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A Policeman's Prayer

Trying To Understand

When God Made Police Officers

I'm A Policeman

Tears Of A Cop

The Heart Behind The Badge

Understand There Is A Heart

The Start Of Every Shift

Justice

Worth Fighting For

The Night Before Christmas

Merry Christmas Officer

The Badge

A Part Of America Died

Standing In The Line Of Duty

Policeman's Prayer

What Are Policemen Made Of?

All My Life

The Lousy Cop

Just A Cop

The Judgment

The Soldier

Correctional Officer's Creed

Do You Know

Take This Badge

Want To Tell You Lies

Gone But Not Forgotten

Prayer For Police

The Color Blue

The Duty

A Police Officer's Wife

Thoughts Of A Trooper

Your Just A Reserve Cop

Motor Officers

Modern Knights

Protectors

She Still Stands

We Can't Trust The Police

The Wreck On Highway 109

I Quit The Force Today 

911

Voices From The Ashes

Heroes Of Another Kind

Things To
Remember

Salute the Banner They Raised

I Dreamt

 To Protect And To Serve

The Towering Titans

A Police Officer's Wife (version 2)

The Flashlight

Every Prison Cop 

Our Fallen Heroes

Badge of Honor & Guns

A Battered Badge Still Shines

All In A Cops Day

A Uniform Without A Name

A Colorado Trooper's Prayer

A Real Hero Indeed

This Countries Hero

 

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A Policeman's Prayer


Lord, I ask for courage;
Courage to face and conquer my own fears...
Courage to take me where others will not go.
I ask for strength;
Strength of body to protect others...
Strength of spirit to lead others.
I ask dedication;
Dedication to my job to do it well...
Dedication to my community to keep it safe.
Give me, Lord, concern;
For all those who trust me...
And compassion for those who need me
And, please, Lord, through it all; be at my side.

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Trying To Understand

"Is daddy coming home soon?" asks a precious little face.
"It's past when he should be here.
Is he working on a case?"
Your dad's not coming home son.
He's working late tonight.
He's a policeman up in heaven, making sure we're all alright.
"But mommy, why'd he leave us?
I miss him when he's gone."
I know you miss him darling, but now we must be strong.
"Who's gonna teach me baseball, and help me fly my kite.
And help me with my homework,
and buy me my first bike?"
Your daddy loved you darling, and he didn't want to leave.
But a bad man took, your daddy, and left us all to grieve.
Be proud of who your dad was,
and how he earned his pay.
Because it's people like your daddy
that keep us safe each day.
"Mommy, when I get bigger, and if it's okay with you,
I'm gonna be like daddy, and be a policeman too."

"In memory of fallen officers everywhere"
by: Daniel T. Dunbar

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When God Made Police Officers

When the Lord was creating Police Officers, He was into his

sixth day of overtime when an angel appeared and said,
"You're doing a lot of fiddling around on this one."

And the Lord said, "Have you read the requirements on this
order? A Police Officer has to be able to run five miles through alleys in the dark,

scale walls, enter homes the health inspector wouldn't touch, and not wrinkle their uniform."

"They have to be able to sit in an undercover car all day on a stakeout,

cover a homicide scene that night, canvass the neighborhood for witnesses, and testify in court the next day."

"They have to be in top physical condition at all times,
running on black coffee and half-eaten meals, and they have to have six pairs of hands."

The angel shook her head slowly and said, "Six pairs of hands . . . no way!!"

"It's not the hands that are causing me problems," said the Lord,

"it's the three pairs of eyes an officer has to have."

"That's on the standard model?" asked the angel.

The Lord nodded. "One pair that sees through a bulge in a pocket before they ask, 'May I see what's in there, sir?'"
(when they already know and wish they'd taken that accounting job)

"Another pair here in the side of their head for their partner's safety,

and another pair of eyes here in front so they can look reassuringly at a bleeding victim and say,

'You'll be alright, ma'am,' when they know it isn't so."

"Lord," said the angel, touching His sleeve, "rest and work on this tomorrow."

"I can't," said the Lord, "I already have a model that can talk a 250 pound drunk into a patrol car

without incident and feed a family of five on a civil service paycheck."

The angel circled the model of the Police Officer very slowly. "Can it think?" she asked.

"You bet," said the Lord, "it can tell you the elements of a hundred crimes,

recite Miranda warnings in its sleep, detain, investigate, search,

and arrest a gang member on the street in less time than it

takes five learned judges to debate the legality of the stop . . .

and still it keeps its sense of humor. This officer also has phenomenal personal control.

They can deal with crime scenes painted in hell, coax a confession from a child abuser,

comfort a murder victim's family, and then read in the daily paper

how law enforcement isn't sensitive to the rights of criminal suspects."

Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek of the Police Officer.

"There's a leak," she pronounced, "I told you that you were trying to put too much into this model."

"That's not a leak," said the Lord. "It's a tear."

"What's the tear for?" asked the angel.

"It's for bottled-up emotions, for fallen comrades, for commitment

 to that funny piece of cloth called the American flag, for justice."

"You're a genius," said the angel.

The Lord looked somber. "I didn't put it there," He said.

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I'm A Policeman

 

I'm a policeman, Oh why? you may ask.
It's not that the pay is well worth the task.
It's something deep down, it's something inside.
It's not just a job where you're there for the ride.
The dangers we face, we know they're for real.
But it's not just a job, it's something you feel.

We're out on the beat, it's late at night.
This is the time when families fight.
Shouting and cursing, then comes a hit.
A loud screaming child, a mad raging fit.
We come on the scene there's not a set play.
We have to assess with our fears pushed away.

There's darting eyes and another door.
Can we see all the people or are there more?
A bang and a crash come from the back.
Is someone else there to take a crack?
We take control but it's never easy.
The mess and the people can make you feel queasy.
We return to the beat and hope it's all right.
But we know we'll be back for the very next fight.

A stop light runner and a simple chase.
But we never know what we may face.
Another bad drunk? A kid on a high?
Or something much worse to give us a try?
We can't take it easy, we can't take a chance.
Always a new tune, always a new dance.

There's racial tensions and rights to uphold.
We have to show patience but yet appear bold.
It's easier to say that "all must be fair."
When you're not on the street, when you're not the one there.
Those feelings of pressure we must put aside.
With our actions up front and keeping our pride.

It's harder on family than it is on me.
Their imagined worst fear are all that they see.
I'm on the job and handling it well.
But they're safe at home imagining hell.
When the telephone rings and it's late at night.
They wake in a sweat with a terrible fright.
But their awful thoughts I must leave at the station.
'Cause they might dull my senses and force hesitation.

So why do I do it? Where is the joy?
There's people who smile, a found little boy.
There's laughter and friendship with people who care.
There's knowing a difference just 'cause we're there.
There's sunshine and sadness and having the nerve.
To get up each morning and say that " I serve."

John T. Sutton, March 1988, Dallas, Texas.

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Tears Of A Cop

 

I have been where you fear to be.
I have seen what you fear to see.
I have done what you fear to do.
All these things I've done for you.
I am the one you lean upon.
The one you cast your scorn upon.
The one you bring your troubles to,
All these people I've been for you.
The one you ask to stand apart.
The one you feel should have no heart.
The one you call the officer in blue.
But I am human, just like you.
And through the years I've come to see
That I am not what you ask of me.
So take this badge and take this gun.
Will you take it?
Will anyone?
And when you watch a person die,
And hear a battered baby cry.
Then so you think that you can be
All those things you ask of me?

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The Heart Behind The Badge

 

the heart behind the badge
you sometimes cannot see
hidden beneath the surface
comfort to only me
I am sworn to serve and protect
but obstacles get in the way
the heart behind the badge
gives me courage to face the day
talking to an innocent child
chasing a criminal down the road
the heart behind the badge
carries stories that go untold
the heart may be the passion
for the job that is at hand
God shining down upon me
He's the one who's in command
compassion to deal with victims
a strength to combat crime
the heart behind the badge
is there for me each time
a spouse or significant other
a family to come home to
the heart behind the badge
what does it mean to you

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Understand There Is A Heart

 

There is a person we all think we know,
We see him no matter where we go.
He is there to protect us and keep us from harm,
Sometimes from evil, and other times when there seems to be no alarm.
He sees all that we choose to wear blinders to.
When he pulls you over, he is protecting others, and yes, even you.
Keep in mind when driving by that accident with a sheet,
He is the one with tears in his heart, standing in the street.
He is the one that walks into a family's home,
where he finds a battered child, holds his anger and minds his tone.
He sees the woman that has been beaten until she bled,
Knowing that next week, another tear, this woman will shed.
He is the one that goes to work on the streets full of guns and drugs,
while praying he makes it home to his wife and children.
This man is expected to see these things and stay polite,
To tolerate abuse from both sides of the law day and night.
Some say he is there to harass others with his power.
He is actually there to protect us hour after hour.
Yes, he did know that these things came with the job he chose.
But he is human, and having a badge did not able him his heart to close.
Many ask , "Then why did he choose this job to do?"
He chose it hoping to help; he chose it for me; he chose it for you.

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The Start Of Every Shift


My knight in his blue armor
steps out into the dark.
In search of all wrong doing,
with a hope to make it right.
He carries not a sword,
But a "semi" on his side.
With hopes his training will not fail him,
Should there come a place or time.
And as he settles into his modern day Stallion;
The one with piercing blue eyes
The thought runs through his mind.
"What will I come upon tonight?"
"A speeder, a con, a felon a man who beat his wife?
A pusher, a punk, some other with a knife?"
"Will I have to defend my life,
Or will a fellow man in blue
Be assigned to console my grieving wife?"
And so, with this thought still lingering
through the channels of his mind...
He prays to a God he thinks is there
But still, he is unsure of.
Just then, before he could think twice
The duty he is here for calls
And without hesitation, he radios back "419, I am enroute"
Opens his "eyes" And takes off once again...
Into the dark of night.

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Justice

 

I closed them gently those eyes of blue
and wept inside , for her years to few .
The call came thru as domestic dispute
the father came thru as one of ill repute
Such a little child , so fair of face
an innocent victim of an unfair fate.
As her father was cuffed and put away
I grimly drew a line where she lay .
Where were her angels ? Where was the law ?
A life was stolen without just cause .
I questioned my job , my purpose in life ,
that night I wept over sleeping babies and wife .
And under a sky as blue as her eyes
I swore to my God to stand by her side .
A Mother was weeping over an angel gone to sleep
While her father walked once more the streets .
I stalked him Like a hunter gone after prey
I never forgot him day after day .
A year has gone by and my day has come
To find if my work will be undone .
My heart is lighter as I placed a red rose ,
I think she's smiling beside God's throne.
I've said Goodbye , my heart is at rest ,
I've done my job as I do best .
Goodby
e little angel 'til next we meet
When God calls us from that final sleep .


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Worth Fighting For

There is a friend worth fighting for,
the type who cares for glory no more.

The friend who's honest without regret,
who will stand by you and honor protect.

The friend who's name prompts a smile,
who renders support with every trial.

No amount of time or miles deflect
a friendship developed with respect.

The friend that accepts you as you are,
your values and beliefs will never mar.

This is the friend worth fighting for
who's worth o'er shadows riches galore.

This type of friend is a rare treasure!
To BE this friend, a reward beyond measure.

Ann F. Driggs
Oct. 23, 1998
Diamondann2002@yahoo.com

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The Night Before Christmas

 

By Ptlm. D.L.Jones #319
Elkhart Police Department, Elkhart, Indiana

T'was the night before Christmas, and out in the street
All appeared quiet as I drove through my beat.

With my baby at home, tucked warmly in bed
and wishing her daddy was there kissing her head.

When all of a sudden there arose such a clatter.
I sprang from my cruiser to see what was the matter.

I realized a crack head had just robbed the store.
He got twenty bucks, what a great score!

I yelled "Stop!" and the chase was then on,
Praying to God that I'd live until dawn.

He pulled his gun, I called 10-78.
We ran down the sidewalk and jumped over a gate.

I made my tackle, and wrestled his gun.
This was a fight that simply had to be won.

I thought of my baby, what would she do?
If I didn't come home, would she miss me too?

I got the perp cuffed, when backup arrived.
Torn up & bruised up, but I was alive.

He went to jail, a report I did write.
While the good people slept, safe through the night.

Next thing I knew, it was time to go home.
But the presents were opened, the eggnog was gone.

I had missed Christmas, but complain I won't do.
It's part of the job, to make it safer for you.

So as you lay sleeping, think of the few.
  Think of my brothers and sisters in blue.

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Merry Christmas Officer

 

TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE.
IN A ONE-BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE.
I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY, WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,
AND TO SEE JUST "WHO" IN THIS HOME DID LIVE.
I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE
NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE
NO STOCKINGS BY THE FIRE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND.
ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF HIM WITH A FRIEND.

WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS.
A SOBERING THOUGHT SOON CAME THROUGH MY MIND.
FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, UNLIKE ANY I'D TOPPED.
THIS WAS THE HOME OF A POLICE OFFICER, A COP.

I'D HEARD STORIES ABOUT "THEM". I HAD TO SEE MORE.
SO I WALKED DOWN THE HALL AND PUSHED OPEN THE DOOR.
AND THERE HE LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE.
CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN HIS ONE-BEDROOM HOME.
HE SEEMED SO GENTLE, HIS FACE SO SERENE.
NOT HOW "I" PICTURED A PROTECTION MACHINE.
WAS THIS THE HERO, OF WHOM I'D JUST READ?
CURLED UP IN HIS PONCHO, A FLOOR FOR HIS BED?

HIS HEAD WAS NEATLY GROOMED, HIS FACE WEATHERED TAN.
I SOON UNDERSTOOD, THIS WAS MORE THAN A MAN.
FOR I REALIZED THE FAMILIES I SAW THAT NIGHT,
OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE PEOPLE, WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.

SOON AROUND THE NATION, THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,
AND GROWN-UPS WOULD CELEBRATE ON A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.
THEY ALL ENJOYED PEACE, EACH MONTH AND ALL YEAR,
BECAUSE OF OFFICERS LIKE THIS ONE LYING HERE.

I COULDN'T HELP WONDER HOW MANY PATROL
ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE, IN A LAND CALLED THEIR OWN.
JUST THE VERY THOUGHT BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE.
I DROPPED TO MY KNEES AND I STARTED TO CRY.

HE MUST HAVE AWOKEN, FOR I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,
"SANTA DON'T CRY, THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE.
I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM, I DON'T ASK FOR MORE.
MY LIFE IS MY GOD, MY PARTNER, MY FORCE."

WITH THAT HE ROLLED OVER, DRIFTED OFF INTO SLEEP.
I COULDN'T CONTROL IT, I CONTINUED TO WEEP.
I WATCHED HIM FOR HOURS, SO SILENT SO STILL.
I NOTICED HE SHIVERED FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL.
SO I TOOK OFF MY JACKET, THE ONE MADE OF RED,
AND COVERED THIS OFFICER FROM HIS TOES TO HIS HEAD.
THEN I PUT ON HIS JACKET WITH BADGE SILVER AND GOLD,
WITH THE WORDS "POLICE OFFICER" EMBLAZONED SO BOLD.
AND ALTHOUGH IT BARELY FIT ME, I BEGAN TO SWELL WITH PRIDE.
AND FOR ONE SHINING MOMENT, I WAS AN OFFICER DEEP INSIDE.

I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE HIM SO QUITE IN THE NIGHT,
THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR SO WILLING TO FIGHT.
BUT HALF ASLEEP HE ROLLED OVER, AND IN A VOICE SO CLEAN AND PURE,
SAID "CARRY ON SANTA, IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL'S SECURE."
ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.
MERRY CHRISTMAS, MY FRIEND, TEN-FOUR, AND GOOD NIGHT.

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The Badge

 

It is polished and shiny and looks so fine.
Once you earn it you have to tow the line.
The minute you wear it upon your chest
it becomes a symbol that you are the best.
It means honesty, integrity, and fairness to all.
Your life is never your own, but at the publics call.
Night or day, any hour, it makes you a mark.
It doesn't protect you from a shot in the dark.
Over the years the shine starts to fade,
but brighter still is the man its made.
It is often what sep
arates you from the crowd.
It is a second family of which you are proud.
Author unknown


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A Part Of America Died

Somebody killed a policeman today, and a part of America died.
A piece of our country he swore to protect, will be buried with him at his side.

The suspect that shot him will stand up in court, with counsel demanding his
rights.
While a young widowed mother must work for her kids, and spend
many long, lonely nights.

The beat that he walked was a battle field too, just as if he'd gone off to war.
Though the flag of our nation won't fly at half
mast, to his name they will add a gold star.

Yes, somebody killed a policeman today, in your town or mine.
While we slept in comfort behind our locked doors, a cop put his life on the line.

Now his ghost walks a beat on a dark city street, and he stands at each new rookie's side.
He answered the call, of himself gave his all, And A Part Of America Died.


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Standing In The Line Of Duty

by Mike Birkes


You try to do what you know is right,
Protect and serve; fight the good fight.
Duty calls when you get the call.
For what you do, we thank you all.
We thank you all for the risks you take,
Becoming targets daily, for our sake.
We thank you all for watching as we sleep,
For waking every day, your watch to keep.

Standing proud in the line of duty,
Courage calls the brave to arms.
You wear the badge that marks your heart.
Standing in the line of fire for the call of duty.

You have our thanks, though silent we may be.
It takes some time for the secure to see.
Your presence makes us feel safe to walk the street,
Without fearing the people that we may meet.
For that we are forever in your debt;
You, our protectors, though we may never have met.
We thank you all for what you do,
And know that we have pride and respect for you.
We thank you all for watching as we sleep,
For waking every day, your watch to keep.

Standing proud in the line of duty,
Courage calls the brave to arms.
You wear the badge that marks your heart.
Standing in the line of fire for the call of duty.

January 30, 1998
(Written in the memory of Officer Colleen Waibel, Portland Police Department, killed in the line of duty, 1-27-1998)

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Policeman's Prayer


Walk with him tonight
Dear Lord
Along each darkened street
Walk with him tonight
Dear lord
Along his lonely beat
Keep him happy through the night
And please make sure he's warm
And guide him to a sheltering door
In case there comes a time a storm
And let him know
Though he's not here
My prayers are free from fright
Because, Dear Lord ,
I, know so well
You're on his beat tonight

author unknown

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What Are Policeman Made Of

A POLICEMAN IS A COMPOSITION OF WHAT ALL MEN ARE,

A MINGLING OF SAINT AND
SINNER, DUST AND DEITY.
LESS THAN ONE-HALF OF 1 PERCENT OF POLICEMEN MISFIT THE UNIFORM.
HE, OF ALL MEN, IS AT ONCE THE MOST WANTED AND THE MOST UNWANTED.
HE MUST BE SUCH A DIPLOMAT THAT HE CAN SETTLE DIFFERENCES SO THAT EACH WILL THINK HE WON.
BUT IF A POLICEMAN IS PLEASANT, HE'S A FLIRT; IF HE'S NOT, HE'S A GROUCH.
HE MUST BE ABLE TO START BREATHING, STOP BLEEDING, TIE SPLINTS, AND ABOVE ALL,

BE SURE THE VICTIM GOES HOME WITHOUT A LIMP - OR EXPECT TO BE SUED.
HE MUST KNOW EVERY GUN, DRAW ON THE RUN, AND HIT WHERE IT DOESN'T HURT.
HE MUST BE ABLE TO WHIP TWO MEN TWICE HIS SIZE AND HALF HIS AGE WITHOUT
DAMAGING HIS UNIFORM AND WITHOUT BEING "BRUTAL."
IF YOU HIT HIM, HE'S A COWARD, IF HE HITS YOU, HE'S A BULLY.
HE MUST KNOW WHERE ALL THE SIN IS AND NOT PARTAKE.
THE POLICEMAN MUST BE A MINISTER, A SOCIAL WORKER, A DIPLOMAT, A TOUGH GUY,
AND A GENTLEMAN.
AND OF COURSE, HE'LL HAVE TO BE A GENIUS - FOR HE'LL HAVE
TO FEED AND CLOTHE A FAMILY ON A POLICEMAN'S SALARY.

WRITTEN BY PAUL HARVEY

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All My Life

 

All my life, I wanted to be.....
A person who makes a difference.
I dedicated my entire being,
to be the absolute best , at what I do.

Day after day, I see death, I see life..
In its truest form, reality......its brutal.
Mid shift, I'm alone, my mind wonders,
So many memories flipping the pages,
hard to let go the visions..

To think, the little amount I am paid,
but that doesn't matter, I can make a difference.
For you... your children..... me ....my children.

Thugs come and go, oh not another domestic.
A bruised face, a crying child, a gangster dead in the gutter..
Another report, under the microscope, its not written.. it wasn't done...

A fellow officer...losing their life,
How many times, must we die,,,
All in the name of humanity...
One life is given, so that many may live...
Doesn't seem fair....

Sun chases the night away, tour of duty finished,
There's my love, waiting by the door,
Kissing me, I love you, off to work I must go...
Children following, smiling as the door closes....

All my life, I wanted to make a difference...
To be an Officer in Law Enforcement...
Finding out, its a faith, not a job......
Can't leave it at the office....
Forever imprinted, in my heart and mind....

In my life, I have made a difference.....


Written by:
Copper Lace 11/30/98

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The Lousy Cop


Well, Mr. Citizen, I guess you've got me figured out. I seem to fit neatly
into the category you placed me in. I'm stereotyped, characterized,
standardized, classified, grouped and always typical. I'm the Lousy Cop.

Unfortunately, the reverse isn't true. I can never figure you out. From
birth you teach your children that I'm a bogeyman and they are shocked when
they learn and identify me with my traditional enemy, the criminal.

You raise cain about the guy who cuts you off in traffic, but let me catch
you doing the same thing and it's picking on you. You know all the traffic
laws, but you never got the single ticket you deserved.

You accuse me of coddling juveniles, until I catch your kid doing
something. Then it's "badge happy."
You take an hour for lunch and several coffee breaks each day but point me
out as a loafer if you see me having just one cup.

You pride yourself on your polished manners but think nothing of
interrupting my meal at noon with your troubles.
You shout "foul" if you observe me driving en route to an emergency call,
but literally raise hell if I take more than 10 seconds responding to your
call.

You're a witty conversationalist, but you bore me stiff at social
gatherings with your vast knowledge of law enforcement.
You call it "Part of My Job" if someone strikes me, but it's Police
Brutality if I strike back.

You wouldn't think of telling your dentist how to pull a decayed tooth, or
your doctor how to take out your appendix, but you are always willing to
give me a few pointers on law enforcement.

You talk to me in a manner, and use language that would assure a bloody
nose from anybody else, but you expect me to stand and take it without
batting an eye.

You cry "Something has to be done about all this crime," but, of course you
can't be bothered with getting involved.
And what about the guy that works all night making sure you didn't forget
to lock up your business or home when you left on vacation?

You've got no use for me at all, but of course, it's okay if I change a tire
for your wife, or deliver your child in the back seat of my patrol car on
the way to the hospital, save your son's life with mouth-to-mouth
resuscitation, or maybe work many hours overtime to find your lost daughter.

So, Mr. Citizen, you stand there on your soap box, and rant and rave about
the way I do my job, calling me every name in the book, but never stop for a
minute to think that your property, your family or maybe your life might
depend on one thing, ME or one of my buddies.

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Just A Cop


The funeral line was long. There are an awful lot of cars,

folks came out of the restaurants, out of the bars.

The workers at the construction site all let their hammers drop.

Someone asked. "What is this all for?" And they said, "Aw, just a cop."

Some chuckled at the passing cars. Some shed a silent tear Some people said,

"It's stupid," "all these dumb policemen here." "How come they are not out fighting crime?"

"Or in a doughnut shop?" Sure is a lot of trouble, for someone who's just a cop!

They blocked the intersections, they blocked the interstate. People yelled and cursed!!

"Damn, it's gonna make me late!" "This is really ridiculous "They're makin' us all stop!"

 "It seems they are sure wastin' time on someone who's just a cop!!..

Into the cemetery now, the slow procession comes. The woeful Taps are slowly played.

There's loud salutes from guns. The graveyard workers shake their heads

"This service is a flop." "There's lots of good words wasted, on someone who's just a cop!"

Yeah, just a cop to most folks. Did his duty every day,

trying to protect us, Till they took his life away.

And when he got to heaven, St. Peter put him at the top.

An angel asked him, "Who was that?" And he said, "Aw, just a cop."

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The Judgment


The officer stood and faced his God. Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shinning, just as brightly as his brass.

"Step forward now, Officer, how shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek? To my church have you been true?"

The officer squared his shoulder and said, "No, Lord, I guess I ain't,
because all of us who carry badges can't always be a saint.

I've had to work most Sundays, and at times my talk was rough,
and sometimes I've been violent because the streets are tough.

But I never took a penny that wasn't mine to keep.
Though I worked a lot of overtime, when the bills got too steep.

And I never passed a cry for help, though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God forgive me, I've wept an unmanly tear.

I know I don't deserve a place among the people here.
They never wanted me around except to calm their fear.

If you've a place for me here, Lord, it needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much, but if you don't...I'll understand!

There was silence all around the throne where the saints often trod.
As the officer waited quietly for the judgment of his GOD

"Step forward now, Officer. You've borne your burdens well.
Come walk a beat on heaven's streets, You've done your time in hell"


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The Soldier


"It is the soldier, not the reporter,
who has given us freedom of the press.

It is the soldier, not the poet,
who has given us freedom of speech.

It is the soldier, not the campus organizer,
who has given us the freedom to demonstrate.

It is the soldier, not the lawyer,
who has given us the right to a fair trial.

It is the soldier, who salutes the flag, who
serves under the flag, and whose coffin is
draped by the flag, who allows the
protester to burn the flag."

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Correctional Officer's Creed


 
To speak sparingly ... to act not to argue ... to be in authority
through personal presence ... to correct without nagging ... to
speak with the calm voice of certainty ... to see everything, know
what is significant and what not to notice ... to be neither
insensitive to distress nor so distracted by pity as to miss what
 must elsewhere be seen...

To do neither that which is unkind nor self-indulgent in its
misplaced charity ... never to obey the impulse or to tongue lash
that silent insolence which in times past could receive the lash
to be both firm and fair ... to know I cannot be fair simply
by being firm, nor firm simply by being fair...


To support the reputations of associates and confront them without
anger, should they stand short of professional conduct ... to
reach for knowledge of the continuing mysteries of human
motivation ... to think; always to think ... to be dependable ...
to be dependable first to my charges and associates, and
thereafter to my duty as employee and citizen ... to keep fit ...
to keep forever alert ... to listen to what is meant as well as
what is said with words and with silences...


To expect respect from my charges and my superiors yet never to
abuse the one for abuses from the other ... for eight hours each
working day to be an example of the person I could be at all times
to acquiesce in no dishonest act ... to cultivate patience
under boredom and calm during contusion ... to understand the why
of every order I take or give...


To hold freedom among the highest values though I deny it to those
I guard ... to deny it with dignity in my example they find not
reason to lose their dignity ... to be prompt ... to be honest
with all who practice deceit that they not find in me excuse for
themselves ... to privately face down my fear that I not signal it
to privately cool my anger that I not displace it on others
to hold in confidence what I see and hear which by the telling
could harm or humiliate to no good purpose ... to keep my outside
problems outside ... to leave inside that which should stay inside
to do my duty.

Bob Barrington

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Do You Know

Do you really know what we do?
Keeping peace and sanity just for you.
We go to work and try to keep our minds clear,
Knowing the dangers, yet we show no fear.
You say we look angry and sad all the time,
It's because of the horrible things that play in our minds.
Do you know what it is like every time we close our eyes?
To relive the death and frantic cries?
If only you knew the stress we carry around,
You would continually praise us rather than run us in the ground.
Do you know what it is like to watch a person die?
Or console a battered woman and tell a child not to cry?
You cast your problems on us day in and day out,
We try to help you and show you the right route.
Do you know what we would like to hear?
"I want to congratulate you on your courage and what you see every day".

Written by a 23 year old police officer with the Tiltonsville Police Department in Ohio.

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Take This Badge

Take this badge I don't want it back,
I would rather dig a ditch and break my back.
Then go home and try to put it behind,
The terrible things that constantly run in my mind,
If one minute sooner I could have arrived,
I could have prevented it and he would still be alive.
I wanted to help and make difference you could see,
But it seems now the only person needing help is me.
Where is my help, where do I turn,
In this job there is one thng you learn.
You're here to help others and nothing more,
You must always keep your problems behind closed doors.
Your expected to be strong and never show any fear,
To see horrible things and never shed a tear.
Someone has to do it, I thought it could be me,
But now I am scared of everything I come to see.
So, take this badge I don't want it back.
Because when I wear it, a normal life is what I lack.


Written by the same author of the poem above this one.

Who also happens to be getting a promotion to Sgt. the second week of September 2000.

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Want To Tell You Lies


(c) Kalvere. All Rights reserved

I want to tell that little boy his Mom will be just fine
I want to tell that dad we got his daughter out in time
I want to tell that wife her husband will be home tonight
I don't want to tell it like it is.....

I want to tell them lies.

You didn't put their seat belts on, you feel you killed your kids
I want to say you didn't ... but in a way, you did.
You pound your fists into my chest, you're hurting so inside
I want to say you'll be ok......

I want to tell you lies.

You left chemicals within his reach and now it's in his eyes
I want to say your son will see, not tell you he'll be blind.
You ask me if he'll be OK, with pleading in your eyes
I want to say that yes he will.....

I want to tell you lies.

I can see you're crying as your life goes up in smoke.
If you'd maintained that smoke alarm, your children may have woke.
Don't grab my arm and ask me if your family is alive.
Don't make me tell you they're all dead........

I want to tell you lies.

I want to say she'll be ok, you didn't take her life
I hear you say you love her and you'd never hurt your wife.
You thought you didn't drink too much, you thought that you could drive.
I don't want to say how wrong you were......

I want to tell you lies.

You only left her for a moment, it happens all the time.
How could she have fallen when you thought she couldn't climb.
I want to say her neck's not broke, that she will be just fine.
I don't want to say she's paralyzed........

I want to tell you lies.

I want to tell this teen his buddies didn't die in vain
Because he thought it would be cool to try and beat that train.
I don't want to tell him this will haunt him all his life
I want to say that he'll forget........

I want to tell him lies.

You left the cabinet open and your daughter found the gun.
Now you want me to undo the damage that's been done.
You tell me she's your only child, you say she's only five.
I don't want to say she won't see six..........

I want to tell you lies.

He fell into the pool when you went to grab the phone.
It was only for a second that you left him there alone.
If you'd let the damn phone ring perhaps your boy would be alive.
But I don't want to tell you that.........

I want to tell you lies.

The fact that you were speeding caused that car to overturn
and we couldn't get them out of there before the whole thing burned.
Did they suffer? Yes, they suffered, they were slowly burned alive
But I don't want to say those words........

I want to tell you lies.

But I have to tell it like it is, until my shift is through
And then the real lies begin, when I come home to you.
You ask me how my day was, and I say it was just fine
I hope you understand, sometimes............

I have to tell you lies.

Dedicated to all the Police Officers, Firefighters, EMT's, Paramedics,

Emergency Flight Crews and all Civil Servants who deal with the tragedies of life and death.

The saddest of all, being those that could have been prevented.
~ Kal The Rebel ~


Dedicated to all the Police Officers, Firefighters, EMTs, Paramedics, Emergency Flight Crews and all civil servants who deal with the tragedies of life and death. The saddest of all, being those that involve children, and could have been prevented. Wear your seat belts... Keep poisons, flammables, fireworks, etc. out of reach of children...Keep your smoke alarm in operating order, if you don't have one, get one...never, ever drive if you've been drinking ... never leave your toddler unattended...teens, be responsible drivers, obey all traffic lights, posted limits, warnings and signals at RR crossings ... keep your guns locked out of reach, buy a trigger guard.... Protect our children, they are our future... Am I preaching? Am I nagging? I guess I am just telling it like it is.... Or I could just tell you lies.

~ Kalvere
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(c) Copyrighted to Kalvere. Please do not reproduce without author's permission.

Kalvere is from Minnesota, and would welcome any comments at the following email address: 
Kal The Rebel @ aol.com 

Used with permission. If you see this poem anywhere without the author's name and copyright information,

it is being used without the author's knowledge or consent.

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2000, Gone But Not Forgotten

It is the dawn of a new day,
Which begins a brand new year,
Let us not forget about those we lost,
Who died fighting what most fear.

149 Police Officers,
In the year 2000 lost their lives,
In their wake there are grieving children,
Widowed husbands and widowed wives.

72 died feloniously,
At the hands of evil men,
77 died in accidents,
As they were preparing to defend...

The liberties of the rest of us,
As we seek to be all we can be,
I am humbly reminded,
That freedom is not free.

It is my hope that the year 2001 will be,
A year of fewer Line of Duty deaths,
A year the wind of freedom that we breathe,
Is not the year of an officer's last breath.
Darin L Paul
Copyright ©2001 Darin Paul

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Prayer For Police


DEAR LORD,

GRANT ME THE COURAGE AND SPEED TO HELP THOSE IN NEED
THE INSIGHT TO SEE RIGHT FROM WRONG

THE PATIENCE AND WISDOM TO TAKE A DEEP BREATH
AND FOCUS WHEN SHORT NIGHTS GROW LONG

EMPATHY AND CARING IN LIEU OF A CHARGE
WHEN I KNOW I'VE WALKED IN THEIR SHOES

BUT SHOULD THEY TURN FROM FRIEND INTO FOE
THE STRENGTH TO ENSURE I DON'T LOOSE

INTEGRITY,
HONESTY, TENACITY
I PRAY YOU'LL HELP ME PROJECT

AT THE END OF MY SHIFT TAKE ME HOME, O LORD
TO THE FAMILY I'VE SWORN TO PROTECT 

Written by a Constable with the Ottawa PD

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The Color Blue


I REMEMBER FLASHES OF A MAN I BARELY KNEW
THEY SAY HE FOUGHT FOR WHAT WAS RIGHT AND WORE THE COLOR BLUE

I REMEMBER SILVER IN A SHAPE UPON HIS CHEST
LOTS OF THINGS AROUND HIS WAIST, A STRONG AND STURDY VEST

I REMEMBER KISSING HIM AS HE PUT ME TO BED
"I'M OFF TO CATCH THE BAD GUYS NOW" IS WHAT HE ALWAYS SAID

AND I REMEMBER WAITING AND WATCHING OUT THE DOOR
FOR HIM TO COME AND HUG ME AS HE'D ALWAYS DONE BEFORE

I'M STARTING TO FORGET NOW EXACTLY WHAT THEY SAID
THEY WERE HOLDING DADDY'S HAT; THEY WERE BOWING BOTH THEIR HEADS

HE SAVED ANOTHER'S LIFE THEY SAID AS MOMMY STOOD AND WEPT
HE DIED FOR WHAT WAS RIGHT THEY SAID AND THEN THEY TURNED AND LEFT

MOMMY TOLD ME LATER OF THE COURAGE THAT HE HAD
HE GAVE HIMSELF FOR OTHERS AS HE SIFTED GOOD FROM BAD

HE WANTED YOU TO UNDERSTAND HE WORE THE COLOR BLUE
TO MAKE THE WORLD A BETTER PLACE ESPECIALLY FOR YOU

NOW I'M LEFT WITH FLASHES OF A MAN I BARELY KNEW
I CALLED THIS MAN MY FATHER AND HE WORE THE COLOR BLUE.


Written by a Constable with the Ottawa PD

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The Duty

 

In the simple performance of duty,
he pinned on a badge,
checked his gear with a practiced eye,
and kissed his loved ones good-bye.

In the simple performance of duty,
he reported for work,
joked with his buddies at roll call,
and made his last trip do
wn the squad
room hall.

In the simple performance of duty,
he headed for his beat,
doing his job protecting his home from crime,
he stopped cars, and checked buildings for the last time.

In the simple performance of duty,
he answered the call,
to help the helpless, to find the lost,
no matter the danger or how great the cost.

In the simple performance of duty,
he lay down his life,
for those in peril he tried to save,
our brave friend went to his grave.

In the simple performance of duty,
we honor his deed,
as we carry him to rest in a flag draped casket,
long after the world has forgotten, we shall never forget.

Never judge or regret,
what he did,
in the simple performance of duty.

by Sgt. Oscar R. Thomasson II
Sedgwick County Sheriff's Department Kansas

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A Police Officer's Wife

 

A special kind of woman: a cut above the rest,
That's A Police Officer's Wife, rating her best.
How many good byes are whispered, joined with a fond embrace?
As duty steals her man, for the danger he must face.
How often have meals been ruined - or tender moments disturbed,
by a call for special duty, sparking loyalty unswerved?
It's a devil of a job, for an angel like this,
Who......for the love of her man, must forsake that kiss,
She can run a garden tractor; even paint a room in need,
How she can stretch a dollar is a miracle indeed.
She's mother, lover, chauffeur and nurse,
A living symbol of: "for better or for worse."
Rich is the man, reaping his rewards in life,
Who chose to be the other half of "A Police Officer's Wife"    

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  Thoughts Of A Trooper

 

Sometimes I wonder why I do this job ...

why it's so important to me, to try to make a difference. 

 To make a difference in one life or many, it doesn't
matter. As long as I can make a difference. 
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