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Alan W Jankowski Dec 2011
Nothing in life is guaranteed,
Of this lesson I should take heed,
For what life gives it can surely take,
What a difference a year can make.

A year ago I was standing tall,
It seemed as though I had it all,
Somehow though my luck had turned,
I consider it a lesson learned.

Failure is hard, but so is success,
Too many drown in their own excess,
But no matter what, my spirit won't break,
What a difference a year can make.

10-02-10.
Btw, this one happened to get translated into Chinese...a definite first for one of my poems, btw...
http://www.tianya.cn/publicforum/content/funinfo/1/2518369.shtml
Alan W Jankowski Dec 2011
People often pass through our lives,
And so many have come my way,
Some stay for a lifetime,
Others just for a day.

Yet others last just for a season,
And then they must move on,
The one that touched my heart,
Has now come and gone.

Though I knew you had to leave,
You could only stay a while,
I got to know your loving ways,
And ever-present smile.

Summertime girl I thank you,
For a summer filled with fun,
Nights so filled with passion,
Our days frolicking in the sun.

But will you ever think of me,
Now that we're apart?
Was I just another summer fling,
Or the one who stole your heart?

Though we've gone our separate ways,
And will each find someone new,
No matter what the future brings,
I'll always remember you.

09-07-10.
Dec 2011 · 2.2k
Accept Me As I Am
Alan W Jankowski Dec 2011
I never meant to take you for granted,
Because you're the best I found,
I truly cherish every moment,
Of the times you are around.

But now and then we say and do,
Things we don't intend,
My actions were just misconstrued,
I never meant to offend.

We all regret from time to time,
Things we do and say,
I just wish I could turn back time,
And take your pain away.

You mean so much more to me,
Than my actions can ever show,
I would never intentionally hurt you,
This I want you to know.

Sometimes we hurt the ones we love most,
But that never was my plan,
I just hope you can forgive me,
And accept me as I am.

09-02-10.
Another 67Goat poem...number 16, if anyone's counting...
Dec 2011 · 50.7k
Incest Is Best
Alan W Jankowski Dec 2011
Grandpa sits in his favorite chair,
Spots his granddaughter and starts to stare,
Whips out his **** and starts to stroke,
He knows it’s his granddaughter he wants to poke,
Calls her over and says, “Pretty please.”
Come on granddaughter get on your knees,
She does as she’s told and ***** him with zest,
Because she knows ****** is best.

Uncle Roy decides to give it a whirl,
He likes to dress his nephew up as a girl,
Likes to see him in silk and lace,
Lipstick and makeup on his face,
Imagining him with heels on his feet,
As he sits there and starts to stroke his meat,
He’d love to put him to the test,
Because he knows ****** is best.

Mother decides to get in on the act,
Her and her son have a special pact,
While her husbands at work she gets in his bed,
Pulls down his pants and starts giving him head,
Son likes his mom dressed up in her lace,
As he shoots his load all over her face,
He knows his mom is better than the rest,
Because he knows ****** is best.

Sister and brother are a special pair,
It’s more than a last name these two share,
Brother Bill can’t believe his luck,
Having a sister that likes to ****,
Says, “Hey Sis, come on over here.”
As he bends her over and takes her rear,
Going at it like animals it becomes a real fuckfest,
Because they both know ****** is best.

Father can’t believe his daughter is so kind,
She’s on her knees as he takes her behind,
She moans and screams and starts to cry,
Says, “Hey Daddy, you’re my kind of guy.”
Daddy tells her ****** is the better way,
It’s a game the whole family can play,
Daddy treats his daughter like an honored guest,
Because they both know ****** is best.

11-27-09b.
Far and away my most read poem, except perhaps my 9-11 Tribute thingy...this poem gets well over 1000 views per month on one ****** story site alone...and yes, it's done with more than a hint of humor...the line "******, a game the whole family can play" is something a friend of mine used to say back in high school...:)
Alan W Jankowski Dec 2011
I had a girlfriend who told me she's gay,
My first reaction was to say "No way."
I gave this situation some heavy thought,
It seemed so against everything I was taught,
I told her she just had to go,
Who it was I didn't want to know,
I told her she could do what she like,
I didn't want to meet this other ****,
Then in a while instead of being furious,
I found myself becoming a bit curious,
What she told me nearly put me in shock,
She’d been dating the girl down the block,
The one who lives just down the street,
The one I’ve really been wanting to meet,
I told her to ignore what I said before,
That we can talk this over some more,
Maybe if she could bring her by,
I would start to understand why,
No use in her sneaking around,
When we could all be getting down,
If she has a hot looking mother,
She can do one, I'll do the other,
We could even make a flick,
Her, me and this other chick,
Hey, I'm just a modern guy,
I'm willing to give this thing a try,
As long as I can watch and learn,
And maybe even get my turn,
Her being gay might not be so bad,
In fact I might even be very glad,
So when your girl says she's a *******,
Think this out, don’t try to punch her,
Find out if her partner's hot,
You can get rid of her if she's not,
But this could be the best thing that could be,
As long as the bed's big enough for three.

01-14-10b
This was done as a bit of a ****** humor piece, and if you've read any of my stuff you'd know this was certainly not my first attempt...and yes, I know "gay" and "bisexual" are two different things...I don't need another lecture...
Dec 2011 · 777
Truly A Find
Alan W Jankowski Dec 2011
I have met so many women,
Some with model looks.
Others were so very bright,
Had knowledge found in books.

So many times a woman,
Has stood out from the crowd.
Hanging on my arm,
She really made me proud.

But over the years, as time has passed,
I've come to understand.
Most of those relationships,
Did not work as planned.

But now that I am older,
And somewhat more mature.
I have a greater understanding,
Of what it takes to endure.

And while a pretty face may tempt me,
Just like in the past.
I now look for something deeper,
Something that will last.

Though many a beauty has passed on through,
Like members of a passing parade.
I now long for that beauty,
Something that won't fade.

Because smarts and a pretty face,
May make for a wonderful start.
But for a lasting finish,
One has to look to the heart.

For to find a love that will truly last,
Through both thick and thin.
One that will survive the good and the bad,
It must come from deep within.

For when you meet that certain someone,
Whose heart is loving and kind.
And experience a love so deep and true,
That love is truly a find.

07-01-10
I believe this would be number 15 of the 67Goat poems...never really one of my favorites, but I guess it has its fans...
Dec 2011 · 2.1k
Lover's Story
Alan W Jankowski Dec 2011
They were two lovers who were destined to meet,
With a passion so hot you could feel the heat,
Lovers with feelings so hot and so strong,
They could not be contained for very long,
Feeling more from the groin than from the heart,
Nothing on Earth could keep them apart,
Taking their passions incredibly higher,
They burned out of control like wildfire,
She was playful like a little child,
But under the sheets she was wild,
Him, she thought, was ******* great,
No other lover could hope to rate,
On a regular basis these two would meet,
Taking great pains to keep it discreet,
Once they entered that downtown hotel,
It was like Pavlov's dogs at the sound of the bell,
In what was more of a ***** than a loving embrace,
Lips were soon locked as they stood face to face,
While pulling at their clothes until they were torn,
They were soon naked as the day they were born,
Once they were free of shirts and pants,
They began their famous lover's dance,
As they hit the bed they began to ball,
Like two animals hearing nature's call,
As their heated bodies started to mesh,
Soon naked flesh pounded naked flesh,
Grabbing her arms firmly in his grasp,
He worked her so hard she began to gasp,
Grunts and moans were all that was heard,
As neither of the two could utter a word,
Lovers who soared so very high,
They wrote their names upon the sky,
Lovers who heeded the call of the night,
Making hot love with all of their might,
In a blazing moment of sweat and glory,
It was another chapter in a lover's story.

07-02-10.
Dec 2011 · 1.2k
Thoughts Unspoken
Alan W Jankowski Dec 2011
Oftentimes the many thoughts,
That go on inside my head,
So many thoughts unspoken,
So much remains unsaid.

And sometimes the most precious thoughts,
Just never get put to word,
The ones with the most meaning,
Are the ones that are never heard.

Because when someone means so much,
I don't always have words to say,
For feelings that run much deeper,
Than mere words could ever convey.

And just because words aren't often voiced,
Doesn't make them any less true,
Words that have special meaning,
Words like 'I love you.'

So though I may not often speak,
The words you want to hear,
Know that you are still in my heart,
And my thoughts of you are dear.

06-11-10.
Written for my girlfriend Nancy, who says I don't speak enough...well, sometimes...
Dec 2011 · 2.1k
Faith
Alan W Jankowski Dec 2011
Faith, it’s a beautiful thing,
That little word with the special ring,
It’s faith in the things I cannot see,
Like knowing my God is always with me,
Faith that everything will turn out alright,
That my days of darkness will lead into light,
Faith that Jesus will take my hand,
And guide me through things I don’t understand,
That no matter where I roam, far and wide,
My God will be there by my side,
And until I’m home in Heaven above,
I will always know my God’s true love,
And until that day He calls me home,
I will never have to walk alone,
To know that someday I’ll hear angels sing,
Faith, it’s a beautiful thing.

06-18-10.
My only real attempt at a "religious" poem...so far anyway...
Nov 2011 · 2.2k
We Started As Friends
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
We started out as a couple of friends,
Who saw each other now and then,
Two people hurt many times before,
And afraid of getting hurt once more.

Slowly we began to share long walks,
And share our thoughts in quiet talks,
And of each other we soon grew fond,
Realizing we shared a special bond.

Hearts that harbored so much pain,
They never thought they'd love again,
Secretly wishing that they would find,
Someone to give them peace of mind.

Hearts that searched so far and wide,
For the love that went missing inside,
Souls that roamed long and far,
Wishing upon most every star.

Then one day my wish came true,
I found love again and it was you,
There was a piece missing from my soul,
You were the one who made me whole.

05-17-10.
Yes, number 14 of the 67Goat poems is my most popular poem...my 9-11 poem may have been used in ceremonies around the world, and published in newspapers and church bulletins across the country, but nobody ever writes me about it...this one also has the dubious distinction of being my most plagiarized, btw...:)
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
I watch you lie so quiet and still,
You really are a lovely sight,
So many dreams you helped fulfill,
As I recall our previous night.

As the morning sun begins to rise,
I watch you lie silent on the bed,
A soft glow dances upon your eyes,
The pillow softly cradles your head.

The morning sun bathes you in light,
As you slowly start to awake,
My thoughts soon turn to delight,
As I think of the love we can make.

Though we loved the night before,
I wished it would never end,
At the sight of you I yearn for more,
To make love to you again.

Your smile drives my imagination wild,
Please tell me that you can stay,
Your touch releases my inner child,
My inner child wants to play.

It's in these quiet times we spend,
That it's you I'm thinking of,
Times I wish would never end,
I will never tire of your love.

05-03-10.
Nov 2011 · 2.6k
More Beautiful Every Day
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
They say that time is the great thief,
Robber of beauty and of looks,
I have heard it spoken times before,
Have read of it in books,

But as the years go by with you,
I realize more and more,
You just get that much better,
So much better than before.

For what may have caught my eye,
Was surely your pretty face,
But over the years I have come to know,
Your true beauty and inner grace,

For your true beauty is not seen,
Not what you choose to show,
It is your beauty that lies inside,
The beauty I've come to know,

And as the years pass on by,
You age just like fine wine,
And every year that passes by,
Makes me glad you're mine.

Far from your beauty ever fading,
I feel that I must say,
You just keep on getting better,
And more beautiful every day.

04-25-10.
I believe this is lucky number 13 of the 67Goat poems, this one was actually inspired by a forum thread over on Lush Stories about women over 35...
Nov 2011 · 848
The Best You Ever Had
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
All the trust we’ve built together,
Bonds developed from the start,
Have somehow been ripped in two,
Like you ripped apart my heart.

Funny how you think you know someone,
Because you lie beside them in bed,
But it’s only their words you’ll ever hear,
Not what goes on inside their head.

Now you tell me you want to leave,
With barely a spoken goodbye,
Taking your things and walking out,
And I’m left to wonder why.

Haven’t I been good to you?
So loving and so kind,
But you say you’re moving on,
Just leaving me behind.

I just have to try to realize,
To you I never really did belong,
This is something you had to do,
It’s nothing I did wrong.

So much may happen in life,
So much I’ll never understand,
So many things I’ve had to deal with,
So much of it unplanned.

I just hope someday you realize,
As you’re sitting alone and sad,
That the one you chose to leave,
Was the best you ever had.

04-20-10.
The twelfth published 67Goat poem, and easily one of my most popular...definitely in the top five, probably just after "We Started As Friends" which is really the only one anyone ever writes me about...:)
Nov 2011 · 783
Nancy
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
How did you know I needed you?
That I really needed someone new,
How did you know I was alone?
When suddenly you came along.
Did you know you’d brighten my day?
That I really needed a friend today,
Did you really know it’s been a while?
That I have seen so bright a smile,
It’s been so long since I could share,
Time with someone for which I care,
I think we can both shed our past,
And make this thing really last
It’s been way too long since I felt like this,
A natural high, a state of bliss,
To be with someone who can understand,
The simple pleasure of holding your hand,
And after years of perpetual night,
Suddenly the future looks bright,
You brought me up from an all time low,
You came just in time, but how did you know?

04-22-10.
I met Nancy April 10, 2010...the day after her 53rd birthday btw...and she would become my muse, so to speak, for some of my best poems...this is not one of them really, but it is a start...
Nov 2011 · 2.1k
Peg Leg Peg
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
There was a girl named Peg Leg Peg,
Called her that because of her wooden leg,
She was known as the best in town,
Guys would come from miles around,
You see, Peg’s leg could detach,
For better access to her ******,
And though it wasn’t ***** that bite,
There was the occasional termite,
But this did not seem to deter,
All the guys who called on her,
And though there were occasional cracks,
About how she held her stockings up with tacks,
All the guys would practically beg,
To put another notch in Peggy’s leg.

04-19-10.
This was one of a few poems I wrote that were originally posted under the name BrianDamage...if you read some of the things I posted under that name, you'd know why that name seems more than apt...:)
Nov 2011 · 1.0k
I Married A Hooker
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
I met a girl who walked the street,
I have to say she really looked sweet,
Tight skirt of leather and lace,
Long hair framed a pretty face,
Didn't take much more than a glance,
To realize I wanted to get into her pants,
Next time I saw her walking by,
I chugged my beer and went over to say 'Hi,'
She asked me if I wanted to go out,
What she did for a living, there was no doubt,
Just to make sure there is no misconception,
I normally don't pay, this was an exception,
The girl looked so fine and seemed so nice,
I figured she might be worth the price,
So I headed home in a mad dash,
Reached into a drawer and grabbed some cash,
I went back and grabbed her by the hand,
Fully expecting a one night stand,
The first time we rented a room,
It was quick, just 'bing, bam, boom,'
But we started meeting here and there,
It soon becoming a regular affair,
Got to a point where it was 'What the heck?'
I should just sign and give her my check,
But this girl could really do it all,
And for her I was starting to fall,
Though of her skills I never got bored,
She was a bit more than I could afford,
But, if she really wanted more,
I was prepared to rob a store,
Though she was a really great lay,
I just could no longer afford to pay,
So I figured if I have to pay for every lick,
It might be cheaper to marry the chick,
But when my friends comment 'Your wife's a looker,'
I hate to admit I married a ******.

04-13-10.
Yeah, more *** and humor...what else is new?
Nov 2011 · 9.6k
Seduction
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
Seduction is a mighty word,
As powerful as you’ve ever heard,
Starting out with a simple glance,
Will not end till they’re in your pants,
Telling you everything you want to hear,
Slowly calming your every fear,
They’ll slowly get into your head,
Until they get you into bed.

Seduction is a mighty tool,
Can make you act just like a fool,
More powerful than any drink,
Once it starts no time to think,
Pretty soon time will tell,
If you fall under their spell,
Yes, seduction is a mighty word,
As powerful as you’ve ever heard.

04-01-10.
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
You asked me if I think of you,
You know, my Love I always do,
And even though I can't be there,
I want you to know I'll always care.

So much in my life has recently changed,
Everything seemingly rearranged,
Until I get it all on track,
I don't know when I will be back.

And though I sleep alone at night,
Without you, my Love to hold me tight,
And though I sleep with the stars overhead,
I'd rather be home sharing your bed.

But I hope it's understood,
I'd be there with you if I could,
And though the distance keeps us apart,
You will always be here in my heart.

04-06-10.
The eleventh 67Goat poem, and the first time I've actually written a response to one of my own poems...though this seems to be slightly more well-liked than "Long Distance Love"...
Nov 2011 · 1.2k
Long Distance Love
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
Long distance love, how are you?
Are you thinking of me too?
I thought about you again today,
Just hoping that you are okay,
Can’t you please pick up the phone?
As I sit here all alone.

Long distance love, do you recall?
The times it seemed we had it all,
The times we thought would never end,
But now I need more than a friend,
Everything could be so right,
If you would just come home tonight.

Long distance love, can’t you see?
How much you really mean to me,
Sometimes it seems to be my fate,
To have to sit at home and wait,
But if this is what I have to do,
I will always be here for you.

04-01-10.
OK, so this is the tenth 67Goat poem...and the follow up would be the first time I've actually responded to one of my own poems...
Nov 2011 · 837
Only One
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
Of all the girls I've held and kissed,
Very few I've truly missed,
Even less have held my heart,
During the times we were apart,
Rare are the ones that make me yearn,
Or make my passions truly burn,
Few are the ones that felt so right,
As we held each other through the night,
But after all is said and done,
For me there can be only one,
And of all my loves from the past,
Only one can truly last,
For, of all the girls that I once knew,
Only one I've loved like you.

03-25-10.
Yes, it's another 67Goat poem...in this case the ninth...Gary is just such a romantic guy...:)
Nov 2011 · 2.1k
Ode To The Lap Dance
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
Went to the local go-go to see what’s shaking,
Found me a hottie who was really quaking,
Moving to the music, the pulsing beat,
This young beauty was light on her feet,
Back arched, legs high in the air,
As I sat with my drink, I just had to stare,
This young thing was really on fire,
So much energy, seemed she’d never tire,
She soon had the crowd eating out of her hand,
Watching her was more than I could stand,
I then called over the cocktail waitress,
A hot looking babe in a tight mini-dress,
I said to her, ‘Get the lady a drink.’
Buying some time, I started to think,
This little dancer just looked so fine,
I had to walk over and throw her a line,
I see you’re a girl who likes to climb poles,
Well, I’m a guy who likes to fill holes,
If you’re a girl who likes to dance,
I got a pole hiding in my pants,
She got on my lap with that big behind,
Moving to the beat, she started to grind,
Working her body nice and slow,
The tent in my pants starting to grow,
I reached forward and grabbed her ****,
As she reached down and stroked my nut,
As I reached forward and stroked her thigh,
She glanced back and looked me in the eye,
She looked at me and called me ‘Honey.’
Pretty soon I had spent all my money,
I left the bar completely broke,
Had to go home and start to stroke,
But I’ll never forget that hot looking chick,
Who left me broke and stroking my ****.

03-27-10.
Not sure if this is really "explicit" but best err on the side of caution...just another little humorous ditty with ****** overtones...
Nov 2011 · 899
Passions Deep
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
Your passion burns so very deep,
Like secret dreams when you sleep,
The passion burns so deep inside,
Such deep desires that you hide,
What can I do, what can I say?
Let your passion come out and play.

Like a wild, caged up beast,
Your passions need to be released,
Will it take a kiss to your lips?
Or the gentle touch of my fingertips,
I want you in my arms to hold,
As your passions start to unfold.

You've hid your passion for too long,
Now in my arms is where you belong,
As we hold each other close and tight,
And enter into this passionate night,
Something that is so long overdue,
Time to release the passionate you.

03-29-10.
Nov 2011 · 924
Under Darkness Of Night
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
Sounds of yelling from a row house blare,
No one hears, does anyone care?
The yelling soon turns into a fight,
But no one hears under darkness of night.

A teenage girl works the street,
Hoping to pay for something to eat,
She knows in her heart it just ain’t right,
But no one notices under darkness of night.

A young man sits on a bench all alone,
His clothes are all he can call his own,
He can’t find work and money is tight,
But no one sees under darkness of night.

So many people, so many fears,
So much sorrow, too many tears,
Happiness long ago gave way to plight,
But no one cares under darkness of night.

03-25-10.
Dark, but not too dark...
Nov 2011 · 561
St. Pat's Day Surprise
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
I went out to an Irish bar,
No big deal, it wasn't far,
To see if I could get a lay,
A little something for St. Patrick's day,
A spotted a fine lass drinking green beer,
So I leaned and whispered in her ear,
Something about how I liked her face,
And would she come back to my place,
She was so drunk she actually agreed,
To follow me home and fill my need,
I was so excited as we started to strip,
My head in a whirl, my mind starting to flip,
But when I saw her naked I started to blink,
Should I believe my eyes I started to think,
I stared at the strangest sight I have seen,
For St. Pat's she had dyed her hair green,
Though what she did seemed beyond belief,
I did end up that night having green teeth.

03-17-10.
Just a little *** and humor for St. Patrick's Day...I wrote this for my friends over on Lush Stories...I'm DirtyMartini over there, btw...:)
Nov 2011 · 2.2k
Master At Your Craft
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
You're truly a master at your craft,
The way you hold and stroke my shaft,
The way your tongue starts to glide,
Along my sensitive underside,
The way you look up with your big, dark eyes,
As your head is bobbing between my thighs,
The way you gently massage the tip,
With your soft tongue and lower lip,
Girl, you make me want to scream,
As you start to lap up all my cream,
Girl you make me want to cry,
As you **** my big member dry,
I don't want you to ever stop,
Till you lap up every single drop,
Girl, I'm glad it's you I know,
A girl who really knows how to blow.

12-27-09.
I would call this an ****** poem...sort of the companion to "Going Down Slow"...wouldn't you say?
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
Of all the things we celebrate,
There is one very special date,
That special day when vows were said,
Our special day when we were wed.

Of you my love, I was so fond,
To want to start a lasting bond,
It was a sunny Saturday in May,
That day we call our special day.

I still recall your walk up the aisle,
As you gave to me a secret smile,
I could not help but feel so proud,
The luckiest man in the crowd.

As I stood and held your hand,
I really began to understand,
For when we two were joined as one,
A whole new life had just begun.

And when they said to kiss the bride,
I felt so very proud deep inside,
Knowing that we'd be sharing a life,
You and me as man and wife.

And looking back upon it all,
It's the good times I recall,
And if you asked me to do it again,
You'd just have to tell me when.

So now that it's our anniversary day,
There's just some words I'd like to say,
Everyday my love grows more and more,
Even more today than the day before.

And since I am so very blessed,
To be with the girl who is the best,
Once again I'd like to say,
Happy Anniversary Day.

03-03-10.
The eighth published 67Goat poem...Gary mentioned his upcoming anniversary in my story "****** Healing" which is my most popular short story, btw...and I just thought he needed a poem for his wife...:)
Nov 2011 · 1.8k
You'll Never Know
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
The snow falls gently on a winter's night,
But inside by the fire I hold you tight,
As the burning flames start to dance,
My thoughts of you turn to romance,
In the light of the evening fire's glow,
How much I love you, you'll never know.

Though it's cold outside, it's warm in here,
And the one I love I'm holding near,
Snow may fall but I don't mind the weather,
As long as you and I can be together,
The night is young and we've nowhere to go,
How much I love you, you'll never know.

We don't care about the winter storm,
Nestled with you, it's cozy and warm,
The storm may rage and the snow come down,
But as long as I've you to wrap my arms around,
The snow can fall and the four winds blow,
How much I love you, you'll never know.

Later on we'll retire to our room,
Hoping to relieve our winter gloom,
Replacing the cold with our own little fire,
Of being with you I can never tire,
But as much as I set your passions aglow,
How much I love you, you'll never know.

03-02-10.
Looked out the window at the snow and wrote this...yeah, that simple...
Nov 2011 · 859
Leave Me Hanging
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
I started a chat with a girl online,
Hoping to have me a really good time,
Things started out pretty slow,
Just some small talk after we said 'Hello,'
After a while we picked up the pace,
After my thoughts started to race,
I started asking stuff like What you got on?'
Did you say ******* or was that a thong?
I told the girl if she would give me head,
I could sure find a place for her in my bed.
The conversation went from How you doing?'
To you're the one I'd like to be *******,
As we really started to turn up the heat,
I could not help start stroking' my meat,
She said she was so wet she was starting to drip,
I tell you people my mind was starting to flip,
It got past the point of no return,
Something inside was starting to burn,
I said Hey girl there's no turning back,'
You and me should be in the sack,
I suggested we should get together,
You know I'd come out in any weather,
Just when I thought there was a chance,
And I should get up and put on my pants,
The girl told me she had to book,
Her husband came home and she has to cook,
So instead of the one that I'd be banging,
She turned out to be the one to leave me hanging.

03-04-10.
Just one of many little ditties I've written that combine humor and ***...:)
Nov 2011 · 863
For Dana (1966-2006)
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
I see a girl with long blond hair,
So much like yours I stop and stare,
With a quizzical look she walks away,
I just stand there with nothing to say,
So many girls remind me of you,
How they move, the things they do.

I watch the sun set in the sky,
Reminding me of times gone by,
How we sat on the beach hand in hand,
Us two lovers sitting on the sand,
So many things remind me of you,
Of days gone by, when we were two.

I miss you more than you'll ever know,
I'll never understand why you had to go,
Sometimes it seems likes some kind of test,
How Heaven only takes the best,
But understand though we're apart,
You will always remain in my heart.

02-24-10.
Written for my fiance who died of a heart attack shortly after her fortieth birthday...
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
Sitting with you right next to me,
Nowhere in the world I’d rather be,
Your every move brings a smile to my face,
With your awesome beauty and natural grace,
I enjoy being with you day and night,
Being with you just feels so right.

Of all the loves I have known,
None have the kindness you have shown,
None have the charms that you possess,
None can match your soft caress,
None can match the joy you bring,
None can cause my heart to sing.

Of all the loves who have come my way,
None can match the passion you display,
None can speak the words that always sound right,
None can match the feeling when you hold me tight,
None can match your special charms,
When you hold me tight in your arms.

That’s why I know I have found the one,
A special love that is second to none,
I know in my heart that you feel it too,
That’s why my heart is my gift to you,
I just need to write this so I can say,
To my special love, Happy Valentine’s Day.

02-14-10.
Nov 2011 · 503
Though Seasons Pass
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
Though seasons pass and years go by,
They will not stop the tears I cry,
And though may fall the gentle rain,
It will not wash away my pain,
And though there may be a tomorrow,
It will not take away my sorrow,
For when you and I became apart,
You took a piece of my broken heart,
I only ask that you give it back,
So I can get my life on track,
And I can somehow heal this broken heart,
And somehow make a brand new start,
I don’t think this is much to ask,
A very simple little task,
So my poor heart can somehow mend,
And I can start to live again.

02-12-10.
This cheerful little number is the seventh of the 67Goat poems...
Nov 2011 · 721
How Do You Know?
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
How do you know when you’ve found the one?
How do you know that your search is done?
Is it something she says, is it in her talk?
Or the way she moves, is it in her walk?
Or is it in her touch, her soft caress?
Or what she wears, is it in her dress?
Or is it what she thinks, is it in her mind?
Or how she treats you, by being so kind?
It’s all of the above, and yet so much more,
When you’ve found the love you’ve been searching for,
When you find the girl that won your heart,
Your heart will ache, when you’re apart,
You need to tell her when you’re alone,
You need to call her, to pick up the phone,
Just to tell her the words she longs to hear,
How much you miss her and wish she was near,
How lovely her voice sounds on the line,
How knowing she’s yours makes you feel fine,
When she’s in your thoughts both day and night,
When being around her just feels so right,
When you fit together like a hand in a glove,
Then you know you’ve found your love,
Then you know you’ve found the one,
Then you know that your search is done.

02-03-10.
The sixth poem originally posted under 67Goat...not one of my best, I agree, and was hesitant to publish it at first, but then what the heck...
Nov 2011 · 640
The Birth Of Our Son
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
Of all the things you've given to me,
As proof that the best things really are free,
If I had to narrow it down to one,
It would be the birth of our only son.

Watching him smile I become elated,
At the sight of the life we have created,
Our unimaginable pride and joy,
Disguised as a playful little boy.

When I gaze into his eyes of blue,
I cannot help but think of you,
For that and his curly locks of hair,
Are just two features you two share.

I see you in his playful walk,
I hear you in his playful talk,
I've you to thank, my loving wife,
For giving me this new life.

If anyone ever needs proof of our love,
There's no need to look to Heaven above,
Because Heaven is right here on this Earth,
In the eyes of the child you've given birth.

And some day when we are long gone,
Our love will surely always live on,
In the product of a love beyond compare,
Our playful, little, special heir.

02-26-10.
The fifth poem originally posted under 67Goat...
Nov 2011 · 755
If
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
If
If I called you up in the middle of the night,
To tell you something is just not right,
How would you act, what would you do?
Would you take the time to talk me through?
Or would you tell me it's way too late,
That my problems just have to wait,
How would you act, what would you do?
If I were to really need you.

If I were to show up at your door one day,
What would you do, what would you say?
Would you take me in and keep me warm?
Or leave me out there in the storm?
Or would you tell me you're busy and to go away,
That I should come back some other day,
How would you act, what would you do?
If I were to really need you.

Sometimes I just need to know you care,
Just need to know you'll always be there,
Just a few loving words may be all it takes,
To cure my heart when it aches,
But I need to know that your love is true,
That you'll always love me like I love you,
How would you act, what would you do?
If I were to really need you.

02-11-10.
The fourth poem originally posted under 67Goat...and by far, one of my most popular...
Nov 2011 · 1.3k
Just Two Lovers On The Beach
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
The stars above dot the midnight sky,
As the full moon castes a watchful eye,
As we walk along the deserted sand,
Our arms swing gently, hand in hand,
I cannot help but stop and stare,
As the moonlight shines in your hair,
As the stars alight your pretty face,
I feel my heartbeat start to race,
Without another soul around,
We lay our blanket on the ground,
As I watch the starlight reflect in your eyes,
Like the tide around us, my passions rise,
Our bodies together, we begin to lock,
Like a ship that's nestled in it's dock,
Surrounded by nothing but the stormy sea,
Soon we are the lovers we long to be,
As we join together we begin to ride,
Like a boat set sail amongst the tide,
Our bodies entwined in constant motion,
Like a ship set sail on a stormy ocean,
Your pleasure in waves as you call for more,
Like the waves crashing into the shore,
When it's over we keep each other warm,
Calming, like the sea after a storm,
We lie together in each others reach,
Just two lovers on the beach.

01-26-10.
The third poem originally posted under 67Goat...note the nautical theme...:)
Nov 2011 · 613
To My Wife
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
Looking back on the time we shared,
Nothing else in my life has compared,
Ever since that day we walked down the aisle,
We have walked together for many a mile,
Joined together hand in hand,
Part of some much larger plan,
You have brought to my world such sheer delight,
Making my time on earth so sunny and bright,
I am so thankful for the time we spend,
Time together I hope will never end,
From the first time I saw your face,
I knew you were my saving grace,
Like a drowning man who’s been thrown a rope,
You’ve provided me such unending hope,
Casting my loneliness to the side,
Never once breaking your stride,
Like a gift from Heaven above,
I’m so thankful for your love,
A true love that will never fade,
I’m thankful for the love we made,
All the times we held each other tight,
Making love with all our might,
A special dance between the covers,
That could only be done by true lovers,
Thankful I have you to hug and hold,
Thankful for the passion you let unfold,
I pray this time with you will never end,
For it is time spent with my best friend,
So thankful for the joy you bring,
Symbolized by a wedding ring,
I know the best is yet to come,
Though we are two, we think as one,
For no matter what the future may bring,
I am proud it is you who wears my ring.

01-19-10.
The second poem originally posted under 67Goat...
Nov 2011 · 2.8k
Size Does Matter
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
Size Does Matter**

Size does matter, if you’re a car,
A bigger engine will take you real far,
Size does matter that’s understood,
When we’re talking about what’s under the hood,
You need lots of power to make those tires squeal,
But when we’re talking about women it’s a whole other deal,
Because size matters when racing on a track,
But in the bedroom it’s the motion in your back,
Because in a hotrod, you better have a big block,
But to a woman, it’s how you use your ****,
Because in the bedroom it isn’t a race,
To put that look of delight on her face,
Because in a car you need a big engine for motion,
But in romance, it’s love and devotion,
So where size matters on a drag strip,
In love it’s a whole other trip,
In a car you want it to go,
But in the bedroom, you best take it slow,
It’s no race to cross the finish line,
Take it slow and you’ll do just fine,
So remember you’re a man not a car,
Do things right and you will be her star,
Because it doesn’t take power and speed,
To satisfy a woman’s every need,
Be honest and kind and tell her no lies,
And you’ll be the man to win first prize,
Too much worry about the size of your tool,
Only makes you look like a fool,
So if you don’t learn to do what you can,
She might go out and find another man,
Because size may matter for spinning your tires,
But it takes a real man to satisfy a woman’s desires,
And if you can’t do it she’ll go out and find,
Another man who’s loving and kind,
While you're all alone worrying about size,
She’ll be out with some other guys,
Who may not do as well on the drag strip,
But got your woman doing a flip,
So size may help you racing on the streets,
But it ain’t gonna help you between the sheets.

01-13-10.
I had started writing a series of stories and poems told from the perspective of my older friend Gary, and all originally posted under 67Goat...this was the first of the poems, and I have to say, the 67Goat stuff would prove to be my most popular...this is just a start...
Nov 2011 · 683
I Thank You
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
I thank you for letting me love you,

I thank you for letting me know your arms,
Your gentle touch, your delicate charms,

Your special smile you give to me,
For all the love you give for free,

For being there to understand,
For letting me hold your hand,

For making me feel I’m the one,
You want to be with when the day is done,

For showing me how much you care,
For when I need you, just being there,

I thank you for letting me love you.
I thank you.

01-03-10.
Another love poem which probably should serve as a reminder why I shouldn't write any more rhyming love poems...
Nov 2011 · 2.1k
I'd Do It For You
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
I spotted you as you entered the room,
Found your friends and took your seat,
My mind captivated by your charms,
You were someone I just had to meet.

I mentally rehearsed my lines,
As I wandered over to say hello,
I just had to give it a shot,
For you I surely needed to know.

You smiled at me as I approached,
Your eyes sparkled in the light,
Looking even better as I got close,
Everything just felt so right.

We talked as if we had met before,
We both felt at ease from the start,
Your beauty and charm held my gaze,
As you worked your way into my heart.

Time passed quickly as we continued to talk,
We were both having such a ball,
It was little surprise when I suggested a date,
You gave me your number and told me to call.

Quite elated when I went home that night,
As I lie awake in bed,
I could not help but think of you,
Or get you out of my head.

Knowing soon we’d meet again,
Just the two of us, you and me,
Just pass the time over a bottle of wine,
And discuss what we could be.

I call you up and arrange a date,
Dinner at a local romantic place,
As I drive on over to pick you up,
I’m imagining your lovely face.

When I get to your house and ring your bell,
You greet me at the door,
I can’t help but think of how good you look,
Or of what may lie in store.

I open the door as you get in the car,
We drive to the eating spot,
I can’t help but glance over at you,
Thinking how you look so hot.

We park the car and I walk you on in,
Taking your soft hand in mine,
I can’t help but feel so very proud,
To be with a girl so fine.

The hostess shows us to our seats,
A quiet table just for two,
I can’t help but think how good it feels,
To be with a pretty girl just like you.

The conversation begins to flow,
Just like it had before,
Soon the jokes and laughs begin,
Of you I never bore.

The waitress comes to take our order,
For our drinks and our food,
Your eyes reflect the candlelight,
Which sets a romantic mood.

In a little while our dinner is served,
Everything is just right,
Again I notice how lovely you look,
In the soft candlelight.

When we finish and the table cleared,
We talk as I stare at your pretty face,
I want my time with you to continue,
So I suggest we go to another place.

We agree to go to a local nightclub,
To enjoy dancing and a band,
We make our way from the table,
As I offer you my hand.

When we get outside, under the moon,
It’s hard for me to not stare,
As you look so lovely in the moonlight,
Reflected in your hair.

We get to the club just across town,
We walk hand in hand to the door,
Again my mind is starting to race,
With thoughts of what’s in store.

As we enter into the crowded room,
Once again I feel so proud,
To be with the prettiest girl of all,
The finest in the crowd.

We wander over to the bar,
And find ourselves a seat,
But pretty soon we’re on the floor,
Both moving to the beat.

Your arms around me as we move,
Holding me so tight,
I can’t recall a single thing,
That ever felt so right.

Our movements locked together,
As if they seemed to rhyme,
Our bodies dancing cheek to cheek,
Just two partners in crime.

While moving to the music,
Bodies in a gentle sway,
No words needed to be spoken,
Nothing we needed to say.

Our undulating motions,
Hip to hip we were wed,
Had more to say than any tale,
Or mere words ever said.

Our continued rhyming movements,
Thinly disguised as dance,
Told of a story yet to be told,
Hinted at future romance.

As we danced away the evening,
Generating a lover’s heat,
Once again our gazes locked,
And our eyes again did meet.

We both knew we had to move along,
As we gazed in each other’s face,
After a few loving words exchanged,
You suggested we go to your place.

Hand in hand we ran back outside,
Like teenagers on a date,
Both knowing there was more to come,
An inescapable fate.

Once again we went to the car,
And made that fateful drive,
Both of us thinking the same thing,
Both anxious to arrive.

We parked the car in your driveway,
After what seemed such a long ride,
We got to the door as you got your key,
We both ran to get inside.

Once inside our passions soared,
As our eyes again did meet,
What mutual attraction had started,
Ended in kisses so sweet.

We kissed and touched that lovely night,
As fires began to burn,
Both wanting to find the things,
For which we both did yearn.

Fondling like kids on a date,
With more touching and soft caress,
We lead each other up the stairs,
Both starting to undress.

We stand before each other face-to-face,
And pull each other tight,
I hold you close as we lock lips,
With a teasing little bite.

Finally away from the maddening crowd,
So glad we are alone,
I continue kissing down your neck,
As you softly emit a moan.

I continue with my soft kisses,
Going down your chest,
Taking my sweet time as I stop,
To ****** your breast.

I give attention to each ******,
A soft delicate bite,
Again you emit a soft moan,
As you savor your delight.

I continue with my advances,
Working carefully with my lips,
What I don’t get with my mouth,
I touch with my fingertips.

I slowly move my hand downward,
Towards the waiting prize,
As I slowly move my fingers,
Between your creamy thighs.

My head moves slowly lower,
Slowly heading south,
What I miss with my fingertips,
I handle with my mouth.

My fingers enter your waiting canal,
I gently start to pet,
My attention seems to be working,
You seem to be quite wet.

I see where more attention is needed,
As I hold you by the hips,
I bring my head closer to better serve,
As I start to lick your lips.

As I continue my *******,
You are starting to squirm,
Still holding you tight,
My tool is getting firm.

Your arousal undeniable,
Your moans soft and low,
You respond to my every touch,
As your juices start to flow.

I position myself between your legs,
As I spread them nice and wide,
I gently position my engorged tip,
As I prepare to go inside.

I slowly enter your waiting canal,
It feels so soft and tight,
I start to push my way on in,
Soon with all my might.

My motions start to escalate,
Soon I‘m on a roll,
My pumping takes on a new zest,
As I start to lose control.

I start to pump, I start to ****,
Soon I start to pound,
I’m getting my daily exercise,
Entering your mound.

I’m a man on fire, I’ll never tire,
Doing everything I can,
I want to be your lover,
I want to be your man.

Soon I explode as I shoot my load,
I fill you with my cream,
You call my name, as you came,
Like a perfect dream.

We take it in stride, this perfect ride,
We were privileged to share tonight,
Soon we are lying side by side,
Under the soft candlelight.

Again we talk of the moment we shared,
What brought us together in this special time,
And how we became the perfect pair,
Like partners in the perfect crime.

We lie side by side talking for hours,
And agree that we should do this again,
Making plans for our near future,
Talking about our where and when.

Talking about how fate brought us together,
Like two passing ships in the night,
How just a casual glance could bring,
On something that just felt so right.

How two people once so apart,
Could somehow meet as we have done,
Could spend a simple evening together,
And somehow join together as one.

We discuss our special circumstance,
Was it luck, or just some chance?
That two people should happen to meet,
And make each other so complete.

Like two ships that pass in the night,
We loved as one with all our might,
Because one of us took a chance,
We shared this special lover’s dance.

And knowing that we’ll do it again,
Just two creatures who became friends,
Who somehow shared a secret desire,
To dance amidst the raging fire.

And before their special evening was done,
Would dance together and become one,
And our dance amongst the raging light,
Would somehow become our special night.

A privileged dance few people share,
There’s nothing else that can compare,
And of all the gifts from up above,
There is nothing greater than the gift of love.

Of two people who laughed and dined,
Whose lives somehow intertwined,
And how perchance two lives could mesh,
And start off something so new and fresh.

And wipe away all the tears,
And wash away all the fears,
And wash away all the dirt,
And wipe away all the hurt.

Two ships just pass in the night,
Experiencing something that feels so right,
If there was only one thing I could do,
I would do this, I'd do it for you.

12-20-09.
A poem of hope...admittedly, a bit long and repetitive in spots...it was an attempt to tell a story in poem form, a ballad if you will...all 1600+ words...I did write a story based on this btw..."The New Year's Eve Dance" came out of this, so some good did come from it all...
Nov 2011 · 2.0k
I Often Wonder
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
I often wonder if what I feel,
Is just an illusion or something real,
For when these feelings begin to start,
I wonder if they’ll break my heart,
Or will they stoke the burning fires,
That masquerade as my desires,
And turn my inner burning lust,
Into something built on trust,
Because these fires always burn,
And so it seems I’ll never learn,
For when these feelings do begin,
I always seem to dive right in,
Again I’ll get my just desserts,
All the heartbreaks and the hurts,
Again I’ll heed this passion call,
And again in love I will fall,
And should this love come to an end,
I hope my heart will somehow mend,
So I can pick myself up off the floor,
And fall in love, again once more.

12-21-09.
I'd have to say this is a fairly well liked poem...heck, I even like this one myself...
Nov 2011 · 583
Of This You Can Be Sure
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
The summer sun rises over the hills,
With a beauty and certain grace,
But it cannot compete with the beauty of you,
Or the beauty of your face.

The falling snow in wintertime,
Makes everything look so new,
But it cannot compare with the beauty,
The beauty that is you.

The birds in springtime sing their song,
So sweetly and so pure,
But they cannot compare with your sweet words,
Of this you can be sure.

The colorful leaves on autumn trees,
All covered with morning dew,
May be glorious in their beauty,
But are nothing compared to you.

All the wonders on this fine earth,
And the glory of up above,
Are nothing compared to your sweet charms,
Or the beauty of your love.

12-18-09.
Nov 2011 · 741
You Can Believe
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
When something deep inside you dies,
When people around don’t hear your cries,
When sadness starts to fill your dreams,
When something deep inside you screams,
When loneliness overtakes your heart,
And anger starts to tear you apart,
That’s when I’ll be by your side,
To make your fears run and hide,
To help you make it through the night,
To tell you everything will be alright,
To be there for you night and day,
Driving all your worries away,
To hold you tight and keep you warm,
To guide you through that raging storm,
I’ll be there always and never leave,
For in my love you can believe.

11-10-09.
Yeah, the third poem from my story "Merry Christmas, Baby" along with "Love Can" and "Precious"...
Nov 2011 · 912
Life Is What It Seems
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
Outside in the **** stained hall,
A ******* leans on a ***** wall.
Inside I rest my head,
On a ***** mattress I call a bed.
***** clothes out to the door,
Empty bottles on the floor.

In the streets a car honks it's horn,
Down the hall a baby is born.
In the bar people drown their sorrow,
Got no hope for tomorrow.
Rain coming down from the sky,
Falling hard, like the tears I cry.

I had dreams once, like the rest,
Worked real hard, did my best.
Been so long, I forgot those dreams,
Sometimes life is what it seems.

My friends are the people of the streets,
Hustling hard for their daily eats.
Most people walk and pass us by,
Never stop to wonder why.
Living breathing human beings,
Sometimes life is what it seems.

2009.
Yeah, sometimes life is what it seems...not very cheerful, I know...actually it says 2009, but I have a feeling this one is older...
Nov 2011 · 2.4k
Going Down Slow
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
Part your legs I’m going down slow,
Tonight you’ll be my little **,
I stick my tongue between your lips,
As I hold you firm by the hips,
On your back, feet in the air,
My mouth is buried in your hair,
I take my time as I lick your mound,
My tongue going slowly up and down,
I **** your button as your juices flow,
As I slowly make your arousal grow,
I can clearly hear your moans and sighs,
As I work my magic between your thighs,
Your hips bucking as you squirm about,
You start to scream, my name you shout,
I drive you wild as you shout my name,
Cause I’m the reason that you came,
I’m the only one you need to know,
The guy who licks you nice and slow.

10-27-09.
Inspired by that old blues song of the same name...a bit of classic poetry for your reading pleasure...
Nov 2011 · 2.1k
Two Unite As One
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
It starts with a look you caste my way,
There are no words we need to say,
I always know that certain look,
We know each other like a book,
Next you reach out with your gentle touch,
That says you want me very much,
Soft kisses and a warm embrace,
As I stare into your pretty face,
I lean in closer as our lips meet,
Where we touch, I feel the heat,
Lovingly we start to undress,
As exploring hands start to caress,
Delicately kissing every inch of flesh,
Our wanting bodies start to mesh,
Passion overtakes mere desire,
Our inner heat turns to fire,
As every inch I begin to explore,
You softly moan and call for more,
As your sweet juices start to flow,
My engorged member starts to grow,
You open your legs in a show of trust,
As we join together I start to ******,
Our tension builds as we unite,
Your legs around me holding tight,
Nestled between your creamy thighs,
Your soft moans turn to cries,
Our ***** passion begins to explode,
You scream in pleasure as I shoot my load,
Afterwards we lie side by side,
Coming down from our wild ride,
Once again we enjoy our touch,
Loving each other, very much,
Savoring the moments, after we’re done,
Of when two people, unite as one.

10-27-09.
Written the same day as "Going Down Slow" actually, this is probably my most popular ****** poem...
Nov 2011 · 1.2k
Cannot Reach Me
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
All the strife and pending doom,
A world outside filled with gloom,
Cannot reach me in my room.
People I meet are so unkind,
They try to sever the ties that bind,
But none can reach me in my mind.
So much pain, trouble and woe,
No escape, nowhere to go,
They cannot reach into my soul.
Pain that sears like a poison dart,
Lovers that try to tear us apart,
None can reach into my heart.
From a world of jealousy and pride,
I shield myself and try to hide,
Never letting anyone see inside.

10-30-09.
Nov 2011 · 966
Go Get Some
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
So, you’re looking for another rhyme,
Don’t know if I can do it this time,
I tried to think of something hot,
Something with a ***** plot,
Something you can read and ****,
But my mind simply came up blank,
So instead of reading some ***** poem,
While you’re sitting back at home,
Take a trip into the city,
Where you may find some real kitty,
Cause *** isn’t just to read about,
It’s something I can’t do without,
Cash your check when you get paid,
Go outside and actually get laid,
So instead of reading and stroking your ****,
Go into town and get a chick.

10-28-09.
A hint of humor here...and probably some good advice...
Nov 2011 · 609
Another Day
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
Crazy people scream in vain,
Scream for blood, curse the rain.
Useless beings line the halls,
Ugly pictures on the walls.
Another job that I'll hate,
Not gonna argue with my fate.

Another girl calls me honey,
As she asks if I have any money.
Politicians run the state,
Preachin' love, rule with hate.
Another kid goes off to die,
Everyone too busy to ask why.

Another day don't ask why,
Another reason to get high.
Get a job and settle down,
In a few years you'll be in the ground.

Another religion promises to save me,
From the ones that already slave me,
Another car that just won't run,
Another cop plays with his gun.
Another road comes to an end,
Another user calls me friend.
This is old...just saying...:)
Nov 2011 · 1.0k
Precious
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
Precious are the moments that we share,
Gentle is the touch that shows you care,
Precious are the days we spend hand in hand,
You always there to listen and understand,
Precious are the nights with you by my side,
Making all my fears go run and hide,
Precious are the minutes, hours and days,
For you are the one I will love always,
Precious are the glances you cast my way,
Reminding me that, it is here I will stay.

The time we spend is so precious to me,
There is no other place I’d rather be,
Having you to hug and to hold,
Always together, as we grow old,
Our lives together, so intertwined,
We walk together, your hand in mine,
Every waking moment, I think of you,
Our time together, seems so new,
We’ll always be together and never part,
For precious is the one who stole my heart.

10-23-09.
Another of the poems I stuck in my story "Merry Christmas, Baby" in late 2009...
Nov 2011 · 661
Love Can
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
Love can be like water to a fish,
Love can grant your every wish.
Love can be like a bird in flight,
Love can turn darkness into light.
Love can drive away your fear,
Love can always keep me near.
Love can make you want to live,
Love can make you want to give.

I look at you and our fingers touch,
I know it is you I love so much.
It is my love for you that I feel,
My love for you is so very real.
My love has no beginning, it has no end,
On my love you can always depend.
Of my true love there can be no doubt,
For you my dear, I can’t live without.

10-25-09.
Maybe not one of the finest love poems you've ever read, but I did use it in a Christmas story which won me $100 in late 2009...so, it's all good...
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