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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...
Alan W Jankowski Jan 2012
Don’t tell me that you need me,
And I’m the best you’ve found,
Because if you really needed me,
You at least would come around.

Don’t talk to me on the phone,
Saying words I want to hear,
And giving me more excuses,
Why you can’t be with me here.

Don’t tell me that you love me,
And how much you really care,
But when I really need you,
I can’t find you anywhere.

Actions speak louder than words,
And for all your fancy talk,
It just don’t mean a thing,
If you can’t walk the walk.

Because it’s not what you say,
As much as what you do,
And if you can’t understand that,
I’ll just find somebody new.

04-28-11b.
Not sure what to say here, so I'll just let the words speak for themselves...and the 21st 67Goat poem, btw...
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2014
It’s All Hallow’s Eve and there’s little sound,
Except for a few goblins dancing around,
An old witch creates another evil spell,
Summoning demons from down in Hell.

The old hag stirs her boiling stew,
Adds eye of a newt, and another shrew,
The cauldron bubbles over the roaring fire,
The smoke rising up, higher and higher.

A black cat watches and suddenly screams,
It’s enough to haunt anyone’s dreams,
The old woman smiles an evil grin,
Her wart covered face personifies sin.

Looking around the spooky room,
Perched in the corner is a wooden broom,
Later she’ll get on it, and will take flight,
As she rides off on All Hallow’s Night.

Somewhere another victim will await,
Helpless to control their coming fate,
Another body that will soon be cold,
Another life that will never grow old.

Just another night’s work for an evil crone,
It’s what you do when you’re bad to the bone,
For another year, she will take leave,
And be back again next All Hallow’s Eve.

11-01-14.
This was written tonight for a Facebook event sponsored by author Fran Ayers called "Halloween Poetry And Flash Fiction Scare Fest"...the works will be published in an eBook as well btw...
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...
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...
Alan W Jankowski Apr 2015
Dedicated to combat veterans and PTSD sufferers, wherever they may be...thank you for your service...*

An Enemy That Haunts My Mind...

In the middle of the night I lie in bed,
Fighting an enemy that’s in my head.
An enemy that’s always there,
An enemy that won’t play fair.
An enemy that haunts my mind,
An enemy that is not kind.
The price paid for doing good,
Of doing like I’m told I should.
Serving my country in time of war,
Who could ever ask for more?
And now even in my deepest dreams,
All I hear is the sound of screams.
Why was I the one to survive?
Why was I the one left alive?
I ask myself every night,
As I relive every fight.
God, please call me home,
Don’t leave me here all alone.
For when I thought the fight was won,
I’m finding the battle’s just begun.
A soldier who was trained to ****,
Finds a battle that’s harder still.
Fighting an enemy I cannot see,
And finding out the enemy is me.
An enemy that haunts my mind,
An enemy that is not kind.

07-11-11.
Recently published in a charity anthology to benefit veteran's groups...here's the website....
http://wegoonanthology.blogspot.com/
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...:)
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 May 2012
It seems that lately I can’t get no peace,
From all those so-called Grammar Police,
Who for some reason think that I should care,
The difference between there, they’re and their.

They want to analyze everything I say,
Just waiting for me to lie when I want to lay,
And I really think they just do it because,
They want to further some petty cause.

So, what I do is I mess with there head,
I write the word red when I really mean read,
And I couldn’t care less if they throe a fit,
Should I confuse the words elicit with illicit.

And it really don’t phase me if I’m derelict,
By writing something like “cause and affect,”
I’ll just stare and say “Whatcha gonna do?”
If I want to write that the sky is blew.

Though I really shutter at the very thought,
I’ll try to be discrete and not get caught,
But if they should arrest me and throe me in jail,
Just bee sure and come and post my bale.

05-06-12.
Yeah, all you Grammar Police...here what I gotta say...and btw, this one was inspired by an article Craig Hart, editor of The Rusty Nail, posted on his Facebook page...
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...
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.
Alan W Jankowski Jan 2012
What is the price of a childhood lost?
And who is the one to pay the cost?
For the child who's often left alone,
And forced to grow up on their own,
Left at home without a reason why,
While mommy goes out to get high,
For the child who lives in constant fear,
Who wants for love, but none is near,
And left to cry throughout the night,
With no one near to hold her tight,
No sheltering arms to wrap around,
Or childhood comforts to be found,
When compassion is a forgotten word,
And loving thoughts are never heard,
When hopes and dreams have all been tossed,
What is the price of a childhood lost?

10-04-10.
This was actually inspired by somebody's book which came out in late 2010...and if I think of the **** title, I'll post it here...:)
Alan W Jankowski Jan 2014
Moved to Colorado the other day,
Told the wife I needed to get away.
I guess she didn't think that I'd be gone long,
Since all I packed was underwear and a ****.

The decision to move was easy to make,
In fact, it was a piece of cake.
Ten long years with that naggin' *****,
I definitely knew it was time for a switch.

One day I just realized that I had enough,
So I grabbed a bag, and packed my stuff,
Didn't even bother to say 'Goodbye,'
All I could think about was getting high.

I knew I belonged here, it was in my blood,
To live in a state where I can buy premium bud,
Yeah, getting away was really the point,
You might say I traded the wife for a joint.

Just bought me another bag of ****,
Seems I got everything here I need,
Once I smoke me another blunt,
I'll forget all about that evil gal.

Now the smoking be really fine,
The 7-11 is where I dine,
No one to be a constant pain in my ***,
While I'm sitting here smoking up my grass.

It's nice to be here on my own,
Sparking up yet another bone,
On days I don't want to roll,
I can just pack me a bowl.

These days I got a smile on my face,
A huge grin you just can't erase,
No nagging ***** to drive me insane,
Just hangin' here with Mary Jane.

I'd like to sit around and conversate,
But with Mary Jane, I got a date,
And if you happen to run into my ex-wife,
You can tell her I finally got a life.

01-09-14.
Sometimes you just feel the urge to move...I think ya'll know what I mean...
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...
Alan W Jankowski Apr 2016
To some the world revolves around them,
And nothing else can matter.
They’ll do anything to reach that end,
Including endless idle chatter.

They walk around like “Hey look at me.”
And are only happy when you do.
They’re like an exhibit for all to see,
Like an animal in a zoo.

Nowadays they’re on the net, joining many a site,
And they bully everyone around.
They’ll be on the computer, day and night,
If some attention can be found.

If they start with you, pay them no mind,
It’s the best thing you can do.
I can guarantee their words won’t be kind,
When they start attacking you.

They’re attention ******, as they’re known,
Or trolls as some may say.
They’re like little kids who’ve never grown,
They always have to have their way.

So take my advice, and don’t feed the trolls,
Because they’ll just create a scene.
They are the cyber world’s lost souls,
They are evil and they’re mean.

04-14-16.
Inspired by some recent events on another site...
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...
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 Feb 2012
Some loves may come your way,
And captivate your mind,
And some loves may touch your heart,
With words so sweet and kind.

But, your love has touched me deeper,
More than you'll ever know,
More than merely capturing my heart,
You're etched upon my soul.

A love that will forever burn,
Like an eternal flame,
And long after we both are gone,
Our love will always remain.

For our love is eternal,
Forever, come what may,
A love that can't be measured,
Like the hours in a day.

And someday amongst the heavens,
Written with stars across the sky,
On the list of the greatest lovers,
Will be the names of you and I.

02-03-12.
Just felt like writing another love poem this month...a 67Goat poem...
Alan W Jankowski May 2012
The world remains heavy of heart,
And saddened on a February day,
For a man named Trayvon Martin,
His young life was taken away.

So many questions remain unanswered,
But there is one thing that’s fact,
A young man lost his life that day,
In a senseless and violent act.

But now some are calling for more violence,
And their cries are heard across the land,
Crying out for vigilante justice,
To take matters into their own hand.

For vigilante justice never works,
And more violence is not the cure,
For how much more must we bear?
How much pain can we endure?

For violence should not beget violence,
And hate should not beget hate,
And only the one above we call God,
Should be the judge of a man’s fate.

For I ask you people to end the hate,
And the hurting of each other,
For in the eyes of our Creator,
We are all Sister and Brother.

We’ll never know all that happened then,
But we do know one thing as true,
A shot was fired, and one man stood,
Where moments before were two.

So please people may we learn from this,
And stop the violence and pain,
So a young man named Trayvon Martin,
Will not have died in vain.

04-10-12.
This was written for a print anthology titled "A Gathering Of Words, Poetry & Commentary For Trayvon Martin" and released May, 2012 on Inner Child Press...When I first saw this sub call I have to admit I was a bit reluctant to contribute, I thought there was a bit too much controversy surrounding the situation at the time, though I believe justice was served in the end...and I tend to avoid controversy, btw...

Anyway, I chose to write about the indisputable facts...that a young man was dead, and there was an apparently escalating call to violence...
Alan W Jankowski Jan 2012
We’ve been together for so long,
And I think the time is right,
Something I just need to ask you girl,
And I need to know tonight.

So much has changed for me,
Since you came into my life,
I need you so much, you see,
And I want you for my wife.

So girl, will you marry me?
As I’m down here on my knees,
It’s with you that I want to be,
I’m asking you baby, please.

I never thought I’d find someone,
As sweet and kind as you,
Someone I can love so much,
And loves me so much too.

So many years I’d been alone,
Without someone to care,
And when I finally did find love,
It was like an answer to a prayer.

So girl, will you marry me?
As I’m down here on my knees,
I need you so much you see,
I’m asking you baby, please.

I’ll have to say, the joy you’ve brought,
Has made my heart sing,
And my heart would sing a joyous song,
If you would wear my ring.

And we could spend our lives as one,
Until our dying day,
I just need an answer from you,
Just answer when I say.

So girl, will you marry me?
As I’m down here on my knees,
It’s with you that I want to be,
I’m asking you baby, please.

09-05-11.
Another quick song idea...though I was awake when I wrote this one...
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...
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...
Alan W Jankowski Jan 2012
An honest man who worked real hard,
And did his best throughout his life,
To clothe and feed his proud family,
His four children and his wife.

Born in the early twentieth century,
He knew that times were often tough,
But he always did whatever it took,
To ensure his family had enough.

A gentle man who spoke with kindness,
And ungraciousness was never heard,
Who still believed in God and family,
And knew the value of a man’s word.

Some would say he was old fashioned,
He rarely drank and did not smoke,
But he was always there to lend an ear,
And always the first to offer a joke.

A kinder, gentler, more honest man,
Could never be found anywhere,
And I know as sure as there’s a Heaven,
That you will find my Grandpa there.

03-17-11.
An idea I've had for a while...dedicated to one of the kindest, most thoughtful men I've ever met...
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...
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...
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...:)
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
Hornier and hornier all the time,
I'm lucky horniness isn't a crime.
Checkin' out the new girl at work,
She probably thinks I'm such a ****.
Trying to think of something to say,
Anything to get a lay.
I offer to take her out to eat,
Someplace quiet, where the people meet.
Later we can go out and dance,
Thinking how to get in her pants.
I take her out and ply her with liquor,
It's true what they say, it really is quicker.
I start making conversation, casual and trite,
I start thinking, this is going to be a long night.
Hoping that something will relieve my gloom,
She suddenly suggests 'Let's get a room.'
We get inside and my mind does a flip,
We are all over each other as we start to strip.
We ****** each other and start to kiss,
My **** is hard, I'm in a state of bliss.
My ***** points north as my hand reaches south,
She takes my member and puts it in her mouth.
My hand working her over we continue to pet,
I know it is working, she becomes quite wet.
I pull out of her mouth and put it in her mound,
I get my back in motion as I begin to pound.
Legs in the air, lying on her back,
I start to punish her sweet little crack.
Her soft moans turn to wild screams,
Just like I imagined in my dreams.
When it's over we say 'goodbye'.
Happy to share this natural high.
When we meet again at work, we have nothing to say,
Just smile and ask, 'How was your day?'
It is nice to have a job related perk,
Makes me happy I went to work.

06-03-09.
Sometimes it pays to go to work...
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
When people ask me how we met,
I never tell them on the net,
Cause people just don't understand,
What happens in this cyber land,
But it's love for me and you,
A love that is oh so true,
Although I long to hold you tight,
Hold you near with all my might,
I pray for you upon a star,
Even though you are so far,
And though I long for your touch,
I dream about you very much,
In another time and place,
I could probably see your face,
And we could sit and share the wine,
But you have yours and I have mine,
And though you cannot be so near,
I hold your image very dear,
And so I give you all my heart,
Even though we are apart,
And though you have two and I have none,
Our hearts are together and beat as one.

06-30-09.
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...
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...
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...
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...
Alan W Jankowski Apr 2012
I had a dream just the other night,
That people would no longer fight,
No more wars to be lost or won,
That everyone could live as one.

I had a dream just the other day,
Of streets where kids could safely play,
And treat each other with respect,
And never come to know neglect.

Where children grow in a loving home,
And would never face the world alone,
To live in comfort, and without need,
Regardless of their race or creed.

That the God we worship is all the same,
No matter what we call his name,
And honor each other’s right to choose,
Regardless of their different views.

And if my dream should ever come true,
It will be up to people like me and you,
And I dream the day should come at last,
Where hunger is a thing of the past.

For I dream one day the human race,
Will make this world a better place,
Where fighting and wars will someday cease,
And our children may know a world of peace.


11-25-11b.
Here...see this for details...
http://www.storiesspace.com/forum/yaf_postst619_Latest-print-anthology-from-Inner-Child-Press-includes-SSFB-friends.aspx
Alan W Jankowski Jan 2012
The one thing I will never understand,
Is man's inhumanity to his fellow man,
How people who call each other sister and brother,
Could be so hurtful to one and other,
How people can treat each other so mean,
Without understanding where they've been,
Who would lead each other into war,
Choosing to be the problem, not the cure,
Who have the power to guide another man's fate,
With hidden agendas mixed with hate,
Who think nothing of causing another man pain,
If there is a dollar somehow to gain,
Who would send another man off to die,
While widows and orphans are left to cry,
Though they may play the part of an impartial judge,
They'll soon condemn you for some long-held grudge,
Stepping into the night like some heartless thief,
Their only goal is to bring another man grief,
Manipulating others they seek to control,
For a bit of power, they'd sell their soul,
Yes, the one thing I'll never understand,
Is man's inhumanity to his fellow man.

09-23-10.
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?
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 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.
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...
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...
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
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
Where did you come from, who are you?
Where do you live, what do you do?
Did we share a bottle, did we share a drink?
Did we discuss what each of us think?
But you're lying next to me all the same,
I just wish I could remember your name.

How did you get here, did you drive your car?
Or did we meet in that corner bar?
Did I walk you home, did I hold the door?
Did you find me interesting or another bore?
But you're lying next to me all the same,
I just wish I could remember your name.

How did you get here in my life?
Are you single, or someone's wife?
But your lying next to me all the same,
I just wish I knew your name.

You look so lovely lying on the sheet,
So close I can almost feel your heart beat.
How could you have wound up here with me?
It almost seems too good to be.
But you're lying there all the same,
I just wish I knew your name.
A failed song attempt from the 90's...hence the odd form, seems quite a few people can relate to this one though...:)
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
Johnny and Mary*

Now Johnny knew Mary since they were little tykes,
Running in the field, riding their bikes,
Like other little kids, they stayed out all day,
Doing their chores, later they'll play,
Johnny and Mary went to school,
Tried real hard, act real cool,
Johnny noticed Mary started to grow real fine,
Nice firm *******, big behin',
Johnny thought he'd take him a chance,
He asked Mary to the high shool dance,
Mary said fine, pick me up at eight,
Dress real sharp, now don't be late,
Johnny started thinkin' this could be his night,
Throw her a line, maybe she'll bite,
Johnny and Mary started to dance real slow,
Something in Johnny's pants, startin' to grow,
Johnny asked Mary to spend some time,
Back at my place, we can sit and unwind,
Johnny took Mary straight back to his pad,
This will be the best night, he's ever had,
Poured a little wine and dimmed the light,
Made sure everything, looked just right,
Went over to the stereo and put on a song,
Then he gave her a kiss, slow and long,
Their lips met and their tongues did a dance,
As Johnny reached down and undid his pants,
He removed hers too and went to town,
Got on his knees, he was going down,
Mary started to wiggle, moan and squirm,
As Johnny's tool got nice and firm,
A few more licks, a feel and a pet,
Mary's hole was nice and wet,
Stuck in the tip, a little poke,
Then all the way, he was startin' to stroke,
As Johnny got busy and started to ream,
All the neighbors could hear Mary scream,
Johnny got tense and was about to explode,
Into Mary he shot his load,
A few days later Mary felt real ill,
Then she remembered, she forgot her pill,
Mary gave birth to a fine looking son,
Mary's father started to clean his gun,
Johnny married Mary at City Hall,
He didn't want her dad to cut off his *****,
Johnny got a job so he could provide support,
He didn't want Mary draggin' him to court,
A few years down the road things didn't seem right,
Johnny and Mary were starting to fight,
There was a whole lotta fussin' and they began to shout,
Mary told Johnny she wanted him out,
Mary got a lawyer, just passed the bar,
Now Mary's driving Johnny's brand new car.

That is the story of Johnny and Mary...Later...*
07-03-09.
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
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...
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 ***...:)
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...
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
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...
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...
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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