“IT IS FOOLISH AND WRONG TO MOURN THE MEN WHO DIED. RATHER WE SHOULD THANK GOD THAT SUCH MEN LIVED.”
– Gen. George S. Patton Jr.
“THE ONLY THING NECESSARY FOR THE TRIUMPH OF EVIL IS FOR GOOD MEN TO DO NOTHING” – Edmund Burke
Wisdom in Verse Gallery by Gene Rooney
Gene’s Biography (Please visit his website and purchase his beautiful material)
Many of my poems have deep rooted religious or spiritual foundations taxing the thought process of emotion. Just because we become familiar with our emotions doesn’t enable us to understand the emotions of others. The Wisdom In Verse book of poems, which is in the works, will have nearly 200 poems many supported with a graphic view as guidance to interpretation.
Many poems attempt to reason behavior and inspire an uplifting life style. Faith, Patience,
Karma, Influence, Friends and Benevolence are samples of poems which inspire.
The foundation for my opinions, research and experience is based on a life long career in law enforcement, community relations and customer service. Poems have been written since 2003 and are a continuing process along with the photography.
THE ONE THAT I ADORE
My dearest “little” brother
there are some things that I must say,
In case I didn’t tell you
As you left my world today.
I thank you for the love you gave,
for the times that we have shared,
for all the times you’ve comforted me,
and when you showed me that you cared.
The times when you protected me,
the times when you would call,
for picking me up when I was down,
and never letting me fall.
You’d grown into a special man,
a loyal and true friend,
and touched the lives of many,
….until the very end.
Our world was very fortunate,
to have you standing by,
to protect, no matter what it took,
to lay your life on the line, and…die.
Forever I shall be so proud,
of what you’ve done today:
protect and serve and give your all,
in the most courageous way.
My memories I shall cherish,
I wish there were even more,
of you my dearest brother,
the one that I ADORE!
Thank You So Much for proudly sacrificing everyday, something that the world takes for granted: YOUR LIFE…………..
by Jaclyn Mosley (Sister of Rodney Pocceschi)
WHAT ARE POLICEMAN MADE OF?
Don’t credit me with the mongrel prose: it has many parents-at least 420,000 of them: Policemen.
A Policeman is a composite of what all men are, mingling of a saint and sinner, dust and deity.
Gulled statistics wave the fan over the stinkers, underscore instances of dishonesty and brutality because they are “new”. What they really mean is that they are exceptional, unusual, not commonplace.
Buried under the frost is the fact: Less than one-half of one percent of policemen misfit the uniform. That’s a better average than you’d find among clergy!
What is a policeman made of? He, of all men, is once the most needed and the most unwanted. He’s a strangely nameless creature who is “sir” to his face and “fuzz” to his back
He must be such a diplomat that he can settle differences between individuals so that each will think he won.
But…If the policeman is neat, he’s conceited; if he’s careless, he’s a bum. If he’s pleasant, he’s flirting;if not, he’s a grouch.
He must make an instant decision which would require months for a lawyer to make.
But…If he hurries, he’s careless; if he’s deliberate, he’s lazy. He must be first to an accident and infallible with his diagnosis. 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.
The police officer 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.
A policeman must know everything-and not tell. He must know where all the sin is and not partake.
A policeman must, from a single strand of hair, be able to describe the crime, the weapon and the criminal- and tell you where the criminal is hiding.
But…If he catches the criminal, he’s lucky; if he doesn’t, he’s a dunce. If he gets promoted, he has political pull; if he doesn’t, he’s a dullard. The policeman must chase a bum lead to a dead-end, stake out ten nights to tag one witness who saw it happen-but refused to remember.
The policeman must be a minister, a social worker, a diplomat, a tough guy and a gentleman.
And, of course, he’d have to be genius….For he will have to feed a family on a policeman’s salary.
By: Paul Harvey