Thoughts and Prayers

It was great seeing everyone last night, one last time before many move on into new directions. There were a few who did not attend and I missed them. But we have great memories. I love you all. Good luck everyone!

A policeman is a composite of what all men are, a mingling of saint, just and deity. He, of all men, is at the same time the most needed and the most unwanted person. He must be such a diplomat that he can settle differences between individuals so that each will think he won. But if a policeman is friendly, 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 chase down leads to a dead end, stake out ten nights to find one witness who saw it happen, but refuses to remember. He must also be a minister, a social worker, an information center, a tough guy and a gentleman. But let a policeman get into trouble and the cry "crooked cop" is shouted. Then let a policeman risk his life and the same guy will say, "He's just doing his job."

A Poem That Gives You Goose bumps...

A drunk man in an Oldsmobile
they said had run the light
That caused the six-car pileup
On 109 that night.
When broken bodies lay about
"And blood was everywhere,"
"The sirens screamed out eulogies,"
For death was in the air.
"A mother, trapped inside her car,"
Was heard above the noise;
her plaintive plea near split the air:
"Oh, God, please spare my boys!"
She fought to loosen her pinned hands;
"She struggled to get free,"
But mangled metal held her fast
in grim captivity.
Her frightened eyes then focused
"On where the back seat once had been,"
But all she saw was broken glass and
Two children's seats crushed in.
Her twins were nowhere to be seen;
"She did not hear them cry, "
"And then she prayed they'd been thrown free, "
"Oh, God, don't let them die! "
Then firemen came and cut her loose, "
"But when they searched the back, "
"They found therein no little boys, "
But the seat belts were intact.
They thought the woman had gone mad
"And was traveling alone, "
"But when they turned to question her, "
They discovered she was gone.
Policemen saw her running wild
and screaming above the noise
"In beseeching supplication, "
Please help me find my boys!
They're four years old and wear blue shirts;
"Their jeans are blue to match.""
"One cop spoke up, ""They're in my car, "
And they don't have a scratch.
They said their daddy put them there
"And gave them each a cone, "
Then told them both to wait for Mom
to come and take them home.
"I've searched the area high and low, "
But I can't find their dad.
"He must have fled the scene, "
"I guess, and that is very bad."
"The mother hugged the twins and said, "
"While wiping at a tear, "
"He could not flee the scene, you see, "
"For he's been dead a year."
"The cop just looked confused and asked, "
"Now, how can that be true? "
"The boys said, ""Mommy, Daddy came "
"And left a kiss for you."
“He told us not to worry
"And that you would be all right, "
“And then he put us in this car with
"The pretty, flashing light."
"We wanted him to stay with us, "
"Because we miss him so, "
"But Mommy, he just hugged us tight "
And said he had to go.
He said someday we'd understand
"And told us not to fuss, "
"And he said to tell you, Mommy, "
"He's watching over us."
The mother knew without a doubt
"That what they spoke was true, "
"For she recalled their dad's last words,"
"I will watch over you."
The firemen's notes could not explain
"The twisted, mangled car, "
And how the three of them escaped
without a single scar...
"But on the cop's report was scribed, "
"In print so very fine, "
An angel walked the beat tonight on Highway 109.

[quote=Get Real][quote="Just Curious":29yccsc8]

:cop: Hey Mod 360! :cop:

:?: How come things submitted by others are removed and then reposted as your doings. :?:

:!: A PART OF AMERICA DIED was posted by a Brother In Mourning. :!:

:!: I believe JUST A COP was posted by Just A Cop :!:

:!: I think that IF I KNEW was posted by Sad LEO :!:

:?: Can't come up with your own material? :?:

:?: Is this going to be deleted too? :?:

Hey Mod360. You did it again. How come?[/quote:29yccsc8]

If you look at all the posts MOD 360 is doing a great job sticking to the TOPICS. It is not that persons job to come up with material, just to watch the posts.And is what is happening in the Manors, His job will increase with EC'S DIVORCE TRIAL,, the KM situation which will surpise you with the outcome and evidence of her SHAM marriage and the KOJERK situation which is another topic for another day. Hey the "Scott Newton"fraternity WMPD family had a good day today, real good day so more to follow.[/quote:29yccsc8]

My bet is that MOD360 is someone that is no longer employed by WMPD and is actually wearing the color of this font.

[quote=Anonymous][quote=Get Real]

:cop: Hey Mod 360! :cop:

:?: How come things submitted by others are removed and then reposted as your doings. :?:

:!: A PART OF AMERICA DIED was posted by a Brother In Mourning. :!:

:!: I believe JUST A COP was posted by Just A Cop :!:

:!: I think that IF I KNEW was posted by Sad LEO :!:

:?: Can't come up with your own material? :?:

:?: Is this going to be deleted too? :?:

Hey Mod360. You did it again. How come?

If you look at all the posts MOD 360 is doing a great job sticking to the TOPICS. It is not that persons job to come up with material, just to watch the posts.And is what is happening in the Manors, His job will increase with EC'S DIVORCE TRIAL,, the KM situation which will surpise you with the outcome and evidence of her SHAM marriage and the KOJERK situation which is another topic for another day. Hey the "Scott Newton"fraternity WMPD family had a good day today, real good day so more to follow.[/quote:11jovvsq]

My bet is that MOD360 is someone that is no longer employed by WMPD and is actually wearing the color of this font. [/quote:11jovvsq]

My bet is that MOD360 is someone that is no longer employed by WMPD and is actually wearing the color of this font :cop: :cop: :cop:

[quote=Anonymous][quote=Get Real]

:cop: Hey Mod 360! :cop:

:?: How come things submitted by others are removed and then reposted as your doings. :?:

:!: A PART OF AMERICA DIED was posted by a Brother In Mourning. :!:

:!: I believe JUST A COP was posted by Just A Cop :!:

:!: I think that IF I KNEW was posted by Sad LEO :!:

:?: Can't come up with your own material? :?:

:?: Is this going to be deleted too? :?:

Hey Mod360. You did it again. How come?

If you look at all the posts MOD 360 is doing a great job sticking to the TOPICS. It is not that persons job to come up with material, just to watch the posts.And is what is happening in the Manors, His job will increase with EC'S DIVORCE TRIAL,, the KM situation which will surpise you with the outcome and evidence of her SHAM marriage and the KOJERK situation which is another topic for another day. Hey the "Scott Newton"fraternity WMPD family had a good day today, real good day so more to follow.[/quoteubbzeva]

My bet is that MOD360 is someone that is no longer employed by WMPD and is actually wearing the color of this font. [/quoteubbzeva]

wouldn't you like to know? :devil:

[quote=chunky monkey][quote=Anonymous][quote="Get Real":21gs0iue]

:cop: Hey Mod 360! :cop:

:?: How come things submitted by others are removed and then reposted as your doings. :?:

:!: A PART OF AMERICA DIED was posted by a Brother In Mourning. :!:

:!: I believe JUST A COP was posted by Just A Cop :!:

:!: I think that IF I KNEW was posted by Sad LEO :!:

:?: Can't come up with your own material? :?:

:?: Is this going to be deleted too? :?:

Hey Mod360. You did it again. How come?

If you look at all the posts MOD 360 is doing a great job sticking to the TOPICS. It is not that persons job to come up with material, just to watch the posts.And is what is happening in the Manors, His job will increase with EC'S DIVORCE TRIAL,, the KM situation which will surpise you with the outcome and evidence of her SHAM marriage and the KOJERK situation which is another topic for another day. Hey the "Scott Newton"fraternity WMPD family had a good day today, real good day so more to follow.[/quote:21gs0iue]

My bet is that MOD360 is someone that is no longer employed by WMPD and is actually wearing the color of this font. [/quote:21gs0iue]

wouldn't you like to know? :devil:[/quote:21gs0iue]

I think the MOD 360 job is to monitor. What evidence is their that he is coming up with material for the posts. If you think the Scott Newton " fraternity" had a good day prove it. Because if you are in the know, they have not, and will not have. Have you looked at the court records about KM and her sealed southern bell court records. I have copies of the "settlement" which will be another thread. Wow, she is a signal 20. Do you have a copy of KOJERKS military discharge where he was a chaplin having major problems with certain members of his platoon. Do You! And how do you increase your job situation based on your own divorce situation. The more you pound your wife and your daughter in court while you cheat on your spouse for a SECOND time increases your oppurtunity for promotion. What is up with your relationship with your daughter and in laws. I remember you last year talking in the locker room about your in laws as if they were your own family. Tony Alfero is a okay attorney but he has no problem destroying a family to obtain a settlement so if that is your objective you deserve what you get.

The Night Shift

Here I sit, staring ahead, the silence is my friend.
It is my time now, as the populace sleeps,
I listen, watch, and wait for something to attend
But the radio’s quiet save occasional beeps.
So I ease my back, in its armour encased,
And my belt, with equipment so tight.
My partner is writing about the car we just chased,
And I stare at a point in the night

The shadows make shapes of weird designs.
And my mind creates even more.
I hope and I pray I don’t miss the clear signs
Of parasites breaking the law.
We get out and walk, on rubber soled shoes,
With Maglights ready to flash
Our batons to hand, plus CS to choose.
To combat any villains so rash.

Our beat is dead quiet, the night is so clear,
But a noise to our right makes us look,
For the breaking of glass, so loud and yet near
Means someone is up to no good.
We target the spot, and start walking there fast.
As caution is our best friend,
For danger lurks close, like a ghost from the past,
Ready to rip, tear and rend.

A shop is found looted, its wares now bereft,
As the goods from inside are now gone.
Footsteps a-running away to the left -
The suspects are there, the chase is now on.
My partner and I start to run in pursuit,
Of the burglars now just up ahead.
They are afraid and laden with ill-gotten loot,
And wish now that they’d stayed in their beds.

I call in our chase, to the control back at base,
And they send out others to help.
We could see they were tiring and stepped up the pace,
One saw us, and dropped what he had, with a yelp.
As more sirens could be heard, very close by,
I started to sprint, not willing to share
The men, who looked tired as we drew nigh,
So we followed like dogs with our eyes on a hare.

Around that last bend, they were waiting for us,
But we were prepared for this too,
The fight was short, and they started to cuss
As we dealt with them without a to do,
We cuffed and we stuffed them, onto the ground,
And waited for transport to come.
We recovered our breath, and felt pretty good,
Despite that our legs felt all numb.

We returned all the goods, we found on the way,
To the shop from which they were pinched.
The owner was pleased, and at the end of the day,
He asked whether the thieves would be lynched.
We laughed and we joked, and took the men in,
And behind bars they now will certainly be.
For despite the fact that they’re as guilty as sin
They will be fed, clothed and housed now for free.

The Night Shift

Here I sit, staring ahead, the silence is my friend.
It is my time now, as the populace sleeps,
I listen, watch, and wait for something to attend
But the radio’s quiet save occasional beeps.
So I ease my back, in its armour encased,
And my belt, with equipment so tight.
My partner is writing about the car we just chased,
And I stare at a point in the night

The shadows make shapes of weird designs.
And my mind creates even more.
I hope and I pray I don’t miss the clear signs
Of parasites breaking the law.
We get out and walk, on rubber soled shoes,
With Maglights ready to flash
Our batons to hand, plus CS to choose.
To combat any villains so rash.

Our beat is dead quiet, the night is so clear,
But a noise to our right makes us look,
For the breaking of glass, so loud and yet near
Means someone is up to no good.
We target the spot, and start walking there fast.
As caution is our best friend,
For danger lurks close, like a ghost from the past,
Ready to rip, tear and rend.

A shop is found looted, its wares now bereft,
As the goods from inside are now gone.
Footsteps a-running away to the left -
The suspects are there, the chase is now on.
My partner and I start to run in pursuit,
Of the burglars now just up ahead.
They are afraid and laden with ill-gotten loot,
And wish now that they’d stayed in their beds.

I call in our chase, to the control back at base,
And they send out others to help.
We could see they were tiring and stepped up the pace,
One saw us, and dropped what he had, with a yelp.
As more sirens could be heard, very close by,
I started to sprint, not willing to share
The men, who looked tired as we drew nigh,
So we followed like dogs with our eyes on a hare.

Around that last bend, they were waiting for us,
But we were prepared for this too,
The fight was short, and they started to cuss
As we dealt with them without a to do,
We cuffed and we stuffed them, onto the ground,
And waited for transport to come.
We recovered our breath, and felt pretty good,
Despite that our legs felt all numb.

We returned all the goods, we found on the way,
To the shop from which they were pinched.
The owner was pleased, and at the end of the day,
He asked whether the thieves would be lynched.
We laughed and we joked, and took the men in,
And behind bars they now will certainly be.
For despite the fact that they’re as guilty as sin
They will be fed, clothed and housed now for free.

:? Funny how this was originally posted by me, Police Poet, in a separate topic. :?
Now it is here as being posted by Police Post.
:?: WHY? :?:

It was probably moved because it is a pain in the arse to read all these long winded prayers and poems that nobody but you like. So now if somebody has no life they can come to one thread to read all this #@$%^%$