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Alan W Jankowski Dec 2011
They were two lovers who were destined to meet,
With a passion so hot you could feel the heat,
Lovers with feelings so hot and so strong,
They could not be contained for very long,
Feeling more from the groin than from the heart,
Nothing on Earth could keep them apart,
Taking their passions incredibly higher,
They burned out of control like wildfire,
She was playful like a little child,
But under the sheets she was wild,
Him, she thought, was ******* great,
No other lover could hope to rate,
On a regular basis these two would meet,
Taking great pains to keep it discreet,
Once they entered that downtown hotel,
It was like Pavlov's dogs at the sound of the bell,
In what was more of a ***** than a loving embrace,
Lips were soon locked as they stood face to face,
While pulling at their clothes until they were torn,
They were soon naked as the day they were born,
Once they were free of shirts and pants,
They began their famous lover's dance,
As they hit the bed they began to ball,
Like two animals hearing nature's call,
As their heated bodies started to mesh,
Soon naked flesh pounded naked flesh,
Grabbing her arms firmly in his grasp,
He worked her so hard she began to gasp,
Grunts and moans were all that was heard,
As neither of the two could utter a word,
Lovers who soared so very high,
They wrote their names upon the sky,
Lovers who heeded the call of the night,
Making hot love with all of their might,
In a blazing moment of sweat and glory,
It was another chapter in a lover's story.

07-02-10.
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...
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
We started out as a couple of friends,
Who saw each other now and then,
Two people hurt many times before,
And afraid of getting hurt once more.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

04-25-10.
I believe this is lucky number 13 of the 67Goat poems, this one was actually inspired by a forum thread over on Lush Stories about women over 35...
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...:)
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