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

10-27-09.
Written the same day as "Going Down Slow" actually, this is probably my most popular ****** poem...
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...
Alan W Jankowski Dec 2011
Let the world always remember,
That fateful day in September,
And the ones who answered duty's call,
Should be remembered by us all.

Who left the comfort of their home,
To face perils as yet unknown,
An embodiment of goodness on a day,
When men's hearts had gone astray.

Sons and daughters like me and you,
Who never questioned what they had to do,
Who by example, were a source of hope,
And strength to others who could not cope.

Heroes that would not turn their back,
With determination that would not crack,
Who bound together in their ranks,
And asking not a word of thanks.

Men who bravely gave their lives,
Whose orphaned kids and widowed wives,
Can proudly look back on their dad,
Who gave this country all they had.

Actions taken without regret,
Heroisms we shall never forget,
The ones who paid the ultimate price,
Let's never forget their sacrifice.

And never forget the ones no longer here,
Who fought for the freedoms we all hold dear,
And may their memory never wane,
Lest their sacrifices be in vain.

09-30-10b.
There is now a video interview with me talking about this poem, filmed Sunday, Sept. 8, 2013 in front of City Hall, here in South Amboy, N.J...it posted along with my poem, on various Gannett news sites on the East Coast on Sept. 11...
http://www.mycentraljersey.com/videos/life/2014/07/25/13185429/

Oh, could say a few things about this one...it's been in print at least 15 times that I'm aware of, and probably far more...and was used in more 9/11 ceremonies this past tenth anniversary than I will ever know...the stuff with the school kids, scout troupes and the like is always touching...made a list actually of some places it appeared...
http://www.storiesspace.com/forum/yaf_postst538_My-911-Tribute-poem-has-been-in-print-at-least-fourteen-times-in-2011.aspx
Yeah, this one got pretty big...and it's only the first year...
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
We started out as a couple of friends,
Who saw each other now and then,
Two people hurt many times before,
And afraid of getting hurt once more.

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

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

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

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

05-17-10.
Yes, number 14 of the 67Goat poems is my most popular poem...my 9-11 poem may have been used in ceremonies around the world, and published in newspapers and church bulletins across the country, but nobody ever writes me about it...this one also has the dubious distinction of being my most plagiarized, btw...:)
Alan W Jankowski Dec 2011
Nothing in life is guaranteed,
Of this lesson I should take heed,
For what life gives it can surely take,
What a difference a year can make.

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

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

10-02-10.
Btw, this one happened to get translated into Chinese...a definite first for one of my poems, btw...
http://www.tianya.cn/publicforum/content/funinfo/1/2518369.shtml
Alan W Jankowski Oct 2015
Two young brothers are left at home,
All by their lonesome selves,
The older one notices a new toy,
Sitting high up on a shelf.

He climbs up and brings on down,
What he believes is a toy gun,
He thinks about the games they’ll play,
Boy this sure will be fun.

He aims the ‘toy’ at his little brother,
And shoots him in the head,
But that gun was not a toy at all,
And soon the three-year-old is dead.

When a child dies,
All the stuffed animals cry,
Alone on a shelf,
They sit by themselves,
In a cold lonely room,
Like a final tomb.

Johnny’s tired of being bullied at school,
But every dog has its day,
Though all his classmates seem so mean,
Johnny will make sure they all pay.

The next day at school will be different,
From a knapsack he pulls out a gun,
Suddenly he starts shooting his classmates,
Shoots them in the back as they run.

Soon most of the class has been shot,
And their young bodies are lying there dead,
With one bullet left in the chamber,
Johnny puts the gun to his own head.

When a child dies,
All the angels cry,
The tears flowing down,
On the sad little town,
It’s a cold, cold rain,
But it won’t numb the pain.

For Jose this is the biggest day in his life,
It’s his gang initiation in the ‘hood,
He must seek out a rival gang member,
With a couple of shots he’ll be good.

Jose packs his piece and extra clips,
And his driver takes him to the spot,
He takes aim at his helpless victim,
And another is dead with just one shot.

But that one bullet it ricocheted,
You hear a young mother scream and cry,
As she realizes her young son is hit,
On a cold dark street he is left to die.

When a child dies,
The whole world cries,
All lives matter, big and small,
I ask you people, heed the call,
Please stop the hate, before it’s too late,
For the future of us all.

10-27-15.
Written for the upcoming book "World Healing, World Peace Poetry 2016" on Inner Child Press...
http://www.worldhealingworldpeacepoetry.com/
Alan W Jankowski Jan 2012
When friends betray friends,
With words less than kind,
It tears apart the friendship,
And all the ties that bind.

When friends betray friends,
It hurts you to the core.
All the trust and love,
It all goes out the door.

Like an ice cold sword,
That tears through your heart,
When friends betray friends,
It will tear your soul apart.

All the love and friendship,
Built up from the ground,
When friends betray friends,
It all comes crashing down.

And all that peace and harmony,
Built throughout the years,
When friends betray friends,
You’re left with only tears.

01-26-11.
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"...
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
The snow falls gently on a winter's night,
But inside by the fire I hold you tight,
As the burning flames start to dance,
My thoughts of you turn to romance,
In the light of the evening fire's glow,
How much I love you, you'll never know.

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

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

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

03-02-10.
Looked out the window at the snow and wrote this...yeah, that simple...
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
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.

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