Short Police Officer Poems
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G-un is just loaded,
N-ever play with the trigger,
A-nd aim at no one.
Topic: Birthday of Grace N. Abrasado (March 7)
Form: Haikustic
The child smells
Like cat urine only ten times worse
His classmates shun him
He reeks
A police officer arrives for career day
And recognizes the smell
It is not cat urine
It is methamphetamine
This changes everything
My Name
Bobby- British Police Officer
Jo-Sweetheart: A Scottish Term
May-Comes from Maia s also borne in Roman mythology by an earth-goddess who is sometimes equated with the Greek
Where did my mother come up with this, lol
Gluey aftersight
here is a drunken police officer
loved by a friendless prostitute
here is Chinese opium den
taping around your eyes
Here is a boy loved by many
adored by the crowd
a lonely ballerina who
would love to change places
TV people take up oodles of my time.
They turn me into a police officer,
A detective,
And a forensic genius.
I solve murders, and mysteries
And save gobs of people every night,
Luckily I can do it from my recliner
With my dog snoring away next to me
Officer Dibble
Always will quibble
Whatever Top Cat does.
But it's Top Cat who gets the buzz.
Top Cat
Whose constant backchat
Makes him look cool.
While Dibble ends up like a fool.
TOP CAT. ( THE BOSS CAT UK, ) Trademark issues.
10 / 9 / 2021.
A Florida Man at IHOP
was charged when he posed as a cop.
They would not give him food,
so he got rather lewd;
dropped his pants right there at the shop.
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Actual headline: “Florida Man flashes buttocks at IHOP after impersonating a police officer to get free food”
~ at dusk meeting up with a huge Clydesdale horse
while walking home from work
like a dream in the shadows he takes shape
the rider a police officer
on patrol Miss, he says
have a nice evening . . . but I am in a trance
as ... I have never seen anything more beautiful ~
G-reat dawn starts to break,
R-ed beacon likes to ascend;
A-fter the lonely dusk;
C-old chill has to
E-nd.
A-n early morning light
B-egins to brighten the day;
R-ays from up above
A-re gladdening the gray.
S-eventh day of March
A-ims to warm the weather;
D-on't let the world make mad
O-ne good police officer.
The British Jo Of Maya
Transforming
His
Expressions into his name
Bobby, is a British police officer
Robert is not
In
This
I
See
Humor
Jo in french
Obviously means Sweetheart
Offspring
From
Macrology
Atlas Daughter
Yonder
Affiliation
Contest: What’s In a Name
Sponsored By: Juliet Ligon
Date Created: 01/14/2020
Did you hear in the news? Yes, it’s true!
A police officer knew what to do.
A stabbed man with a wound
Could have died very soon
But didn’t when saved with a bag - Whew!
An emptied bag of chips and some tape
Used before it became too late.
The cop stopped a life mess
And taped the bag to the man's chest
Which saved the man’s life and fate.
Here's another shooting incident we have to see:
This was at a high school in Knoxville, Tennessee.
There was a wounded police officer and one fatality.
No known students were counted as a casualty.
We have heard about shootings in the news too frequently.
I wish I didn't have to write this kind of poetry.
From a news story found on msn.com
Children fell asleep
Heavenly the dreams they had--
In death's land awoke!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
08 October 2022
Last Thursday, at a daycare center in northeastern Thailand, a former police officer killed thirty-seven people of whom twenty-five were young children, some as young as two years of age.
I dedicate this Senryu to their memory!
The lawn mower next door has ruined my day.
Droning on and on and on louder and uglier than a bee’s buzz.
Constant droooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooning.
Nonstop from seven a.m. to seven p.m. Every Saturday.
Saturday after Saturday after Saturday after Saturday.
Today the lawnmower finally stopped. And it is Saturday!
A police officer stopped by to tell me the sad news.
My neighbor had been murdered; I pretended I did not already know.
The Mirror is my forbode
It shows fragility in my face
but my mental self preservation
still resides
I am dancing with light
Rim and Refractive light interludes
bringing her reflective nature to fore
I am rewarded with both fear and delight
But I come without tears
Questions come to me
What should and could I have been
An Academic or A Police Officer
but my mirror comes without preconceptions
I am a drowned Man
The ghost of the future
I was born a Police Officer while others become a Police Officer
Name: to identify or recognize
Entity: Real or existing
My name is: Bobby Jo May Senior
1st Name: Bobby: A Police Officer
2nd Name: Jo: Sweetheart
3rd Name: May: Permission, Authorization or Authority
4th: Senior: Highest Ranking
Patron: a person chosen, named, or honored as a special guardian, protector, or supporter.
The next time I get stopped by a cop I am going to show them this, lol
We live in times of quick judgement
When decisions taken are sometimes bent
So coppers stand as targets unfairly drawn
Whilst others use the situation to scold and scorn
Stabbing by felons holds the stage
To attempt to kill in their rampage
Then the police officer is made to wear
Murder charges as we do despair
Why are charges laid so soon
That it makes your head to swoon
We who have worn the blue
Wonder what in his position would you do?
© Paul Warren Poetry
A fireman, at age three
I surely was destined to be
At age four
a fireman no more
police officer was now for me
By age five, baseball was alive
in every single one of my bones
Somewhere in there, for a month I remember
wearing lacy dresses like Amanda Jones...
Today parents obsess over role exploration
Just what on earth do our children mean?
Seems to me the kids are learning about life
Why can't we just let them be?!
One man attends the funeral
for a slain police officer,
murdered while simply doing his job,
a routine traffic stop, for Christ sake!
The other man attends a glitzy
star-studded fundraiser filled with wealthy elite,
whose gold-plated plans
are kept secret behind the scenes,
hidden from lesser folk,
who can't know and would not understand,
it tastes good when shoved down the throat;
becoming a sweet nectar--life will be easier
when fools own nothing and are happy.
The Law - Poem by GLEN PUGH
they are there when we need them
in the day or the night
it dose not matter if you are black or white so lets stop all this killing and do what is right
in Ferguson, Missouri Michael Brown did fall
shot by a police officer there is a lesson for us all
no matter what race you are we must respect the law
the law is not always right that is not my message here
but stop and think before you act and live another year
BY.....GLEN PUGH...COPYRIGHT.....2014