Alan W. Jankowski

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Let the world always remember,
That fateful day in September,
And the ones who answered duty's call,
Should be remembered by us all.

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.

All the trust we've built together,
Bonds developed from the start,
Have somehow been ripped in two,
Like you ripped apart my heart.

You probably were a bully,
Who never did well in school,
Stole other kid’s lunch money,
And thought it was really cool.

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.

I'd heard about social networking,
And how it was the next big thing,
So I just had to take a look,
And ended up on Facebook.

I have entered so many contests,
And I'm starting to wonder why,
Just sitting here thinking about it,
Makes me want to cry.

People always offer opinions and advice,
As to what you should or shouldn't do,
Though they can barely manage themselves,
They seem to know what's best for you.

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.

I walk down a broken street in search of my Promised Land,
I'm on a mission from God and my God's name is Heroin.
In the distance I can hear the gunfire,
I'm in a holy war, my sergeant's named desire.


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,

I returned to Paris as in days gone by,
Now that I'm here, I'm not sure why,
For the city that once felt like home,
Is a joyless place when you're alone.

I want to teach my dog,
Some tricks that are new,
Like sit, fetch and heel,
As a dog’s expected to do.


He was the voice of those who had no voice,
The spokesman for the oppressed.
He became a true hero to the downtrodden,
Who had been denied their basic human rights.

Some loves may come your way,
And captivate your mind,
And some loves may touch your heart,
With words so sweet and kind.

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,

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 thank you for letting me love you,

I thank you for letting me know your arms,
Your gentle touch, your delicate charms,

All the strife and pending doom,
A world outside filled with gloom,
Cannot reach me in my room.
People I meet are so unkind,

Your passion burns so very deep,
Like secret dreams when you sleep,
The passion burns so deep inside,
Such deep desires that you hide,

Alan W. Jankowski Biography

PLEASE NOTE: As of April,2016 I will no longer be posting any new work on this site because of their ridiculous censorship rules. If you want to read any of my more recent poems, they can be found on other poetry sites on the net. Thanks. Alan W. Jankowski is the award winning author of well over one hundred short stories, plays and poems. His stories have been published online, and in various journals including Oysters & Chocolate, Muscadine Lines: A Southern Journal, eFiction Magazine, Zouch, The Rusty Nail, and a few others he can't remember at the moment. His poetry has more recently become popular, and his 9-11 Tribute poem was used extensively in ceremonies during the tenth anniversary of this tragic event... http: // When he is not writing, which is not often, his hobbies include music and camera collecting. He currently resides in New Jersey. He always appreciates feedback of any kind on his work, and can be reached by e-mail at:

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We Shall Never Forget (9-11 Tribute)

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.


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