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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...:)
1.6k · Jan 2012
The Jerk At Work
Alan W Jankowski Jan 2012
My job I really don’t mind,
It’s the people and the work,
Especially the guy next to me,
Who personifies the word “****.”

I wish he would do something,
Anything to earn his pay,
Instead he just gets on my nerves,
And my nerves are starting to fray.

This **** is looking for a better job,
And keeps asking me for advice,
Do I look like a Google search bar?
But instead I just try to be nice.

He actually asked me for a referral,
And I looked at him just fine,
I’d like to give him a referral alright,
To the unemployment line.

This ***** better start to realize,
And I hope he does somehow,
That the next job he’ll be applying for,
May be the one he’s holding now.

02-04-11.
This one was inspired by a comment a ******* another site made about a co-worker...it was not actually written about one of my co-workers, past or present...though it could have...
1.5k · Nov 2012
Poetry Contests
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2012
I have entered so many contests,
And I’m starting to wonder why,
Just sitting here thinking about it,
Makes me want to cry.

I always try to do my best,
To make my words compelling,
I make sure not to use text speak,
And I even check my spelling.

But it seems that whatever I do,
My words just get neglected,
And though I start with high hopes,
I always end up feeling rejected.

I wish I knew the judge’s address,
Or at least of their PayPal account,
Then I could at least send them a bribe,
Just tell me the correct amount.

Just once I’d like a great big trophy,
That I could stand up on the floor,
Or even just a paper certificate,
That I could put on the refrigerator door.

Just once I’d like to hold my head,
High above the crowd,
Be able to phone my mom,
And make her really proud.

But, now I enter another contest,
And I’ll probably crash and burn,
I should probably take up another hobby,
But, I guess I’ll never learn.

10-16-12.
This won a virtual first place trophy in a contest on a poetry site...the theme "poetry contests"...
Alan W Jankowski Sep 2014
I wish it could be different,
I wish there was another way,
If only for the sake of your children,
I would have liked to stay.

I came into your life a few years back,
When you were looking for a man,
I’ve tried to help anyway I could,
But I’ve done all that I can.

Your kids took to me from the start,
And they always called me ‘Dad.’
You even told me more than once,
That I was the best they ever had.

But you just used me from the start,
And there were signs along the way,
Cheating and lies, barely disguised,
It was the same thing every day.

I just can’t go on wasting my life,
Giving you my best years,
Too many nights I ended up alone,
Lord knows I’ve shed some tears.

Your daughter’s at a tender age,
And I hate to make her cry,
It’ll be years before she understands,
Why it has to be goodbye.

Tell your son I’ll miss him,
And tell your daughter too,
I’ll have to say very frankly,
I hope they don’t turn out like you.

I offered you my heart and soul,
And you left it on a shelf,
The time has finally come to pass,
For me to take care of myself.

Don’t bother trying to look for me,
For I’ll have somebody new,
The one thing I can say for sure,
Is that someone won’t be you.

09-23-14.
1.5k · Jan 2012
Paris Will Never Be The Same
Alan W Jankowski Jan 2012
I returned to Paris as in days gone by,
Now that I’m here, I’m not sure why,
For the city that once felt like home,
Is a joyless place when you’re alone.

I can’t help but recall the older days,
Of sipping wine in corner cafes,
Romantic dinners by candle light,
That lasted well into the night.

The walks along the river Seine,
Huddled together against the rain,
Hand in hand we’d stroll the street,
Stealing kisses, so discrete.

Now as I walk along the avenue,
I think about the times with you,
But the city we both loved so dear,
Is a lonely place without you here.

And though I yearn for the times of old,
Now the city just seems so cold,
I made my return but I’m sorry I came,
For Paris will never be the same.

04-12-11.
Paris will never be the same...Where is Paris anyway?  The 22nd 67Goat poem, for anyone counting...
1.4k · Jan 2012
My Love Did Sometimes Wander
Alan W Jankowski Jan 2012
My love did sometimes wander,
And my thoughts did often roam,
From the one who held them dear,
And gave my love a home.

But I was young and restless,
And my heart would long to play,
Never thinking of the one I’d hurt,
When my love would go astray.

They say if you play with fire,
You sometimes will get burned,
And though the lessons were often hard,
The lessons did get learned.

For I know my heart belongs right here,
With the one whose love is true,
And if my thoughts should wander again,
They will wander back to you.

01-20-11.
Just another poem of love, infidelity, commitment, remorse and whatever...
1.4k · Jan 2012
Let Me Be The One
Alan W Jankowski Jan 2012
When life hands you so much sorrow and pain,
And takes so much with little to gain,
You're like a train that somehow left the track,
Can we ever get the good times back?

Do you recall when the world was so new?
And there seemed no limit to what we could do,
Harking back to those simpler times,
Of children's books and nursery rhymes.

Can you remember those simple joys?
Childhood dreams and children's toys,
How did we ever lose our way?
Can we ever get back to that day?

Yet somehow those dreams all have faded,
Have we really become that jaded?
The only cure for lost love is a love that's new,
The only love that matters is a love that's true.

And here we are, two souls destined to meet,
Why should we ever accept defeat?
For us our lives have just begun,
We can do this together, let me be the one.

11-24-10.
Would you believe another love poem originally posted under 67Goat?  I thought so...the 20th actually...
1.4k · Feb 2016
She Fills My Loving Cup
Alan W Jankowski Feb 2016
She’s hot and wet when she greets me in the morning,
I know of no better way to wake up.
And when I need her she is always there,
She fills my loving cup.

It is an affair that has been going on for years,
And she will continue to comfort when I’m old.
When I am down she perks me up,
She warms me when I am cold.

Dark and bold she comes to me,
More beautiful than any sunrise.
Like a gypsy with her magic charms,
She has the power to open tired eyes.

Though some folks may criticize her,
Pointing out her mother’s a Columbian nut.
And yes, those South Americans are a bit hot-blooded,
But I just smile and say “So what?”

For coffee and I are partners in life,
From her I will never stray.
And should anyone try to get between us,
They will surely rue the day.

10-01-15.
I believe that more than a few here can relate to this one...
1.4k · Jan 2012
Them Poker Blues
Alan W Jankowski Jan 2012
Went to a casino the other day,
A game of hold 'em I was hopin' to play,
Entered the poker room and looked around,
Found me a seat and sat right down.

As I laid down my chips and started to play,
I hoped that luck would come my way,
For a while the cards were running cold,
Most of my moves were check and fold.

As the game continued on,
I realized half my chips were gone,
But before it could go from bad to worse,
I saw my luck was about to reverse.

For as I sat among those expressionless faces,
I was suddenly holding a pair of aces,
I knew the bank I soon would crack,
With this chance to win my money back.

As the dealer took three off the top,
And laid on down that three card flop,
My heart had suddenly started to sing,
As I saw on the table an ace and a king.

Now with aces three of a kind,
Thoughts of riches went through my mind,
With my luck now running hot,
I tossed a pile of chips in the ***.

As the dealer laid down another card,
Everybody stared real hard,
It was just me and another who called my bet,
And I didn't see him as a threat.

The final card thrown in the ring,
Happened to be another king,
Suddenly I couldn't help but gloat,
As I was holding a full boat.

With the full house I was holding,
There was no way I was folding,
With aces over I had to win,
So I decided I should go all-in.

For a moment I was in a daze,
As the other player called my raise,
But with confidence I began to stand,
And showed the full house in my hand.

The other player didn't say a word,
Sounds of silence was all that was heard,
As he exposed two kings, it really blew my mind,
My full house was beat by four of a kind.

I sat back down with a look of defeat,
After suffering such a bad beat,
And all my money having been spent,
I wondered how I'd pay the rent.

I thought of how I'd tell my wife,
And if she'd come after me with a knife,
I thought of ways to recoup my loss,
Like asking for an advance from my boss.

Lady Luck had done me wrong,
Left me singing this sad, sad song,
Some days you win, some days you lose,
Some days you sing them poker blues.

10-30-10a.
Don't you just hate when this happens, the sad tale of a "bad beat" and I'm sure some of you Hold 'em players can relate...I might try putting this one to music someday, if I feel real ambitious...
1.4k · Jan 2012
The Teacher
Alan W Jankowski Jan 2012
I want to teach my dog,
Some tricks that are new,
Like sit, fetch and heel,
As a dog’s expected to do.

But after many hours,
Things are not going good,
For despite all my efforts,
She won’t do as she should.

She can’t fetch to save her life,
And it’s just a little ball,
But instead of carrying it back,
She’ll just let it slip and fall.

My nerves are starting to fray,
It seems that I’ll never win,
Far from concerned with her failures,
She’ll just stand there and grin.

I’ll take her out for a walk,
Hoping by my side she’ll stay,
But she’d rather sniff the flowers,
That grow along the way.

And if I try to get her to sit,
And stay until I call,
Now she wants to play,
And go and fetch her ball.

As if having fun is more important,
Than doing what you should do,
Sometimes I have to wonder,
Who should be teaching who?

10-17-11b.
Just don't tell my dog she might know more than me...it'll go right to her head...btw, this is probably the only poem I've ever written both a rhyming and non-rhyming version of...after getting various opinions, it seemed the rhyming version won out...
1.4k · Jan 2012
Alone Again
Alan W Jankowski Jan 2012
As the setting sun denies its light,
And the darkened sky cloaks the night,
As the full moon castes its gentle beams,
I'll be alone again, with my dreams,
And if my dreams shall come true,
I'll be alone again, holding you.

10-08-10.
No, my girlfriend didn't leave me...just wanted to write a short poem...and the 18th 67Goat poem, btw...
1.3k · Nov 2011
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...:)
Alan W Jankowski Jan 2012
The darkness descended upon the night,
So heavily you could hear it hit the ground,
The birds still sang their songs by day,
But I could no longer recognize the tune.
My feet ran furiously,
But I gained no ground.
I reached out,
But no one was there.
I looked upon the faces of the crowd,
But no one seemed to know me.
And the truth was,
I barely knew myself.
I got down on my knees and begged forgiveness,
Guilty of what, I do not know.
My emotions seemed frozen into place,
Like the time that appeared to stand still around me,
Every minute that passed seemed like hours,
And days crawled by like eternities.
And yet I knew the journey had just begun,
For I am at the entrance to a long, dark tunnel.
And as I stand before the cold darkness,
My thoughts weigh heavily upon my mind,
Like the heaviness in my heart,
But venture forth I must.
For I must escape this place that holds me,
With every fiber of my being.
And things will never be the same.
I pray that things will never be the same.

12-22-11.
Some people get depressed around the holidays...not sure this will cheer anyone up though...
1.2k · Dec 2011
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...
1.2k · Jan 2012
Happiness And Purpose
Alan W Jankowski Jan 2012
Is happiness something far out of reach?
Something for which we must strive.
Like some far off destination,
Where we hope someday to arrive.

Or is happiness just a commodity?
Something that can be bought,
Or is happiness something we all can learn?
Something that must be taught.

Is our happiness in short supply?
That may someday come to an end,
Or is there enough to go around?
That we can share it with a friend.

There are many things we’ll never know,
Like an envelope that’s always sealed,
And yet as we pass through life,
The answers are slowly revealed.

For we‘re all here for a reason,
As we pass from young to old,
And the longer that we live it,
The more answers will unfold.

And though we entered the world that way,
We were never meant to be alone,
And though we may often try,
We can’t do it all on our own.

For I believe happiness is our purpose,
And a purpose made to share,
To help make happy the ones we love,
And show them that we care.

And whatever our purpose in life may be,
And only time will truly tell,
My only hope is that I’ve served it,
And served my purpose well.

03-13-11.
This is actually the first poem of mine to come out in a book...a friend of mine wrote "Happiness is not a destination" on his Facebook status...and I read it and wrote this poem...
1.2k · Nov 2011
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.
1.2k · Nov 2011
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...
1.2k · Nov 2011
Bang You Hard
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
I want to bang you, bang you strong,
My ****'s so hard, wide and long.
I want to bang you in the night,
Bang you hard with all my might.

I love your scent as you lie in bed,
I love the way you give me head.
With ******* so firm and ***** tight,
I'll bang you hard with all my might.

I'll bang you firm my little one,
Bang you again when I'm done.
Don't try to resist, don't try to fight,
I'll bang you hard with all my might.

It's a special night, a lot in store,
I'll bang you like my little *****.
I'll make you cry, scream and bite,
As I bang you hard with all my might.

04-30-09.
Lol...my first attempt at ****** poetry, and one of my first attempts at poetry actually...this one does have its fans, believe it or not...
1.2k · Jan 2012
Steal This Poem
Alan W Jankowski Jan 2012
You probably were a bully,
Who never did well in school,
Stole other kid’s lunch money,
And thought it was really cool.

And now you’ve moved on,
To stealing other’s work and time,
All without a hint of remorse,
As if it’s not even a real crime.

I’d like to think people like you,
Deserve a special place in Hell,
For when you steal an author’s work,
You steal a piece of them as well.

So now I’m going to dare you,
To try and steal this poem,
Post it on another site,
And try to call it your own.

And if you think you can do it,
And never will get caught,
The only thing I can say to you,
Is you’re dumber than I thought.

04-22-11.
Go ahead, make my day...this one is in response to the very real and very persistent theft problem of my poems and stories...in fact, it's what lead me to Hello Poetry...someone had posted a few of my poems here under their name, they are no longer here, but I figured I'd check out the site and maybe stick around a bit...
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.
1.1k · Jan 2012
Did You Ever Feel The Same?
Alan W Jankowski Jan 2012
I remember when I first laid eyes on you,
You were the best I’d ever seen,
I’d never seen a woman like you,
I was wondering where you’d been.

And I recall our very first date,
As I stared into eyes so blue,
I felt myself falling in love,
Head over heels for you.

Refrain…
But there’s so many unanswered questions,
And I’m not going to place the blame,
I just have to wonder sometimes,
Did you ever feel the same?

And I recall that very first kiss,
And I remember from the start,
It was like Cupid shot an arrow,
Aimed straight into my heart.

And I think about the times we loved,
And how you held me tight,
How you set the night on fire,
And how it felt so right.

Refrain…
But there’s so many unanswered questions,
And I’m not going to place the blame,
I just have to wonder sometimes,
Did you ever feel the same?

Now that I’m left alone,
With so many tears I’ve cried,
I wonder why you did me wrong,
I’m wondering why you lied.

And I think about all those tears,
As another falls from my eye,
I have to think if I cry any more,
My tears will all run dry.

Refrain…
And there’s so many unanswered questions,
And I’m not going to place the blame,
I just have to wonder sometimes,
Did you ever feel the same?

09-01-11.
This is actually a quick song idea that came to me while taking a walk...
1.1k · Nov 2011
Are They Happier Without Me?
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
Thinking about the loves of the past,
All the loves that didn’t last.
All my loves of yesterday,
I wonder where they are today,
The close moments that we shared,
The loving words that said we cared.
I think about the ones that slipped on by,
I sit by myself and I wonder why,
One day they‘re here and next they‘re gone,
I understand that life goes on,
But still I wonder if it was meant to be,
Are they happier without me?

And if we ever meet again,
Could the passion be the same?
Would the old fires start to burn?
Could loving thoughts ever return?
Or are unspoken words left unsaid,
Should the past be left for dead?
Are they happier in their new life,
Watching the kids, being a wife?
I have to realize the die is cast,
Nothing can ever change the past,
But still I wonder if it was meant to be,
Are they happier without me?

10-01-09.
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
1.1k · Nov 2011
My Brother
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
I can't get action nowhere
I can't get satisfaction nowhere
Just rage and hate and shouting and crying,
But it won't bring my brother back anyhow.
Why? Tell me why,
Why? Why? Why did my brother have to die?
The police say it was a gang war
The neighbor says he was with the wrong *****
The kids on the corner say it was a turf war.
I just know I won't see him any more.
Why? Tell me why,
Why? Why? Why did my brother have to die?
He was a typical kid growin' up in the hood
He did what he had to that's understood
His life was rough, his friends were tough,
So much around him and none of it good.
Why? Tell me why,
Why? Why? Why did my brother have to die?
It was a hot afternoon in the projects
He was out scopin' out his prospects
A car sped by, I heard gunfire
Someone shouts my brothers dead.
Why? Tell me why
Why? Why? Why did my brother have to die?
In the projects it's understood
Life ain't worth nothin' in the hood
One day your livin' large with a Porche in the garage
Next day your dead as a piece of wood.
Why? Tell me why,
Why? Why? Why did my brother have to die?
The jealousy and pettiness are insane
It's hard to believe we're in the same game
We're fighting each other, brother against brother
And all we're doing is filling graves.
Why? Tell me why,
Why? Why? Why did my brother have to die?
No one's gettin' ahead here
We're only getting dead here
When your life is measured by the bundles you clock
We should be lookin to get outa here.
Why? Tell me why,
Why? Why? Why did my brother have to die?
Everyday here's another wake
No one want's to give only want to take
Have another drink maybe I won't have to think
About what we love and forsake.
Why? Tell me why,
Why? Why? Why did my brother have to die?
Actually an old rap song idea from the 90's...
Alan W Jankowski Jan 2012
Why is it you run and hide?
And never show the hurt inside,
Where does all that suffering go?
The wounds that you refuse to show.

Locked like a prisoner in a cell,
Alone to bear your personal Hell,
A Hell from which you can't escape,
But really, it's your chosen fate.

Pain that eats you from the inside out,
Filling up your whole life with doubt,
You just can't do it on your own,
You were never meant to suffer alone.

Because when life's too much to bear,
That's the time for your burden to share,
Open your heart and let someone in,
Only then can the healing begin.

10-23-10.
1.0k · Nov 2011
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?
1.0k · Nov 2011
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...
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.
997 · Apr 2012
I Want My Poetry...
Alan W Jankowski Apr 2012
I Want My Poetry…**

To be far more than just a rhyme,
An idle way to pass the time,
As you take in my words like a drink,
I want my words to make you think,
To make you examine your very soul,
And help you reach that ultimate goal,
I want my words to inspire the masses,
To join together and unite the classes,
To inspire people to make a start,
To see the good in another’s heart.

To do what’s right, as you should,
And bring about the greater good.
I want the words that I write,
To fill others with delight,
To satisfy your every need,
To free the world of hate and greed,
To wipe the tears from your eyes,
There for you to silence your cries,
My words your comfort in time of pain,
To bring you sunshine instead of rain.

And if some day I can’t be by your side,
Let my words be your guide,
It is my gift I give to thee,
And as you read them, think of me,
And even though I can’t be there,
I’ll think of you and say a prayer,
And if my words should bring you peace,
And from your troubles provide release,
It’s what I want my poetry to do,
To be my gift, from me to you.

03-09-12.
Note: This was written for a print compilation recently released on Inner Child Press in time for Poetry Month April, 2012...the name of the anthology is "I Want My Poetry To"...
http://www.storiesspace.com/forum/yaf_postst609_For-all-you-poets-looking-to-get-something-in-print-here39s-a-chance.aspx
997 · Jan 2012
I Can Only Be There For You
Alan W Jankowski Jan 2012
You're going through a lot right now,
This truly is an ordeal,
I can't begin to imagine your pain,
Or how you really feel.

I know how important your body is,
And you're as beautiful as can be,
And no matter what the future brings,
You'll always be beautiful to me.

I wish I could take away your pain,
And make your body new,
But I can only be there for you,
To show my love for you.

10-07-10.
This was written by request of another site owner, actually more of a suggestion...for Breast Cancer Awareness Month in 2010...the 17th 67Goat poem, btw...
964 · Nov 2011
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...
963 · Jan 2012
Leading Me Along
Alan W Jankowski Jan 2012
Don't think I don't notice when you look my way,
Just standing there, like you got something to say,
Like a girl who's looking for someone new,
Like a girl looking for something to do,
And I heard the word that's going around town,
That your last lover been putting you down,
But, if you get with me it won't be long,
Because I ain't gonna let you lead me along.

Your heart's been broken and you're on the make,
Heart's broken and you're looking for one to break,
The real world to you has never been so kind,
Now you're searchin' to see what you can find,
But if you're looking to do me like you've been done,
I can tell you I ain't gonna be be the one,
Don't go messing where you don't belong,
Because I ain't gonna let you lead me along.

Love to you has always been just a game,
Let me tell you, I can play just the same,
I've been heartbroken many times too,
And the next time ain't gonna be by you,
Because the games you play ain't too cool,
And I'm not going to be your next fool,
So don't go messin' where you don't belong,
Because I ain't gonna let you lead me along.

01-02-11.
This was a quick song idea actually...yet to be put to music, btw...
946 · Jan 2012
Life Is But A Journey
Alan W Jankowski Jan 2012
You know that I must leave you,
The end is surely near,
We both knew this day would come,
Please don't shed a tear.

Life is but a journey,
Beginning with our birth,
I'd like to think it continues on,
After we leave this earth.

But I do have one big fear,
And it's not of the unknown,
But rather that my leaving here,
May find you left alone.

So, until we meet again someday,
I hope that you may find,
Someone who will share your life,
Someone sweet and kind.

But your happiness means more to me,
Than you will ever know,
And though I wish there were another way,
For now I have to go.

My only hope is you find the strength,
That you need to move on,
And may you once again find love,
After I am gone.

For, I know there must be a Heaven,
I've seen it in your face,
And someday we will meet again,
And once again embrace.

09-28-10.
About a guy who loves his wife so much, his only concern is her happiness after he's gone...I have to say this one got a bigger response than I could have thought...and the 19th 67Goat poem, btw...
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"...
923 · Nov 2011
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...
910 · Nov 2011
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...
898 · Nov 2011
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.
863 · Nov 2011
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...
857 · Nov 2011
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 ***...:)
846 · Nov 2011
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...:)
837 · Nov 2011
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...:)
820 · Jan 2012
No Help At All
Alan W Jankowski Jan 2012
I sit at my computer desk trying to think,
I pick up my coffee and start to drink,
I've been up all day and into the night,
Wracking my brain for something to write.

Just sitting around all day at home,
Hoping to write the next great tome,
But my progress has been terribly slow,
The words simply don't want to flow.

I realize to reap the glory and wealth,
My novel is not going to write itself,
It's my own project, I understand,
Though I wouldn't mind a helping hand.

I look at my dog and she starts to stare,
If she has any ideas, I wish she'd share,
I'd gladly give her any credit due,
Even buy her a bone or two.

But she looks at me with nothing to say,
It's clear that she just wants to play,
She goes to the corner and fetches her ball,
I can see that she is just no help at all.

01-12-11.
Some dogs are just no help...no idea where this one came from...
804 · Jan 2012
That Someone Wasn't Me
Alan W Jankowski Jan 2012
I saw you walking just the other day,
As happy as can be,
Out walking with someone the other day,
And that someone wasn’t me.

Oh girl, what you trying to do?
You know I’m a jealous guy,
Just tryin’ to get my attention,
Or make me want to cry.

Oh girl, what you trying to do?
You’re breaking us apart,
Now you’re not just messing with my head,
You’re messing with my heart.

I know you can’t really be with him,
What you trying to do?
You know you can do a lot better than that,
And I’m the one for you.

I saw you walking just the other day,
You thought I wouldn’t see,
Out walking with someone the other day,
And that someone wasn’t me,
And that someone wasn’t me.

10-16-10a.
Actually, this one was a quick song lyric idea I had...though maybe it should remain just an idea...
782 · Nov 2011
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...
776 · Dec 2011
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...
754 · Nov 2011
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...
740 · Nov 2011
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"...
719 · Nov 2011
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...
719 · Nov 2011
Your Eyes
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
All that we have been through,
All the time we shared.
The good times and the bad,
It always seemed you cared.
Now you’re growing distant,
Starting to tell lies.
You’re starting to go away from me,
I can see it in your eyes.

We used to love together,
Love like we were one.
Now we are apart,
Our love has come undone.
I thought we’d be together,
Make the perfect pair.
Always thought you’d be there,
Always thought you’d care.
Now I’m left with questions,
A thousand whats and whys,
You are no longer mine,
I can see it in your eyes.

I’m left with only memories,
Of good times that used to be.
A thousand laughs and smiles,
Will always stay with me.
But never again will I feel your arms,
Holding me at night.
Or experience your charms,
Or savor your delight.
You walk away and leave me,
We say our sad goodbyes,
Never to come back,
I can see it in your eyes.

09-24-09.
This poem was written for my story of the same name...
http://www.lushstories.com/stories/straight-***/your-eyes.aspx
691 · Nov 2011
All You Have To Do Is Pay
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
There's a place and time for everything,
so they say.
There are people who will gladly show you the way,
Just smile and listen to what they say,
All you have to do is pay.

There are women who will love you for a price,
They look real good, act real nice.
If you play it right you'll get a lay,
All you have to do is pay.

There are preachers who will save your soul,
It's really simple, give it a go.
They will point you to Heaven and show you the way,
All you have to do is pay.

Next time your feeling blue,
There are friends for rent, for an hour or two.
They will listen to all you say,
All you have to do is pay.

Everyone is a stinkin' *****,
Everyone is two legged store,
Tax your tomorrow, sell your today,
All you have to do is pay.
This is old...
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