I know there were many good policemen who died doing their duty. Some of the cops were even friends of ours. But a cop can go both ways.
quote by Martin Scorsese
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Such Good Friends
Such Good Friends
they were friends
good friends
they became old
they were still friends
still good friends
their wives died
their children went away
their cats became senile
just two old men
just two friends
just two good friends
one evening
as the sun was going down
they made a vow
that they would come
to each other's funeral
one day
one died
and both went to each other's funeral
they were still friends
they were still good friends
poem by Suchoon Mo_
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My friends and I make short films. We pretended to rob the Dairy Queen where our friend worked, but someone thought we were real thieves and called the cops! Soon, the cops burst in with guns drawn!
quote by Josh Hartnett
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For Fathers On Father's Day
Seeing as Father's Day is drawing near
Prepare good fathers for the high chairs
Where to receive some genuine cheers
For how much they've truly cared
And for the time that they've shared
Doing the duties of sensitive fathers
Not like those men who are careless
Living their lives tough and heartless
Standing together let's not be scared
Of saying what should've been declared
Truth is there are some who are called fathers
Although they aren't doing the duty of fathers
Even though by name they are known to be
So far their fatherly duty is still yet to be seen
Father, if yesterday you were going your own ways
But today you become a father change your ways
Prepare to start taking on the duty of a father
Be aware this could mean it's time to work harder
With the woman whose child you are the father
Given that God has been the very first father
He has exemplified us of how to take care
In every way that we should live and share
Similar to how He does it for all
Even as ‘He maketh His sun to rise
On the evil and on the good,
And sendeth the rain on the just
And on the unjust (Matt5: 45) '
I will say three cheers due
Unto all the caring fathers
Though I wish every father
Good, bad or unlikable
Happy Father's Day!
All right reserved
poem by Clarence Prince
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Mother Monster(2) (Killed Own Son)
There was a news about a single Mum,
who killed her own 3-year-old son,
by blocking his mouth and nose while he slept,
nipping the bud until his death.
She then buried him in a mound of sand.
2 days later he was found out and informed to policemen.
The mum was caught
by the cops.
She confessed she was driven out
from the house,
by her son's grandmother,
for her negligence and being irresponsible.
She then moved out to a public park
saying that she didn't want her son grow in a house without love,
and thus she killed her kid.
Her excuse was a bull-shit.
She herself didn't have 'love ' a bit.
With anger the neigborhood's blood boiled,
because her son was a smart good boy.
My School Days
Now-a-days where is that cheer,
unless i call up friends to have a beer,
Just like mist gone we are apart in many ways,
But where are my School days.
Now-a-days where is that enthusiasm,
for i bump into people with only sarcasm,
we sail world over on a ship,
unsuccessful even to strike a good friendship,
We have indeed drifted in many ways,
But where are my School days.
Now-a-days where is that laughter,
I hear just laughs to flatter,
true friends were those who where just there,
to say 'Hey we really care'
Scattered are we in many ways,
But where are my School days.
We are born with faces,
and now with a 'book',
we are now connected in many ways,
Where i come to cherish my School days.
poem by Deepak Calyampoondi
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Good man / bad man
Good man died once
Bad man died and killed
So many times
Before finally died.
Good man died in peace
Bad man died in pain.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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In the time we have it is surely our duty to do all the good we can to all the people we can in all the ways we can.
quote by William Barclay
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December
It’s with trepidation and mixed emotions that I arrive here.
It’s a month of giving, but means loss of another year.
Another year that has expired as I celebrate the holidays.
I cherish society’s true gifts and lament its hollow ways.
Its true gifts are the freedoms for which so many have died.
Hollow ways are by a few who have cheated and lied.
Best of all are the gifts of being with dear family and friends,
Good wishes, hugs and kisses with the love that this sends.
I’ll cleanse my mind so that the only things I’ll remember
Are future positives nurtured by this joyous December.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Cops And Donuts
When I was on the freeway, doing 70 all drunk
A copper pulled me over, and I thought that I was sunk
He came up to my car, I thought up a little trick
I took a donut, jelly filled, and put it on a stick
He came up to my window, and shouted to get out
So I quickly took the donut and I shoved it in his mouth
So I drove away, he shouted for some more
So I threw it out the window and he ate it off the floor
Cops and donuts
Cops love donuts
Cops love donuts
Cops and donuts
song performed by by NOFX
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Unyielding heart
Since he died,
her days are full.
Life goes quickly
and so it should
Since he died she toils,
works longer hours
has more hobbies
and new friends.
Since he died
her throat is tight
she hardly sleeps
the gap is wide.
Since he died
she reminisces,
recalls his kisses,
those warm full lips.
Since he died
her heart still beats
it will not stop ___
It defies her.
poem by Ruth Walters
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An Apt Pupil
Knockin' about (said Benny, the Tough)
By the Rocks an' Woolloomooloo,
Oh, I was a low-brow, right enough,
And a bit of a bounder, too.
Kickin' about with me larrikin band,
I was always gittin' in bad;
Till the kindly cops took me in hand,
An', lissen, I've been glad.
I was a tough when life begun,
An' me ideels was not high
Doin' the things that 'are not done,'
Disgracin' me old school tie.
Me feet was set on the downward road,
A crook I was, an' a cad,
Till the genteel cops taught me a Code
An', lissen, I was glad.
Doin' sich things as I never had ort,
Soilin' the family name,
With never a notion of good, clean sport
Or the pride of playin' the game.
The dirtiest fighter in all the Rocks,
That's the sort of name I had,
Till the manly cops taught me to box;
An', lissen, I was glad.
Playin' the game with a good straight bat,
Scornin' the bottle an' boot;
Turnin' meself from a wharfside rat
To a reel nice-livin' coot.
Learnin' to battle without 'arf-bricks
Or with pickets, as once I had
For the good cops taught me their rastlin' tricks
An', lissen, I was glad.
But flesh is weak; an' I fell from grace,
An' I goes an' I drifts right back,
An' burgled a bit of a jeweller's place;
An' a cop gets on me track,
But I meets his rush with a good straight right,
An' I reckon he got reel mad
To think that the cops taught me to fight.
But, lissen, I was glad.
Then a crowd of his pals come off their beats;
But I takes to me heels an' clears,
An' I leads 'em a marathon thro' the streets
While they lumbers and puffs in the rear.
Then I loses 'em all when I'd had me fun,
An' I sprints like a race-course prad.
For me cobbers the cops taught me to run,
An', lissen, was I glad?
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Lost Love
She was in and out of jail,
She had no friends,
She had no job.Her parents didn't car,
So she did what she thought was best,
She took her life,
On August 10th she was dead.
That was her birthday,
When her cousin Amy came over AT 7: 54 pm,
She was dead,
She died 15 minutes before Amy got there,
When Amy came in she was petrified at what she saw,
She saw her cousin lying in a pool of blood,
Amy immediately called the cops,
Any told the press she never fitted in,
She told them she want welcome,
Who is she you ask,
She is the lonely girl who everyone thought was okay.
poem by Shannon Welch
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Just Friends
John klenner / samuel m. lewis
Just friends
Lovers no more
Just friends
But not like before
To think of what weve been
And not to kiss again
Seems like pretending
It isnt the ending
Two friends
Drifting apart
Two friends
But one broken heart
We loved we laughed we cried
Then suddenly love died
The story ends
And were
Just friends
We loved we laughed and we cried
Then suddenly love died
The story ends
And were
Just friends
song performed by by Billie Holiday
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Good Friends Are For Keeps
Hey now dont let your empty room ever get you down
You can fill the silence with a smile
And dont let the crowds on the street
Make you feel like you are just a stranger in town
If you feel happy,
Or if you wanna weep,
Or you wanna warm word before you sleep
Remember,
Good friends are forever
Good friends are forever
Good friends are for keeps
Good friends are forever
Good friends are forever
Good friends are for keeps
song performed by by Carpenters
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Good Friends in Life...
’Tis nice to have good friends in life;
They share your emotions of yours;
They help to balance joy and strife;
They are your loving choice!
’Tis nice to have someone to greet,
And talk to you in pleasant ways;
Someone who offers you a seat,
When you’re tired in case!
’Tis nice to have a soul to share
Your feelings of sorrow and joys;
Someone who shows you, he does care,
When you have choked a voice!
’Tis nice to have a guy who jokes,
A gal who argues for your sake;
A someone, who can surely coax,
But who is ne’er a fake!
’Tis nice to have a heart of love,
Who thinks of you, more than you do;
A hand that pats you truly, ‘Wow! ’
And sometimes at you ‘boo! ’
’Tis nice to have someone to hear
Your stories and your pranks and bear;
A someone who is far, yet near,
Pays for you, your bus-fare!
’Tis nice to have someone to smile,
And make you laugh, despite your tears;
Someone quite strong and yet docile,
Who takes away your fears!
Good friends can make your life wholesome,
Bestow the verve and zeal you need;
Good friends are souls always welcome,
And guide you well indeed!
Good friends are friends for life although,
Life takes them through its maze of own;
Good friends have comforting words, oh,
You feel you’re never alone!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 6-8-2008
poem by John Celes
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When Good People Become Friends
When Good People Become Friends
Things work better.
Things work together
Things work out.
When Good People Become Friends
Listening become hearing
seeing become insight
Attention becomes nurture.
When Good People Become Friends
Generosity becomes sharing
Sacrifices become pleasures
Rightful obedience becomes an uncommon delight.
When Good People Become Friends
Joys become happiness
Comfort becomes peace
Needs become an abundance.
When Good people Become Friends
Acquaintances become friendships
Concern becomes caring
Likenesses become divine love.
When Good People Become Friends
Traveling becomes a journey
Endeavors come into fruition
Living becomes Life.
When Good People Become Friends
Gifts become blessings
Blessings become anointings
Anointings become endowments.
When Good People Become Friends
Love becomes power
Weaknesses become strength
And death, Death becomes a new birth.
When Good People Become Friends.
poem by Cecelia Weir
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Killers
the group of boys in the computer room
have just finished their game and are
talking about who could kill more cops
in the next round of their noon fun
for hours the boys had sat in front of
a computer - well they meet up each noon
after school to have their killing expedition -
shooting like rambos at renegades hiding
between doors, darkeneed rooms, or sprinting
down stairs as they return equally lethal rounds of firearms
for hours the boys laugh, scream at the top of
their voice, squel, even bang tables when they lose out
to a friend as his points inch up with each fire he executes
that tears into the back of his targets
the amplified sounds of every action
from the stereo makes their heart racy;
they feel they are right at the scene of every killing
they are the real proud killers
in the streets too some policemen
who have just started their work are uneasy
with the news of another serial killer, and a gang of
robbers who have been terrorising everyone from
jewellers to bankers to the society's high flyers
cityfolks are even finding their own homes insecure
'if we can just round them up and hang them? '
one of the policemen lights his cigarette, puffs,
sighs and laughs to his gun toting colleagues
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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I Have Friends Who Can No Longer Walk
I have friends who can no longer walk
And a friend who can no longer listen to music
And friends who cannot leave the house
And two friends who will never leave the hospice
And friends no drug can completely take the pain from -
It is not good to see one's friends grow old
And become so much less than they were-
It is not good to see one's friends grow old and suffer
And be unable to help them in any real way
It is not good to be old
And see what happens to the people one knows
And wait for the inevitable to happen to oneself-
It is not good to be unable to help in any real way
The friends one cares for.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Good Love
Everytime I get to see you
I get this feelin
Its so fuzzy inside
And as soon as I walk away from you
Im still tasting your kiss
Saving it in my mind
Its not everyday I find
A guy that makes me smile all the time
Not the way that you do
All the guys I thought I used to love
Compared to you they dont match up
They got nothing on you
I think I found a good good good love
The kind that will put it on you
The kind that you wanna hold on to
I think I found a good good good love
We can be lovers and friends too
And theyll do anything for you
A good love
Baby you got somethin special
That has me thinking of settling down
Youre the one my mama told me
Would sooner or later one day finally come around
I think I found a good good good love
The kind that will put it on you
The kind that you wanna hold on to
I think I found a good good good love
We can be lovers and friends too
And theyll do anything for you
A good love
I think I found a good good good love
The kind that will put it on you
The kind that you wanna hold on to
I think I found a good good good love
We can be lovers and friends too
And theyll do anything for you
A good love
You bring me joy
And you bring me much pleasure
I could never see myself leaving you ever
Your soft touch is good and it cant get no better
You have got my mind so caught up
Im drunk off of your good love
I think I found a good good good love
The kind that will put it on you
The kind that you wanna hold on to
I think I found a good good good love
We can be lovers and friends too
And theyll do anything for you
A good love
I think I found a good good good love
The kind that will put it on you
The kind that you wanna hold on to
I think I found a good good good love
We can be lovers and friends too
And theyll do anything for you
A good love
I think I found a good good good love
The kind that will put it on you
The kind that you wanna hold on to
I think I found a good good good love
We can be lovers and friends too
And theyll do anything for you
A good love
I think I found a good good good love
The kind that will put it on you
The kind that you wanna hold on to
I think I found a good good good love
We can be lovers and friends too
And theyll do anything for you
A good love
I think I found a good good good love
The kind that will put it on you
The kind that you wanna hold on to
I think I found a good good good love
We can be lovers and friends too
And theyll do anything for you
A good love
song performed by by TLC
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It seemed to me... that the only valid people to deal with crime were cops, and I would like to make the lead character, rather than a single person, a squad of cops.
quote by Evan Hunter
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