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 May 2012
JLB
I still feel the distant gyrations
Of your eyes
When you’re off somewhere collecting
The marble shards
Of the skies.
And like the fall of roman nobility,
You always come again to rest
On illicit ground,
On my soft sultry breast,
Knowing that
Your past might resurface in a quick crimson breath,
Stealing you soon away
And yet,
Love is nearly as binding as death
In the provocative quiet
Of my soft bed.  
For though convinced I was that we'd gone astray,
Truly fated, we were,
To this life that we've led:
To trust love no more,
Yet to love one
No less.
You're my exception, sweetheart--
A tasty poison, at best.
 Mar 2012
JLB
Hold me.
Just me.

And make it a conscious decision.
 Feb 2012
Krissy Schiller
To hate is to remain loving,
But for you I feel nothing,
But cold.
These hands used to be on fire
Like summer doused in kerosine, alight with lust for life
Snuffed out slowly, drowned in their own sweat
Now everything they touch is forgot. Forget,

But your mirage was never kind
To leave your trails of sand then hide
Short-circuit the engine of my mind
Now, these insects set in like poison
Inject their fever and move on
Of cheap heat, premeditated, less emotion
Calculated, slowly, as to draw the infection on

But two young hearts can never seem to last
Too fickle, fragile, thin as glass
So I'll search for flame in older arms
With their matches, find sparks of your love's warmth
Sick trick, sad ash, to make this season pass
They say the blacker the burn, the less it will last
If only I could fool myself just the same,
Because even cold hands can tell a dull flame.
 Feb 2012
Alan W Jankowski
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...
 Feb 2012
Carly A
Leather jackets and smoke rings.
Dark bars and motor oil stained fingers.
Varicolored skin and scarred knuckles.
Your 5 o'clock shadow scratches my chin.
My lipstick wears off,
I look out the window to see the pitch-dark is rising to violet.
Your cue.
And you leave me staring at the ceiling,
The ghosts of your hands on the surface of my skin.
 Jan 2012
Alan W Jankowski
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...
 Jan 2012
Alan W Jankowski
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...
 Jan 2012
Alan W Jankowski
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...:)
 Jan 2012
Alan W Jankowski
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...:)
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