The badge seemed so heavy at this moment, sitting in the palm of her hand. It shone up at her, and she could almost imagine that the silver was replaced with red, red for the blood of the people she’d shot in the badge’s name. With a sense of finality, she let it slip from her hand onto the ground.
she was wearing a shiny badge pinned onto her righthand pocket and it was what caught my attention immediately. well, besides her caramel coloured hair and big brown doe eyes.
A thing you have to wear to work and/or school so people know who you are and so you don’t get hurt by intruders in the school or work area and so you don’t get lost.
He was under the impression that the emperor had no real intention of allowing him to attend that night’s gala… so he planned to attend anyway. He suited up in his armor and strung a sash of purple badges across his chest. As he closed the oak door firmly behind him, stepping out into the stone corridor, he sighed heavily and brushed back a strand of his shoulder-length chestnut hair.
Chief of police, officer Witney Right, flashed his badge. ” What’s this nonsense?”
Nobody dared to retort, even a peep–which was rare, because bity Jimmy mouthed off at will.
“Officer, let us be”. Jimmy belched, as though impeccably innocent.
the badge on his face said it all,
pride, discontent, cowardice,
he tried to flaunt his prestige, his honor
oh, the dismay, what kind of animal preys on the weaker,
what kind of moon binges on dark air,
can he be, one, and only one,
or one of many?
I wear this badge that has these eight letters on it that have represented me to the world since they were bestowed on me. it dawns on me that they are not me, they simply give a handle to me for others to hold me in their minds.
That was her badge of disgrace. She will never love again. That person distroyed her life. Now on she has learned that no one was to be trusted anymore. Why does that have to happen to her everytime.
he wore a badge to state something but it meant nothing. nothing of the intended statement—unless this had really been the intention all along. he word a blue badge that would turn blood red—stained by the innocent and slain. he wore a badge–but there was no owner. this was a badge of…
A badge doesn’t mean that you won something. No body should compete for just the badge. It is the feeling of pride, the feeling of accomplishment that everyone should work towards. Winning a badge doesn’t prove anything.
badge, is well something that you can wear on your jacket or your pants, well there’s a lot of places to put them but in my mind i dont really like them that much and so yeah i mean i dont really know what to write on this thing im really on day like 90 ish but i just like doing this thing so im just gonna keep writing away so today i got up at around 11:00 and then i made myself an egg, two btw and then i went outside and played bball for about an hour so know im here but omg if there’s any guys out there let me tell you that women are such drama and like my best friend is a girl and she wont talk to me because her boyfriend is such a tool and stuff and it makes me real mad like super quick and i was just kidding around and i said that i use to like her and she said she wonted tell her boy! and guess what she did she told that toolbag!
They gathered at the appointed spot, and prepared to begin the search. Morris almost laughed when someone handed him a badge to wear. He felt like they were in a posse from one of those old “Western” movies from the last century. One of the many differences, though, was that they did not have any weapons.
A badge is nice to wear. It shows your status. I wore a badge on my blazer when I was a school girl, that was many, many moons ago, now I am a big woman, I don’t need to wear a blazer.
The Jews had to wear a badge during the second world war, the Star of David, a yellow badge because they were Jewish. It must have been sad to be Jewish and vulnerable.
He gripped his baton like a stress ball, thankful that his dark blue uniform masked the sweat breaking all over his body. Under the crowd’s hateful glare and jeers of ‘pig’, he did his best imitation of stoicism, his eyes focused on everything and nothing at all. When a young black boy, no older than 12, approached him with an extended hand, he sucked in air. “Want some water, officer?”
Badge. It makes me feel guilty. I think of cops. When I think of cops I feel guilty. Why? I have no idea. I didn’t do anything wrong. Maybe I went over the speed limit on the way to work this morning. But that’s about the extent of it. I think that perhaps I just don’t trust cops. Why? Have you seen the news lately? There’s a lot of bad seeds out there.
It isn’t much, really, but he wears it proudly on his lapel anyway. Back when it was hers, he’s sure she barely noticed it; past the time when she was seven years old, in the split second when she was awarded it for excellent needlework, of course. These days he notices things on her behalf, like the crocuses coming in and the half-smiles on unbought teddy bears’ faces, and the badge fastens these thoughts to him like a pin on a corkboard. She will always be with him.
Is this an emblem of courage, or of shame? Nowadays the idea of someone in authority (let’s face it, we’re talking about police) is under heavy fire. Deservedly, I think, in the cases that have gathered media attention. But there are two sides to every story, and I do agree that it’s not all cut and dried.
It shone in my face like a light. Too bright to not notice, but not bright enough to hide my eyes. He was an officer, i hoped. I prayed, mostly. Help me, God, let him be an officer.
My brother earned a pets badge for Scouts yesterday. He had to look after a pet for a month, then write about 2 sickness for that animal, and list 6 animals that are useful today.
the golden badge of the security ofiicer glimmered in the bright light of the toy store at the mall. the manager of the store lay in a pool of blood amongst a collection of destroyed action figures.
You wear a badge
But it is blank
You don’t know what you stand for
So you fall for everything
Including me,
The one who smiles
and laughs
even though I’m storming
and panicking
diconnected
wondering
hoping you feel the same
wonder where this will go
You wear a badge of my name
You pin it in your skin
And leave the trail of blood out the door.
A badge is something that you earn. It is something that you can get through honor, valor, and the right mind set. Only a few people can wear a badge. Many people try but only a few succeed in obtaining one; and especially one that means something great.
guides get badges along with scouts and other groups like that. Badges show your accomplishment of something o that you are able to do a task. I got lots of badges as a child, and so did all the other girl guides.
Badges were something cool when I was in Girl Guides. I loved wearing the sash my mom sewed them all on and I tried my best to earn all my favorite ones like “Fishing” and “Horse Riding” and some other weird ones I can no longer. It was like getting a reward for being able to do/knowing something. It was fun, but it also grew boring..
A badge of a policeman is a badge of honor. A badge they deserve for protecting out country. A badge that should not be shunned merely because of a few rotten-albeit headlining-apples.
No, it is not okay for policemen to hurt unarmed people. It never was, and it never will be. But most policemen are men who’ve worked for this country, protecting you and me, and they deserve respect.
Police badge bangs against the peep hole
Trapped inside the sweating grip
Don’t sqeeze me, I might pop into a dulle existence
Like coal, in a thousand years I’ll be a diamond
Like you, I’ll never be perfect
Badges mark your arm,
Like little battle scars
They are
You were fighting a war within yourself
Alone, are we
We the hunger underdogs, the wall flowers
The ones who notice everyones badges
But have the human decency not to point them out.
disrespect the badge
the blows glance off shields
lean into all four corners of the
feet, learn to ground
sometimes the heels will dig in
sometimes there will be necessary
resistance
It was supposed to be a symbol; not just of authority, but of responsibility, of the higher standard to which he had supposedly chosen to hold himself. But now? It just looked like a piece of tin, and the money his corruption had afforded him was just a number for how little his integrity was worth.
“Just like mum wanted,” he sighed into his cigarette, “a real health inspector.”
Finally, his dream come true. He was finally able to wear that badge for which he worked so hard. He was feeling very proud, because he earned it through his hard work.
Her badge was shiny and white. She rode a white horse, a mare. And her badge glinted in the sun. “Evenin’, officer.” The men tipped their hats. She laughed and laughed and shot them all, one by one. And then their blood was red and splattered on her shiny white badge.
She was never really aware of the badge she wore. She only time it begged her notice was when she was flat-faced on the ground and she could feel the small metal pin poke her when she was pressed against the pavement. Nobody eyed the badge, really, since she kept it in her wallet in her pocket. They could tell she was a cop by the uniform anyhow.
C’mon. Hurry up. I said to myself . I pushed my self harder and harder, and pushed past the finish line in 5th place. Sheesh not very good. Ugh. Coulda done better. Coulda woulda shoulda.
I wear my badge on the right side of my chest, so when they come after me with blades and bullets, they don’t get to my heart. See, two months ago, I almost quit the force. Too many bad apples in my unit. Hurting people, killing people. Wearing the uniform felt like wearing the pelt of a monster. It felt so cumbersome, too alien. Too hostile.
I can’t leave my city unprotected. I’m there for the people. F*** the chief and the department. If I’m going to wear my badge, I’m going to wear it when I march with the citizens.
There was a bage, but it was unlike any other badge. It was HIS badge. I hadn’t seen it in years. It was still dusty from all that time in that box. Of course it brought back memories, not just the memories I thought it’d bting.
It was simple, but it held a lot of charm: the badge was just like him, in many ways. They both were of not much ornament, but they both represented great power. The badge could get you into the most secure buildings within the world. He could have your body disposed of with no questions asked.
The sheriff’s most prized possession hung flat on top of his nipple, pinned onto his cotton shirt. He shined it everyday, without fail, believing the clean shine would provide him some more respect in this doggone town. But alas, he worked in Nowhere, Middlebrook, where the biggest crime was an overdue library book.
I remember my first badge. It now lives in a box. I made is the spring of junior kindergarten. It’s a messed-up sort of thing, one ribbon on the front, one on the back. As a perfectionist I would have ripped my hair out, yet I still treasure it.
The badge seemed so heavy at this moment, sitting in the palm of her hand. It shone up at her, and she could almost imagine that the silver was replaced with red, red for the blood of the people she’d shot in the badge’s name. With a sense of finality, she let it slip from her hand onto the ground.
she was wearing a shiny badge pinned onto her righthand pocket and it was what caught my attention immediately. well, besides her caramel coloured hair and big brown doe eyes.
A thing you have to wear to work and/or school so people know who you are and so you don’t get hurt by intruders in the school or work area and so you don’t get lost.
He was under the impression that the emperor had no real intention of allowing him to attend that night’s gala… so he planned to attend anyway. He suited up in his armor and strung a sash of purple badges across his chest. As he closed the oak door firmly behind him, stepping out into the stone corridor, he sighed heavily and brushed back a strand of his shoulder-length chestnut hair.
Chief of police, officer Witney Right, flashed his badge. ” What’s this nonsense?”
Nobody dared to retort, even a peep–which was rare, because bity Jimmy mouthed off at will.
“Officer, let us be”. Jimmy belched, as though impeccably innocent.
the badge on his face said it all,
pride, discontent, cowardice,
he tried to flaunt his prestige, his honor
oh, the dismay, what kind of animal preys on the weaker,
what kind of moon binges on dark air,
can he be, one, and only one,
or one of many?
I wear this badge that has these eight letters on it that have represented me to the world since they were bestowed on me. it dawns on me that they are not me, they simply give a handle to me for others to hold me in their minds.
That was her badge of disgrace. She will never love again. That person distroyed her life. Now on she has learned that no one was to be trusted anymore. Why does that have to happen to her everytime.
he wore a badge to state something but it meant nothing. nothing of the intended statement—unless this had really been the intention all along. he word a blue badge that would turn blood red—stained by the innocent and slain. he wore a badge–but there was no owner. this was a badge of…
A badge doesn’t mean that you won something. No body should compete for just the badge. It is the feeling of pride, the feeling of accomplishment that everyone should work towards. Winning a badge doesn’t prove anything.
badge, is well something that you can wear on your jacket or your pants, well there’s a lot of places to put them but in my mind i dont really like them that much and so yeah i mean i dont really know what to write on this thing im really on day like 90 ish but i just like doing this thing so im just gonna keep writing away so today i got up at around 11:00 and then i made myself an egg, two btw and then i went outside and played bball for about an hour so know im here but omg if there’s any guys out there let me tell you that women are such drama and like my best friend is a girl and she wont talk to me because her boyfriend is such a tool and stuff and it makes me real mad like super quick and i was just kidding around and i said that i use to like her and she said she wonted tell her boy! and guess what she did she told that toolbag!
They gathered at the appointed spot, and prepared to begin the search. Morris almost laughed when someone handed him a badge to wear. He felt like they were in a posse from one of those old “Western” movies from the last century. One of the many differences, though, was that they did not have any weapons.
A badge is nice to wear. It shows your status. I wore a badge on my blazer when I was a school girl, that was many, many moons ago, now I am a big woman, I don’t need to wear a blazer.
The Jews had to wear a badge during the second world war, the Star of David, a yellow badge because they were Jewish. It must have been sad to be Jewish and vulnerable.
He gripped his baton like a stress ball, thankful that his dark blue uniform masked the sweat breaking all over his body. Under the crowd’s hateful glare and jeers of ‘pig’, he did his best imitation of stoicism, his eyes focused on everything and nothing at all. When a young black boy, no older than 12, approached him with an extended hand, he sucked in air. “Want some water, officer?”
Badge. It makes me feel guilty. I think of cops. When I think of cops I feel guilty. Why? I have no idea. I didn’t do anything wrong. Maybe I went over the speed limit on the way to work this morning. But that’s about the extent of it. I think that perhaps I just don’t trust cops. Why? Have you seen the news lately? There’s a lot of bad seeds out there.
It isn’t much, really, but he wears it proudly on his lapel anyway. Back when it was hers, he’s sure she barely noticed it; past the time when she was seven years old, in the split second when she was awarded it for excellent needlework, of course. These days he notices things on her behalf, like the crocuses coming in and the half-smiles on unbought teddy bears’ faces, and the badge fastens these thoughts to him like a pin on a corkboard. She will always be with him.
“Today is the big day,” I thought as I brushed my teeth and did my chores. I was so excited It was the day that I became an Eagle Scout.
Is this an emblem of courage, or of shame? Nowadays the idea of someone in authority (let’s face it, we’re talking about police) is under heavy fire. Deservedly, I think, in the cases that have gathered media attention. But there are two sides to every story, and I do agree that it’s not all cut and dried.
name,
leader,
security,
authority,
work,
identity,
It shone in my face like a light. Too bright to not notice, but not bright enough to hide my eyes. He was an officer, i hoped. I prayed, mostly. Help me, God, let him be an officer.
My brother earned a pets badge for Scouts yesterday. He had to look after a pet for a month, then write about 2 sickness for that animal, and list 6 animals that are useful today.
the golden badge of the security ofiicer glimmered in the bright light of the toy store at the mall. the manager of the store lay in a pool of blood amongst a collection of destroyed action figures.
You wear a badge
But it is blank
You don’t know what you stand for
So you fall for everything
Including me,
The one who smiles
and laughs
even though I’m storming
and panicking
diconnected
wondering
hoping you feel the same
wonder where this will go
You wear a badge of my name
You pin it in your skin
And leave the trail of blood out the door.
A badge is something that you earn. It is something that you can get through honor, valor, and the right mind set. Only a few people can wear a badge. Many people try but only a few succeed in obtaining one; and especially one that means something great.
guides get badges along with scouts and other groups like that. Badges show your accomplishment of something o that you are able to do a task. I got lots of badges as a child, and so did all the other girl guides.
Badges were something cool when I was in Girl Guides. I loved wearing the sash my mom sewed them all on and I tried my best to earn all my favorite ones like “Fishing” and “Horse Riding” and some other weird ones I can no longer. It was like getting a reward for being able to do/knowing something. It was fun, but it also grew boring..
A badge of a policeman is a badge of honor. A badge they deserve for protecting out country. A badge that should not be shunned merely because of a few rotten-albeit headlining-apples.
No, it is not okay for policemen to hurt unarmed people. It never was, and it never will be. But most policemen are men who’ve worked for this country, protecting you and me, and they deserve respect.
Police badge bangs against the peep hole
Trapped inside the sweating grip
Don’t sqeeze me, I might pop into a dulle existence
Like coal, in a thousand years I’ll be a diamond
Like you, I’ll never be perfect
Badges mark your arm,
Like little battle scars
They are
You were fighting a war within yourself
Alone, are we
We the hunger underdogs, the wall flowers
The ones who notice everyones badges
But have the human decency not to point them out.
disrespect the badge
the blows glance off shields
lean into all four corners of the
feet, learn to ground
sometimes the heels will dig in
sometimes there will be necessary
resistance
It was supposed to be a symbol; not just of authority, but of responsibility, of the higher standard to which he had supposedly chosen to hold himself. But now? It just looked like a piece of tin, and the money his corruption had afforded him was just a number for how little his integrity was worth.
“Just like mum wanted,” he sighed into his cigarette, “a real health inspector.”
Finally, his dream come true. He was finally able to wear that badge for which he worked so hard. He was feeling very proud, because he earned it through his hard work.
Her badge was shiny and white. She rode a white horse, a mare. And her badge glinted in the sun. “Evenin’, officer.” The men tipped their hats. She laughed and laughed and shot them all, one by one. And then their blood was red and splattered on her shiny white badge.
She was never really aware of the badge she wore. She only time it begged her notice was when she was flat-faced on the ground and she could feel the small metal pin poke her when she was pressed against the pavement. Nobody eyed the badge, really, since she kept it in her wallet in her pocket. They could tell she was a cop by the uniform anyhow.
C’mon. Hurry up. I said to myself . I pushed my self harder and harder, and pushed past the finish line in 5th place. Sheesh not very good. Ugh. Coulda done better. Coulda woulda shoulda.
I wear my badge on the right side of my chest, so when they come after me with blades and bullets, they don’t get to my heart. See, two months ago, I almost quit the force. Too many bad apples in my unit. Hurting people, killing people. Wearing the uniform felt like wearing the pelt of a monster. It felt so cumbersome, too alien. Too hostile.
I can’t leave my city unprotected. I’m there for the people. F*** the chief and the department. If I’m going to wear my badge, I’m going to wear it when I march with the citizens.
There was a bage, but it was unlike any other badge. It was HIS badge. I hadn’t seen it in years. It was still dusty from all that time in that box. Of course it brought back memories, not just the memories I thought it’d bting.
It was simple, but it held a lot of charm: the badge was just like him, in many ways. They both were of not much ornament, but they both represented great power. The badge could get you into the most secure buildings within the world. He could have your body disposed of with no questions asked.
The sheriff’s most prized possession hung flat on top of his nipple, pinned onto his cotton shirt. He shined it everyday, without fail, believing the clean shine would provide him some more respect in this doggone town. But alas, he worked in Nowhere, Middlebrook, where the biggest crime was an overdue library book.
I remember my first badge. It now lives in a box. I made is the spring of junior kindergarten. It’s a messed-up sort of thing, one ribbon on the front, one on the back. As a perfectionist I would have ripped my hair out, yet I still treasure it.