Published Poems & Articles Submitted to Copadorer

Now is the time, time for peace,  

Hatred and crime, to finally cease,  

Live together, and get along, 

Stop the killing, for it is wrong.   

Help those in need, lend a hand,  

Fight crime back, take a stand,  

Become involved, take back your street,  

Help the Police, who patrol their beat.    

They don't receive, the credit they deserve,  

They're here for us all, to protect and serve, 

See a crime, report what you see,  

The Police are here, for you and me.    

See a Drunk Driver, save a Life,  

It may be your own, or maybe your wife,  

Report a criminal, help fight  Child Abuse, 

Abusing a child, there is no excuse.    

Help fight crime, so it won't increase,  

Lend a hand, to help the Police,  

If we all help out, crime will decrease, 

Isn't it about time; "Time For Peace."    

Poem is dedicated to all Law Enforcement Officers. 

Poem was written by ©Martin E. Lynch  on this 

14th day of November in the year of our  Lord, 2000.

(used with permission)  

"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

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 un-swerved? 

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"     

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.

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)