed.
Shook me awake, smacked my sweet head.
Demanded to know what I had seen.
I plead the fifth, afraid of his mean.
I acted innocent, but it did not convince.
He batted me a bunch, made me wince.
So I am here officer, to simply plead and beg.
I need some back up, to get rid of this egg.
The seasoned officer sat back in his chair,
Lit a cigar, acted like he did not even care.
Aren’t you the same one? He finally asked.
Who wanted us to arrest a balloon in the past?
Each day is a new day for the Police
Looking around protecting and serving the public
With a smile and politeness
They guard us from deadly criminals
Whether the weather is cold or hot, wet or dry
Whether they fear or feel joy
Whether they are sad or mad
Whether they are sick or not
Whether day or night
No matter what their personal lives holds
They took an oath to serve and protect you and me
To maintain peace, order and crime prevention
They have unlimited duties such as VIP security, Border guarding
Tackling smugglers drug traffickers and counter terrorism
And they thrive with such perfectionism
When the whole world is in deep sleep
They walk in streets looking out for any potential crime and criminals
To protect us from thieves and dangerous criminals.
They are injured, stressed, trying to do the right thing
Where we would dare not to be there in their place.
Out of honour, duty, justice and respect
They strive to save the lives they haven't met
To protect this world from the coldness and dark
They sacrifices their family and their loved ones
In order to protect us and our families at the cost of their own lives
The badge they wear is heavy that carries all the burdens
With many responsibilities overburdened
To promise to help those in need
And comforting them indeed
For they would stand guard, to serve and protect.
They never know what the day will bring
For that day could be their last day in their lives
They hardly hear the praise they deserve
They hardly are appreciated for their hard work.
They hardly hear the words of Thanks
They are the ones who do incredible sacrifice
Making the world better by their sacrifice
Every day in everyway
They are the real heroes who risk their lives every day
For they have a dangerous job
Bringing different challenges throughout every day
They are constantly being faced with the unknown and the unpredictable situations
With frustrations and complications, when the things are complex.
With pride integrity they protect our world
And making a better place to live in.
Their commitment is beyond priceless
Always willing to give their life to protect others
May God bless them and keep them safe
Be proud to be the Police officer!
He wore his badge with honor and respect,
For twenty two years on the streets his duty he would never neglect.
Many a poor soul he gave a warning and a break,
And many had listened to the words that he spake.
He was given the nickname Chance by those who ran the streets,
For wanting everyone to get an even break especially on his beat.
He would not tolerate excuses from those who would not learn,
And second chances from him were hard to earn.
Mommas would tell him of bad things their kids would do,
In hopes that he could help them through the troubled times they all go through.
And chances are he'd set them straight,
And sometimes he would show them the consequences, and say it's up to you to change your fate.
Then one day tragedy struck and his life that day it took,
And this little community now torn apart, forever shook.
They tracked him down and brought him in,
To let the courts decide the fate of this mans sin.
Just a teen who got scared and had a gun,
Was now at the mercy of the court for the crime he had done.
A plea of guilty with tears in his eyes, he said I'm sorry, I just got scared,
He poured out his heart, his soul he bared.
He said I found the gun it wasn't even mine,
I was showing it to a friend when Officer Chance walked up behind.
I remember seeing his badge that is all I know,
And hearing the blast as I was handing it to Chance, all I did was let it go.
I ran out of fear and the sight of his blood really made me scared,
I never intended no harm and this is one person I wish God would have spared.
The jury returned nearly as quick as they had gone,
Not Guilty, let this be a hard lesson you've learned, and another chance for a new future,
Chances' last words “grant this child a new dawn.”
Not winter blowing cold, not the rough kind
His Air Force topcoat bearing a promise;
Like a gift draped on my shoulders he’ll miss
That from anticipated distance, we find,
One dream to quell a thirsting quite refined
With gentle rush to hold, to care, and kiss.
Yet love must express, his will, to say this,
“How treasured you are and always enshrined.
So come, dear one, let’s trail the endless sand
As I go to war caressed by nights hued;
Yonder the waiting grass, near warm trees’ nest
Our vows anchored on my lifetime’s command...
Return I will, a faithful groom renewed,
Yes, only then shall we feel wholly blest!”
4/24/2016
Broken Wing's Loyalty Contest
*Remembrances of my Dad's Sense
of Devotion for Mom
Every man has a mission
An objective
To carry out the orders of the commanding officer
What will be the plan after this war is over?
Shall we begin anew?
Can we place this ugly Godforsaken place behind us?
We all have a past
We all have families to return home to
What will be the condition of their hearts?
Will they really care what I have been through?
It has been a pure living hell for me out on this battlefield
Jumping from the hull of this vast B29 flying through the darkness
Landing in a place that isn’t even to be found on my map
My compass has gone haywire and the arrow is broken
My heart broken too as I try to piece this ugly war together
Who am I shooting at anyways?
Isn’t he my brother?
Aren’t we all just children of the same God?
How did we get here in the middle of this pasture?
And how in the hell am I gonna find my way home?
My wife’s heart is torn
My infant son doesn’t even know what I look like
And I haven’t written a check in over 48 months
Who am I now?
Just a weary worn soldier
Help me get out of this place God, and give me a new plan
A new directive
A new path to heal this broken heart
I just want to get out of here alive and make it home to my family
Once I arrive I will await a new set of plans
Starting anew with great anticipation
My parachute unhitched as I descend upon the beach
Bring me home soon, God
May this nightmare called war be behind me ever so quickly
I need a ticket home and I need it now!
Gwendolen Rix
10-24-14
When I was a young girl I wanted to find true love, and I thought I knew
what love was.
But soon I would figure out what true love wasn't.
It wasn't the time he took my dog
to the pound and lied telling them he found him roaming on his property, just so he could
get rid of him.
It wasn't the time his jealousy made him
attempt to break me and my fiance apart with
his lies and hurt ego.
It's funny how time teaches you, and how
the mistakes one makes in life actually helps you to eventually see a persons true colors.
It wasn't you, it was me, yes I wanted to go.
I'm glad I was that young girl who got a
second chance to find true love.
I'm forever grateful I was stopped
by a handsome, caring, loving, and honest
officer who gave me advice and my first
ticket for true love.
We have been married for twenty nine years,
and God smiles every time he sees us together.
I'm a policeman and I've been shot.
I want to survive but sadly, I may not.
I'm in a lot of pain as I'm lying on the ground and bleeding.
This happened because I pulled a man over for speeding.
The lousy punk had a bag of cocaine sitting on his back seat.
It looks like The Lord is somebody who I'm about to meet.
I'm probably going to die because of that punk's crime.
I called for an ambulance but it may not arrive in time.
I've been honor bound to protect and serve.
This isn't something that a lawman deserves.
That punk took off in his car but he won't get away.
I may die but another officer will catch him and he will pay.
It has happened again and again,
we seem to not have learned how
to get along with our fellow brethren.
Why do we ask is this taking place?
One day, it will be answered.
Perhaps, he was needed elsewhere.
Perhaps, in this his young life,
he has accomplished his mission.
We say to him and his family,
he has performed, well done.
Our Father, Lord Jesus has him now.
And, it is well with his soul.
The image of his life remains
in the hearts of his family and
ours too.
Coast Guard Suspicious Officer
Plot about officer seemed to be intense;
For years he had been held in suspense;
Ammo and arms,
Always alarms;
Now there is a prevalence of evidence.
Jim Horn
The ship officer and the Lady
As I waited for my ship to dock at the onion pier,
a clerk came and handed me a bag of garlic for
the ship, I told him I had not ordered any and
showed him my three silver rings on my uniform.
He smirked and said I must have borrowed it to
impress the gullible, I shrank inside the uniform
and could not see my hands and feet.
Met a lady who was waiting for the ship too, she
was the wife of the chief engineer, and together
we strolled to the end of the dock, where
I resentfully threw the bag of garlic into the sea
where it swelled, became a life boat that slowly
drifted away. Back at the spot where the ship was
supposed to dock we’re told the ship had come
and gone. The lady sat on a pollard crying, took
her wedding ring off and threw it into the water,
I, who had taken Lasix 40, peed into the same sea
and its water turned pink. “Truly, this man is
a saint someone whispered”. Confident again
I swelled in the uniform and could see my hands
and feet . The clerk asked forgiveness and kissed
the onyx ring on my left index finger and gave me
another bag of garlic.
The Catering officer
Once upon a time, I was a seaman; I began as a galley boy
and after six months was promoted to the second cook,
What dizzying height. At home, I went to a catering school for cooks
and later on, a course to become a chief steward.
For three years I slaved as a chief cook on ships it was
hard and boring and then I was promoted to Chief steward
they use “chief” a lot in the merchant navy, this to make you feel
important, but in the end, you are a ing slave.
My job was that of a purser doing the books buying what was needed
as cheap as possible and see to it the cook was reasonable sober.
This new job gave ample opportunity to read I wore a white shirt
with three silver stripes on which caused me endless embarrassment
as I dislike uniforms in civilian life. The first ships I was on had a selected crew,
proper people saving up to buy a house with a big garage when
I was dreaming of going ashore and meet exciting people.
This entire nicety unnerved me, and I tended to be rude one can
say I didn`t fit in, so my next ship was less posh and from
there it was downhill all the way tilluntilnded up on rust buckets
that birthed at small ports in South America, and I loved it.
Gone was the uniform, but I used a blazer over my T-shirt when
the officials came onboard, served them whisky till they
staggered smiles and handshakes ashore.
But it didn`t last the old ships were replaced with container ships
which is nothing but floating barges, so I jumped ship
swam to the Algarve in Portugal and stayed.
I saw him in these illusioned scenes
Being so sensual and yet very keen
Oh this Argentine police officer really captures my heart
His eyes are like snowflakes
I am falling… gently…
Into his amor trap.
Feeling, accepting his presence
In these boulevard of imaginative dreams..
Heart arrests…
Prisoned to this love
I can’t breathe…
Could you be my love life’s forever sentry?
Or all I’ve got is just a misery
These feelings which require bravery
Oh, how will you know?
If I would never tell.
This feeling inside of me
Which somehow brings felicity
In these series of illusions
My heart is in the room of illuminations..
What if I will tell?
Probably, what will you feel?
Will it make you merry?
Or just move you to become angry?
Oh, this Argentine Police Officer
Come, capture me
Imprison me in your love..
And I would never flee
Listen, my shipmates and you shall hear
A tale of adventure and a sea career.
I shall never forget that cold clear day
When I left the shore of ‘Gansett Bay.
The sight of my ship was one of joy
As she lay tethered to a mooring buoy
And on her bows her numbers clear
Ever more grand as our boat drew near.
I had barely stowed my gear away
When the boatswain’s pipe began to play.
‘Now go to your stations, the sea detail.’
My ship and I were about to sail.
And so began my maiden trip
In my new home, this long gray ship.
Then later, as a a gunner’s mate
In charge of a five-inch-thirty-eight.
How often we were flung about
In our greyhound out at sea
As our dripping forefoot rose and fell
But nowhere could we flee.
Now three decades worth of sea
Has passed beneath my keel
Not all those years were filled with glee
But most were passed with zeal.
My shipmates - now with Davy Jones
And soon I’ll join that crew,
And we’ll all dance on Fiddler’s Green.
On watch, awaiting you.
The story of “hello” who used to patrol the streets of Britain.
When I was a child, hello was the most feared thing on the streets. Hello was controlled by masters and when hello met you, he would always greet you with a smile and his legendary trademark opening gambit “hello hello, what’s going on here then” his motto was to serve and protect the people.
Hello always walked down the streets and back alleys and stood over six foot tall. Hello was powerful and commanded respect from the people, if hello said sit, you sat and if hello said move, you moved.
Hello was mistrusted by the common people and most kept their nose out of trouble and gave him a wide berth but they understood that hello had a part to play in their lives and keep good order.
Over the years, times changed and hello changed with them, hello no longer walked the streets but was given transportation which meant that hello no longer stopped for a friendly word or to rebuke some one for a minor offence, hello just sped past the people and was seen less and less. The people who would once ask hello for friendly advice began to lose communication with hello and deep mistrust began to set in. Hello dwindled in numbers and soon he would change in physical appearance. Hello began to shrink and even change sex, the days of six foot masculine hello had gone.
The elderly people who knew the old hello and held him in deep respect began to die and they were replaced by a younger angrier community, they had no time for hello and regarded him or her as authoritarian. The modern hello had lost his power and wisdom with the common people and taken sides with the army to protect and serve the establishment and state.
Hello Hello, what’s going on here then.
The king had a vision of his own death,
Sent his officer to bring a pink wreath;
He tonsured his head,
Got the body clad
And killed his officer in the same breath.