what do officers do, they walk around watching and supervising and helping. yet I cannot understand the meaning of them, there are still people running and hiding and yet nothing happens to them
”I would love to be able to let you stay but it is not possible. The officers will be along soon to open up and you know how they gossip. Really that is just an excuse, if they don’t see something they make it up anyway. Maybe I don’t want to destroy the fantasy life they have built for me. In any case, it would complicate things.”
”Do I have a choice,” I asked. ”I may like being a complication.”
Officers are good to have. They must do as they are told, and they have to do it. It’s what they have to do. Officers has to do a lot of things, but thats what they want. Officers are good to have, even tho some aren’t
Officers. Cold, brutal, and efficient. Some say that the word, ‘officer’ used to describe someone that should be honoured. A guardian, a protector of the weak, and a bastion of justice throughout the world.
“Run!” I bolted from the room, carrying with me the item that had endagered my life and that of everyone in this party. The officers were right behind us, screaming at us to stop and put down our weapons.
Hello, officer. Is there a problem? Probably everyone will write this. But it’s like in Jane Austen, and all the officers – so elegant, so intoxicating – are so, so bad. Don’t trust an officer. I don’t mean the real ones. I mean the ones we imagine. The Mr. Rights. They’re never enough.
They chase. They capture. They save us all. It’s so weird how most of us are afraid of them, or mad at them, or irritated. You see and don’t think, “Oh thank goodness for those heroes, making the world a better place”. We all think of what nuisances they are. We wish, foolishly that they would go away. But we should wish that they would forever stay.
officers sound like they belong in an office. in a cubicle of law, white, plastic. Or officers could sound like someone draped in navy blue with gold encrusted shoulders at command in a rigid salute. I prefer the latter.
Officers are members of the police force who set about keeping law and order in the land. However though they are supposed to be people of high morals they often aren’t and can get into trouble just like the rest of us. Of all the officers I’ve met there are only a few I would consider to be decent human beings who I could call on in a crisis
Officers are known as good people until it is you they are after. They maintain peace and take care of the bad guys. Officers are the people who this quote is for “its only illegal if you get caught.” Officers have to go through extensive training to get their job, and once they have the job, they have to keep in shape. ( in most cases.)
Officers are the kind of people who you see and instantly begin to question you’re entire existence. When you are pleasantly driving down a country road on a hot July afternoon with not a care in the world, a police car behind you can suddenly transform you into a fugitive on the run with a dark past and a twisted soul.
The officers rode up on horse back; the small children shrank from their sight. This was not good. It had been a year since the officers had come to that town and now they knew that their presence meant trouble.
in uniform and marching straight backed stiff backed iron-backed, too much iron backbone and not enough flexible steel – rapier sharp and rapier swift and too, too easily broken
officers, in ranks and file – rank, heh – file notes, file papers, file for orders, bureaucracy here and everywhere and always
They were standing in a line, all six of them with their eyes looking straight ahead. Dressed in perfect uniform, not even a speck of dust on their polished shoes.
Whenever I encounter a policeman on the street I am always comforted in some way. Not so much the feelings of my best friend Lisa who has such contempt for anyone in uniform.
People I used to work with at the Bronx DA’s Office. Most just really wanted to help people and do a good job. They were rarely the ones you heard about.
The police officers tackled her to the ground, firmly holding her arms behind her back and slapping a pair of cold, silver handcuffs on her wrists. Why had she run? Lying there on the ground, it was hard to imagine why they called this justice.
The officers walked up to door slowy and with a look of sadness. I knew in my heart that it would be bad news. As they knocked on the door, I opened the door with fear in my heart. One of the officers the balding heavyset one began to say my younger brother’s name. I began to yell and scream at them. The taller thin younger officer reached out to hug me. I collasped in their arms. The officers began to speak softly and tell me about the fatal accident on the interstate. I thanked them for coming and asked them to leave.
The came in flanks, walls of red and black. They were terrifying. We tried to run, hide, escape in any way we could. Then someone said, “I don’t think that they are real.”
Everyone despises officers. Who wants to be controlled and ordered around? No one noticed that while they are on the act of doing so, they turn to one. They become officers too. They become officers even when they hate orders. No one realized that they are starting to control others. In this world full of people, no one is a follower for long. Everyone becomes officers.
The first time I was pulled over by a police officer I had just received my driver’s permit. When I saw the red and blue lights flash on behind me I was scared I felt like my life was over, I would have to give up my permit and forget about ever driving again.
Bastards, interfering with lives, portrayed as idiots on tv, but sometimes good, every so often you get a good one. One who has brains and wants to do the right thing, sometimes they are scary, so I avoid them as much as possible, I don’t want them to have my fingerprints, officer is the common name used in America, you don’t really hear that much here in Ireland, they are the Gardai here. The Gardai are allowed to carry pepper spray but we are not, surely the people who are less able to defend themselves shoud be carrying pepper spray?
The door knocker rapped sharply, incessantly as I darted to the door. Wrestling with the lock and chain hurriedly, I swung open the door to greet the two officers standing in the porch, wearing grave expressions.
The officers all milled around the body on the ground. It lay there, stone cold and rigid. An arm bent out of shape, digging into the ground below. They looked on, more and more of them approaching the statue of flesh and bone.
The stared as though they’d never seen a dead man before. Some touched his body. Some prayed. Some thanked the Gods for sparing their lives.
Officers from every country gathered at the Antarctic summit to anoint the country’s first Chief Minister. A dry breeze whipped our faces as we turned to honor our Inuit leader.
Officers i believe are mistreated by gangs and other adults in different ways. They show no respect for they duty thanks to the music boobs boobs boobs boobs boobs boobs boobs boobs boobs boobs
The officer stared at the girl coldly. She was on her knees, afraid to even look up. The officer gave a few short commands to his men. They made no sense to the girl.
listening in on me
freak me out
I let my mind wonder
in through the crevices of my couch
no remote
no cigar today
not today
i need help
but who do i call
better ghost busters than ocifers
:)
Asleep alone in a garden. he ground shake but not as much as my hands. covered in a liquid. maybe two. vomit. piss. lights flashing in my eyes. I need to run. i need to stand. I need to get up. I know that there is not an escape from here. :)
Officers. There were a lot of those/ Everywhere he looked. There’s nothing he could do about it. He hated them. He hated this scenery. He dreamed of another place where there’s always flowers and greenery.
police jail people murder felony kill triumph rising leaving changing better learning helping sacrifice true honesty success greatness achieve love life live long prosper rich money provide
Officers usually fall under the jurisdction of the police force. Though, I think of them more as helpers. They should be more appreciated and not frowned upon for being so scary and mean. They aren’t the bad guys here.
learning not to be afraid of our silences, but still, i am anxious to talk to you;
my still tongue will show you patience, this is playing it cool, by-the-minute, until i break from eagerness to hear your words —
speaking to compel you to follow, luring out that voice, soft like sickness, there’s something terminal about you
what do officers do, they walk around watching and supervising and helping. yet I cannot understand the meaning of them, there are still people running and hiding and yet nothing happens to them
”I would love to be able to let you stay but it is not possible. The officers will be along soon to open up and you know how they gossip. Really that is just an excuse, if they don’t see something they make it up anyway. Maybe I don’t want to destroy the fantasy life they have built for me. In any case, it would complicate things.”
”Do I have a choice,” I asked. ”I may like being a complication.”
uniforms
can
hide the fear
mask the terror
of someone
who is just
human
like
me
Officers are good to have. They must do as they are told, and they have to do it. It’s what they have to do. Officers has to do a lot of things, but thats what they want. Officers are good to have, even tho some aren’t
Officers. Cold, brutal, and efficient. Some say that the word, ‘officer’ used to describe someone that should be honoured. A guardian, a protector of the weak, and a bastion of justice throughout the world.
“Run!” I bolted from the room, carrying with me the item that had endagered my life and that of everyone in this party. The officers were right behind us, screaming at us to stop and put down our weapons.
Hello, officer. Is there a problem? Probably everyone will write this. But it’s like in Jane Austen, and all the officers – so elegant, so intoxicating – are so, so bad. Don’t trust an officer. I don’t mean the real ones. I mean the ones we imagine. The Mr. Rights. They’re never enough.
They chase. They capture. They save us all. It’s so weird how most of us are afraid of them, or mad at them, or irritated. You see and don’t think, “Oh thank goodness for those heroes, making the world a better place”. We all think of what nuisances they are. We wish, foolishly that they would go away. But we should wish that they would forever stay.
officers sound like they belong in an office. in a cubicle of law, white, plastic. Or officers could sound like someone draped in navy blue with gold encrusted shoulders at command in a rigid salute. I prefer the latter.
Officers are members of the police force who set about keeping law and order in the land. However though they are supposed to be people of high morals they often aren’t and can get into trouble just like the rest of us. Of all the officers I’ve met there are only a few I would consider to be decent human beings who I could call on in a crisis
Officers are known as good people until it is you they are after. They maintain peace and take care of the bad guys. Officers are the people who this quote is for “its only illegal if you get caught.” Officers have to go through extensive training to get their job, and once they have the job, they have to keep in shape. ( in most cases.)
Officers are the kind of people who you see and instantly begin to question you’re entire existence. When you are pleasantly driving down a country road on a hot July afternoon with not a care in the world, a police car behind you can suddenly transform you into a fugitive on the run with a dark past and a twisted soul.
The officers rode up on horse back; the small children shrank from their sight. This was not good. It had been a year since the officers had come to that town and now they knew that their presence meant trouble.
in uniform and marching straight backed stiff backed iron-backed, too much iron backbone and not enough flexible steel – rapier sharp and rapier swift and too, too easily broken
officers, in ranks and file – rank, heh – file notes, file papers, file for orders, bureaucracy here and everywhere and always
officers know there are two constants
death
and paperwork.
They were standing in a line, all six of them with their eyes looking straight ahead. Dressed in perfect uniform, not even a speck of dust on their polished shoes.
Whenever I encounter a policeman on the street I am always comforted in some way. Not so much the feelings of my best friend Lisa who has such contempt for anyone in uniform.
surrender, no guns to sense of pride.
People I used to work with at the Bronx DA’s Office. Most just really wanted to help people and do a good job. They were rarely the ones you heard about.
The police officers tackled her to the ground, firmly holding her arms behind her back and slapping a pair of cold, silver handcuffs on her wrists. Why had she run? Lying there on the ground, it was hard to imagine why they called this justice.
The officers walked up to door slowy and with a look of sadness. I knew in my heart that it would be bad news. As they knocked on the door, I opened the door with fear in my heart. One of the officers the balding heavyset one began to say my younger brother’s name. I began to yell and scream at them. The taller thin younger officer reached out to hug me. I collasped in their arms. The officers began to speak softly and tell me about the fatal accident on the interstate. I thanked them for coming and asked them to leave.
The came in flanks, walls of red and black. They were terrifying. We tried to run, hide, escape in any way we could. Then someone said, “I don’t think that they are real.”
Everyone despises officers. Who wants to be controlled and ordered around? No one noticed that while they are on the act of doing so, they turn to one. They become officers too. They become officers even when they hate orders. No one realized that they are starting to control others. In this world full of people, no one is a follower for long. Everyone becomes officers.
The first time I was pulled over by a police officer I had just received my driver’s permit. When I saw the red and blue lights flash on behind me I was scared I felt like my life was over, I would have to give up my permit and forget about ever driving again.
Bastards, interfering with lives, portrayed as idiots on tv, but sometimes good, every so often you get a good one. One who has brains and wants to do the right thing, sometimes they are scary, so I avoid them as much as possible, I don’t want them to have my fingerprints, officer is the common name used in America, you don’t really hear that much here in Ireland, they are the Gardai here. The Gardai are allowed to carry pepper spray but we are not, surely the people who are less able to defend themselves shoud be carrying pepper spray?
The door knocker rapped sharply, incessantly as I darted to the door. Wrestling with the lock and chain hurriedly, I swung open the door to greet the two officers standing in the porch, wearing grave expressions.
“May we have a word with you?”
officers wear uniform, the are meant to be responsible and conduct themselves ewith the highest code of conduct.. they have power.
they make you do things you don’t want to do. makes me think of offices. i don’t like offices or officers.
officers……. I really did’nt expect this. The truth is that I really don’t have much experience with them. I’m still a student..
are lazy dont work much but there are those who does look handsome and cute which officers do you mean by the way? :O they are cool..
The officers all milled around the body on the ground. It lay there, stone cold and rigid. An arm bent out of shape, digging into the ground below. They looked on, more and more of them approaching the statue of flesh and bone.
The stared as though they’d never seen a dead man before. Some touched his body. Some prayed. Some thanked the Gods for sparing their lives.
Officers from every country gathered at the Antarctic summit to anoint the country’s first Chief Minister. A dry breeze whipped our faces as we turned to honor our Inuit leader.
Officers i believe are mistreated by gangs and other adults in different ways. They show no respect for they duty thanks to the music boobs boobs boobs boobs boobs boobs boobs boobs boobs boobs
The officer stared at the girl coldly. She was on her knees, afraid to even look up. The officer gave a few short commands to his men. They made no sense to the girl.
listening in on me
freak me out
I let my mind wonder
in through the crevices of my couch
no remote
no cigar today
not today
i need help
but who do i call
better ghost busters than ocifers
:)
Asleep alone in a garden. he ground shake but not as much as my hands. covered in a liquid. maybe two. vomit. piss. lights flashing in my eyes. I need to run. i need to stand. I need to get up. I know that there is not an escape from here. :)
Officers. There were a lot of those/ Everywhere he looked. There’s nothing he could do about it. He hated them. He hated this scenery. He dreamed of another place where there’s always flowers and greenery.
police jail people murder felony kill triumph rising leaving changing better learning helping sacrifice true honesty success greatness achieve love life live long prosper rich money provide
i see officers eah day, attired in jeans and shirt, they swirl around to mark the end of day.
Officers usually fall under the jurisdction of the police force. Though, I think of them more as helpers. They should be more appreciated and not frowned upon for being so scary and mean. They aren’t the bad guys here.
learning not to be afraid of our silences, but still, i am anxious to talk to you;
my still tongue will show you patience, this is playing it cool, by-the-minute, until i break from eagerness to hear your words —
speaking to compel you to follow, luring out that voice, soft like sickness, there’s something terminal about you