I practised in London for Olympic Heats?
A beggar like old man once read my palm in a city Railway station and he predicted: You'll be a Pilot or a constant runner in your whole life.
Yes, It's getting closer the date,27th of July.
And I practised outside the Olympic stadium
on a lonely street for the 800 meters Relay?
Suddenly I was caught by a police officer
and he questioned me of my valid papers.
Then I said; 'Don't worry Sir!
I am one of your colonial cousins
and I never forget the hospitality.
I have participated the Royal Wedding
and the Queen's Diamond Jubilee
with my old Gabardine suit.
Don't you remember once you arrested me
under suspicion of stealing the Big Ben? '
They handcuffed me and I was awake
to the jerk & batton beating in the police car.
I asked my wife where my running shoes?
'O sorry darling! I left them in the police car.'
She's worried and brought the Sugar-meter
'Don't know whether you're getting the coma again? '
She looked embarassed!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Kid's truth lands pop in soup
It was a bright summer’s day
And a man was driving his car
It seems he was crossing the speed limit
So it’s obvious the police weren’t far
The police chased him all the way
But the man had already reached his house
He admitted himself inside
Looking as terrified as a mouse
He asked his wife to tell
The police that he hadn’t come
And he concealed himself in the bedroom
Feeling depressed, scared and glum
The police arrived and asked the wife where he was
She said he wasn’t there
When her three year old daughter stepped up
With cheeks so chubby and fair
She piped up in her little voice,
“If you want to know just ask me
Daddy’s hiding in the bedroom
Why don’t you go and see? ”
The police caught the man
And asked him, “Well, what do you say,
It seems because of your own daughter
You are in trouble today”
The man just shook his head and said,
“I am to be blamed for this tumult
I always taught my daughter never to lie
And this is the result! ”
The inspiration for this poem came from an anecdote in Reader's Digest
poem by Risha Ahmed
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The Police Officer Arrested Them
Last Night While They Were Strolling On The Park
And This Is The Story:
He Asks For Their Names And They Say They Have None
He Asks From Where They Come From And They Say
They Do Not Really Know
He Asks Them Where They Are Going And They Tell Him
They Are Still Undecided
He Asks Them What Is In Their Bags And They Say They Are Just Nothing
He Asks Them Some More And They Say
They Have Nothing To Say Of Themselves
They Come From Nowhere
And They Are Heading Nowhere
And The Police Handcuffed Them
These Vagrants
These Potential Terrorists Of This Rural Place
Where The People Still Love Peace
And This Afternoon The Police Officer Brings Them All To Me
And He Tells Me About The Whole Story
About His Questions And Their Answers
And I Am Looking At Them And They Look At Me
Straight In My Eyes
With Dignity And Without Shame
With All Pride
That They Are Telling The Truth, The Whole Truth And Nothing But The Truth
That This One Whose Age Is 16 And This Other One Whose Age Is 18
Are Simply Talking About
Themselves And About Us
And About The Policeman Himself
And Surely, I Agree
We Have No Names, We Do Not Know Where We Come From And We Do Not
Really Know Where We Are Going
We Are All Like That, In The Strictest Sense Of The Word, Except
For Our Little Pretensions
And So I Ordered The Policeman To Release Them All
And Let Them Be Themselves
And Let Them Go In Peace And Finish Their Journey With All Ease
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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One Is 16 And The Other 18
the police officer arrested them
last night while they were strolling on the park
and this is the story:
he asks for their names and they say they have none
he asks from where they come from and they say
they do not really know
he asks them where they are going and they tell him
they are still undecided
he asks them what is in their bags and they say they are just nothing
he asks them some more and they say
they have nothing to say of themselves
they come from nowhere
and they are heading nowhere
and the police handcuffed them
these vagrants
these potential terrorists of this rural place
where the people still love peace
and this afternoon the police officer brings them all to me
and he tells me about the whole story
about his questions and their answers
and i am looking at them and they look at me
straight in my eyes
with dignity and without shame
with all pride
that they are telling the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth
that this one whose age is 16 and this other one whose age is 18
are simply talking about
themselves
and about us
and about the policeman himself
and surely, i agree
we have no names, we do not know where we come from and we do not
really know where we are going
we are all like that, in the strictest sense of the word, except
for our little pretensions
and so i ordered the policeman to release them all
and let them be
themselves
and let them go in peace and finish their journey with all ease
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Barber Shop
'Buena-Dies and Habla Espanol? ' She greeted me.
'Pokito' I said.
She brought a brochure and asked me to show the style I want.
'A short cut Madam and not to worry as I am not an actor.
If possible cut my neck too.' I said as a joke.
Later on I saw the parking lot through the glass window and some police cars with flickering lights.
'Hey! You are arrested and they offered me the hand-cuffs.'
Definitely she has called nine one one as she was scared of my joke seriously.
On the way to the Police station one of the officers inquired; 'Do you have to tell something.'
'Yes, I realized now this annoying life isn't belongs to me.'
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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My father was a police officer before he retired. One of my brothers is also a police officer, and I think they kind of expected I would do something along those lines, like become a fireman or something.
quote by Ryan Reynolds
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The mugger who is arrested is back on the street before the police officer, but the person mugged may not be back on the street for a long time, if ever.
quote by Mario Cuomo
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Guatemala Unanswered
Where bad men go free as good women die.
Crying for justice that's never answered.
Their families mourn and loved ones will cry,
Waiting for justice that's never answered.
Raped, cut, bitten, tortured until they die,
Praying for police that never answer.
Gangs ruling the streets without a worry
About the police who never answer
For relatives who come, all those who cry,
Seeking, but never finding their answers
From police who shrug, roll their eyes and sigh,
The police who should have all the answers,
But then, it’s not their daughters who have died.
So the courageous police run and hide
Karl Stuart Kline
June 10,2008
poem by Karl Stuart Kline
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That Was Almost
Me now travol trom home
To town me find a lot of pipo running away
Me don know wat has happened
Me suddenly find da police van pull up
Dey say they want to take me
I ask dem wat I have done
Da police laugh and dey hit me in da belly
Me triy to run dey thro me down
One police man shouted he didn't do wrong
Me triy to say dey hit me in da belly
Now wat happened was a night mare
They hit me in da belly
Dey rolling me like a chicken
Dey called me thief
Dey kicked me a lot but me started to cry
Dey laugh and laugh but I stoped to cry
Now what happened was heaven
I got up I hit one in head
And he started to cry
Den suddenly all of dem ran after me
Me started to shake almost urinated
Suddenly dey caught me den me started to sing
Dey laughed dey laugh
Den I started to remove my cloths
Dey now thot I was mad person
Dey quickly got back in the van as they thot dey caught da wrong person
Den me ran home
I told my mom dat was so close
poem by Tanaka Chirombo
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Asking questions is an essential part of police investigation. In the ordinary sense a police officer is free to ask a person for identification without implicating the Fourth Amendment.
quote by Anthony Kennedy
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Not The Perpetrators Of The Crime
I caught a burglar in my home,
He was armed with a knife,
When I asked him why he just replied,
You'd better not give me strife
I told him I would call the police,
If he refused to leave,
He looked at me then laughed and said,
What will that achieve.
He said he'd claim it was all my fault,
For trying to get him nabbed,
Because I'd threatened him with arrest,
That would justify me being stabbed.
At that I drew my firearm,
I warned him I would shoot,
He just stood there laughing,
He didn't give a hoot.
He told me he would have me charged,
If I did him any harm,
He also said he'd sue me,
For causing him alarm.
He pointed out that I was cruel,
For locking all my doors,
He said It was inconsiderate,
As breaking in gave him sores.
Because he was classed as vulnerable,
He said he'd make the claim,
That I was the one harassing him,
He said I'd get the blame.
I told him that I'd had enough,
It was time to call the police,
He laughed and said, go for it,
It's me they will release.
I looked at him and said, you're mad,
He replied, that talk incites,
You've not only hurt my feelings now,
You have breached my human rights.
Just at that the police arrived,
He told them he was shattered,
Then claimed that I'd assaulted him,
I had left him bruised and battered.
He told the police he was on drugs,
A method well tried and tested,
For when he said I'd terrorised him,
It was me that they arrested.
As he walked away after being released,
He said he was full of elation,
I'd be hearing from his solicitor soon,
With a claim for compensation.
He claimed not only would he win,
But I'd be paying the fee,
As he'd never worked a day in his life,
His lawyer was entirely free.
Society is in meltdown now,
The victims are forgotten,
The scum can do whatever they like,
To the core our system's rotten.
When will the do-gooders realise,
Criminals are nothing but slime,
It's the victims that should be protected,
'' Not The Perpetrators of the crime ''
W. M. A.
He won the lottery when he was born
Took his mothers white breast to his tongue
Trained like dogs, color and smell
Walks by me to get to him police man (2x)
He won the lottery by being born
Big hand slapped a white male merican
Do no wrong, so clean cut...
Dirty his hands, it comes right off
Police man (2x)
Police stopped my brother again (3x)
Police man (2x)
Jesus greets me...looks just like me...
Do no wrong, so clean cut
Dirty his hands, it comes right off
Police man (3x)
Police stopped my brother again (3x)
Police man (2x)
Police stopped my brother again (3x)
Police man (3x)
All my pieces set me free...human devices set me free...
All my pieces set me free... (2x) } (2x)
Human devices set me free... (2x) }
song performed by by Pearl Jam
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Society questions the police and their methods, and the police say, Do you want the criminals off the street or not?
quote by Kurt Russell
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What Was He..
A lonely beggar
Wandering along the street
Day and night last month
Stayed under a tree
Looked fearful, unkempt, ugly
A ghostly dark face
All of a sudden
He was missing one morning
Felt something fishy
News came later on
A band of begaars around
Police arrested
poem by Indira Renganathan
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The Young People Upstairs
The young people upstairs love boozing sometimes they party
all night
And they play their loud music until the dawn's light
Brighten the dark streets of the sleepy old town
They live for to party and not for renown
Because of them I have lost many hours sleep
But a grudge for them I have no wish for to keep
All night long they sing as they drink beer and wine
But any loss of brain cells is their loss not mine
Neighbours kept awake by their noise ring the police the police on them call
Though that doesn't seem to worry them at all
The noise starts again when the police have gone
And nothing will stop them of partying on
One can say of them they are their own greatest foes
But having said that such is life one suppose.
poem by Francis Duggan
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There is no requirement that police stop a person who enters a police station and states that he wishes to confess a crime or a person who calls the police to offer a confession because volunteered statements of any kind are not barred by the 5th Amendment.
quote by Earl Warren
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Call The Police
Uh
Betty was worried about the lover that she has married
And she didnt know what to do
Hed been hit by a hammer on the head and he lay dead
An all her worst fears had come true
{chorus}
Call the police
Call the police
Call the police
Call the police
Johnny was a joker and a very heavy smoker
And he never ever broke the law
Thin miss lizzy was a-kept very busy
And sometimes very dizzy, we knew what for
{repeat chorus}
And take em all away
Lock em up
{repeat chorus}
{repeat chorus}
{repeat chorus}
{repeat chorus}
Louie was a loner and a big time al capone-er
Doin all his dipping from the door
He knew a shady dealer who had done a dirty dj,
The sooner he could even the score
{repeat chorus}
And lock em up
Help ya have a birthday, say
Take em all away
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Hell! I am going to take you to the police
1
oh boy! you have done it again
my repeated warning's have all gone in vain
i am sick of you showing me your pain
you will not listen that's for sure
you will keep coming towards me as if i were your's
that's it i have had enough
it's time for me to play it rough
hell it's time for me to take you to the police
as that's the only way for me to get some peace
2
if you put anything about me on the net
it's prision time for you, you bet
have a coffee with you huuh! you must be kidding
what do you think i am your love pudding
get out of my office or i will call security
next time my dear i will show no pity
this time i have let you off
but next time in the celler you will cough
hell! i am going to take you to the police
3
stop stop don't usher me in
going down with you in the same lift will be a sin
get off my case you crazy head
i am not going to jump with you in the bed
have a coffee with you? only after i am dead
leave me alone leave me in peace
otherwise i will take you to the police!
4
stop your antics and stop them now
my warnings have all gone un headed
you have for two years with me pleaded
i will die hungry but will not sleep for a role
if you come close to me next time i will hit you with a pole
hell! i am going to take you to the police
5
i always stop from doing the un-thinkable
may be because deep down i know you are a simple soul
pure of heart just like me
caught up in this world of insanity
but if you keep pestering me i will take you to the police
so go now and leave me in peace
hell i am going to take you to the police! ........................................
poem by Anuj Tikku
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The police are the public and the public are the police; the police being only members of the public who are paid to give full time attention to duties which are incumbent on every citizen in the interests of community welfare and existence.
quote by Robert Peel
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Old Boy Racer (Fun Poem 132)
While driving home one day
my old car blew up on me
and the transmission went kaput.
Upon getting another car,
I chose a smaller one,
the kind boy racers own.
Suddenly I became a speed demon
driving down the motorway doing a ton
with the wind ruffling
through the remaining hair I had.
One day while really pushing it,
blue lights began flashing behind me.
The cops told me to pull over,
which at once I did.
An officer approached my car
with me crammed behind the wheel.
'What speed do you think you were doing? '
'I don't know officer I couldn't see the speedo.'
'I clocked you at doing a 110.'
'Really! ' I said
as he wrote me out a ticket.
'I'd advise you to adjust your seat
so you can see the speedo.'
'Yes officer I will do that.' I replied.
I sat there for a moment;
a smile crept across my face.
My son will no believe it
when I show him the ticket.
He'll probably say
the Police had it wrong,
the ticket was probably for going slow.
I drove off after the Police had gone,
my foot to the floor again.
Back into my boy racer mode,
but in my case now
it was an old boy racer mode.
25-26 April 2012
poem by David Harris
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In the police force, two, three, five traitors are detected who are really working for someone else. When we cleanse the police of them, the problem will be simplified a lot. Terrorists will have no one to contact - they will be left without informers.
quote by Akhmad Kadyrov
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