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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 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 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.
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 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 Dec 2011
I had a girlfriend who told me she's gay,
My first reaction was to say "No way."
I gave this situation some heavy thought,
It seemed so against everything I was taught,
I told her she just had to go,
Who it was I didn't want to know,
I told her she could do what she like,
I didn't want to meet this other ****,
Then in a while instead of being furious,
I found myself becoming a bit curious,
What she told me nearly put me in shock,
She’d been dating the girl down the block,
The one who lives just down the street,
The one I’ve really been wanting to meet,
I told her to ignore what I said before,
That we can talk this over some more,
Maybe if she could bring her by,
I would start to understand why,
No use in her sneaking around,
When we could all be getting down,
If she has a hot looking mother,
She can do one, I'll do the other,
We could even make a flick,
Her, me and this other chick,
Hey, I'm just a modern guy,
I'm willing to give this thing a try,
As long as I can watch and learn,
And maybe even get my turn,
Her being gay might not be so bad,
In fact I might even be very glad,
So when your girl says she's a *******,
Think this out, don’t try to punch her,
Find out if her partner's hot,
You can get rid of her if she's not,
But this could be the best thing that could be,
As long as the bed's big enough for three.

01-14-10b
This was done as a bit of a ****** humor piece, and if you've read any of my stuff you'd know this was certainly not my first attempt...and yes, I know "gay" and "bisexual" are two different things...I don't need another lecture...
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...
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