Cops Poems

Runner

b  a  n  g   b  a  n  g!
I couldn't believe I just fired some shots
there she laid...
    belly up
   counting the dust
dead as loneliness buried in silence
trouble b o l d l y stared straight at me
my stomach growled, loosened a knot~
sweat

Cops break up open poetry reading in Monterey

At an open poetry reading in Monterey,
another poet got on stage and said he had nothing to say.
And that made the audience go ballistic,
and some got so pissed, they even got pugilistic ~
till the authorities came ~ and took all our poetry away.

Janet From Another Planet

Maybe you’ve seen Janet
she’s from another planet
making all her regular stops
at the local charity shops
loves a second hand rail or two
lives in the land of good as new
to knock and shock them in the aisles
with frocks and socks of different styles 
for Bolton she’s a smidgen bold
but not one to be pigeonholed

Maybe you’ve seen Janet
she’s

1980 Mexican repeat violent offender burgulary by corrupt cops obsessed with my American poetry

Federal bureau of investigation 
My prayers are with the Mexican violent offender sent to break into my home finally stabbing five persons over 20 violent convictions blackmailed in exchange for favors removing a few of my grandfather WWII items I have forgiveness in my heart what a sad life forced to commit home invasions for

Traffic Safety

Leaving your family at home,		
Having no sleep…. you roam!		
Know your speed and signs;
Invaluable are people’s spines!	
Be attentive at turns and stops;
Avoid needless entry of cops!

this isn't me

What am I doing? This 
Isn't me. I'm watching myself
Commit the unthinkable in 
The name of duty and
I hate it.

Everyone is heralding me 
A hero
When I only feel like the villain
Who actually wins. This isn't
Me.

When they said 'protect and serve'
I never knew that came with
Hands stained red. I fail to see 
The honor in taking

Script

Script

Zoom zoom goes the car with drug dealers

Being chased by the cops in a spotted deal

The exchange was spotted by the police

Who gave chase six shooters drawn

Firing at the fleeing BMW that sped away

Bullets zinged into it others were fired back

It was a right cowboys and Indians time

Just like a movie film with John Wayne

Who

Saga of Sam and Twitch

Sam and Twitch, two partner cops 
bust the bad guys in the chops 
	they found corruption
	and much disruption
in the NYPD shops

Sam was big, and loud, and gruff
with criminals, he was rough
	tendency to curse
	sometimes even worse
he’s the first to call a bluff

Where Sam was brawn, Twitch was smart
Angles were his state-of-art
	twin pistols twirling
	steady aim sterling
simple logic

What They Do In Theos Lodge

That’s’ what they do in Theo’s lodge:
All sorts of wrong papers forge;
There every nosing cop dodge,
Who’d rogues from hideouts disgorge…

In Theo’s lodge would hoodlums surge, 
Sweet crime at all times their urge;
There, new forms of it emerge;
When ‘This Sin and 'That' they merge…

So, from Theo’s lodge start Crime Purge:
From the Brown Brick ‘Hoodlums’ scourge

A crushing

Fear of Corpse

Let Hans start reading some book:
Let him not this overlook
Or it shall him later hook
In a school they don't scores cook,
Her exit door for the crook
And who thinks he can rook...

Let him now try his textbook,
Who never his meals forsook
And sweet snacks made sure he took,
Who'd not turned-off radio brook,
For shows and concerts long look;
At

Curiosity Kills

Jonah was rashly curious
And it became injurious:
Unannounced slap and hard kick
And it earned him wounds to lick...

A crude one on his tummy
And an adult yelled "Mummy!"
The song in his ears "leave now 
Or else you're a finished cow
Already, a bleeding brow
Some arrow to leave a bow 

He'd seen they were robbing Jim
With screwed up eyes

To Hide From the Cops

He’s got a dirt bunker in the back yard he says.
Why? I ask.
To hide from the cops.
And the FBI another kid says.
They surely are full of sassy stories in this trailer park.

Unsafe District For Cops Strict

Meant enquires consequent 
On ken Sampson The Eloquent
Wishing now to himself acquaint 
With the conflicts that were frequent, 
Where his people are domiciled, 
Currently to odds reconciled, 
So that he might about them speak 
And The Still-Kept Hidden leak…

In the darkest drain slain body,
Not long traced to B Goodie
By some folks loved for being civil
But

Rights On Paper Second Generation

What a difference a few years away make
For granted, rights to privacy, personal space,
Right to lay charges of assault, I did take
Them as given in US if America

I'm no longer shocked at fence, tree removed
To steal tin, "zinc" fir shanty roofing
My yard is to be piached fir vegetables, too
We in south Africa, don't bother The

Cops and Robbers

cops 
              undercover, officers
     chasing, apprehending, shooting
arrest, paddy wagon, notorious, lawless
         stealing, fleeing, plundering
                

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