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Alan Fitz Poem
Trick or Treat
Trick or Treat is oh so neat, as we go door to door,
We dont have a preference, we go to rich and poor.
We are given candy, bars ,chips ,and cans of pop to,
For no one wants to get tricked, it wont look good on you.
We pick a route that has many homes, as we start out for the night,
Our parents follow close behind, so we dont fuss and fight.
At the end of the line i am happy to say, i am full lets go home,
My feet were getting kind of sore, it seemed right to the bone.
When we finally reach our home, and open up the door,
There were still kids out there, just asking to get more.
For us we were happy, just to sit for a spell,
Try to put our feet up, but there goes the door bell.
So if your think about it, going out to trick or treat,
Stop and think for a while,about how it hurts your feet.
But ask any kid today, just what they would rather do?
Trick or Treating of course, because they give candy free to you .
Copyright © Alan Fitz | Year Posted 2010
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Alan Fitz Poem
I have a friend in poetry name Christy,
The poems she writes make your eyes go misty.
She is gentle and kind,and knows what to say,
Her poems help me get through another rough day.
She writes long poems and short poems and never strays,
Im sure she checks her comments to see what you have to say.
She writes about war she writes about peace,
She writes about children dieing in the streets.
I dont know her personally but i know of her poems,
I read them all the time ,and im sure she is well known.
I hope i can write like her one day,
So all can see what i have to say.
For now ill just try and do my best,
To write like Christy without taking a rest.
I dont know how she dose it day after day,
I seem to run out of words to say.
What ever you do Christy , dont stop writing,
The words in your poems, keeps us fighting,
To find ways to end all this trouble and pain,
So children can walk the streets , without fear of being slayen.
Copyright © Alan Fitz | Year Posted 2008
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>>>>>>>>>>>>>>My brothers Son was lost at sea,
His body was never found.
The coast guard searched up and down the coast,
The crew they think had drowned.
Trent was just turned twenty-three,
Full of life and had high expectations.
He wanted to earn his own way,
Not have to rely on his relations.
He got a job on a fishing boat,
On the ocean they did go.
Dragging was the means use to catch the fish,
It some times went very slow.
When they failed to return that night,
The coast guard were asked to look.
They looked up and down the coast,
But not one thing came in sight.
The boat was never found that day,
It was presumed, that it had sunk.
It seemed awful strange though ,
There was no storm or no junk.
As the search went on one was found,
Drifting just of shore.
The others were never found,
Only to be seen no more.
The families gather togather ,
To pray for thier lost souls.
For the fishermen who lost thier lives,
Whos hearts were pure as gold.
Copyright © Alan Fitz | Year Posted 2009
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Alan Fitz Poem
I picked one rose and cried a tear,
It reminded me of you when you once were near.
I picked another,and of course it was red,
Things that you said went through my head.
The third rose was stunning ,and stood so strong,
Put the three together,in the words of a song.
The fourth rose was shinning, you could see it from here,
Put the four together,and wish i were there.
The fifth rose was sad as it drooped a little,
So i moved it in closer, to the middle.
The six rose said i can help number five,
By teaching him how we all can survive.
The seventh rose had a long and thorny shaft,
It had to be cut , so it would last.
The eight rose smelled like the summer air,
They sell bunches of eight at the summer fair.
The ninth rose said hey, don't forget about me,
Just because you have alligeries and i make you sneeze.
The tenth rose was happy to go with the bunch,
He dident want to end up ,about to be crunched.
The eleventh rose snuggled into the crowd,
Saying hey look at me ,im strong and proud.
The twelveth rose came in at the top of the pick,
Saying im the greatest because i look so slick.
Now that i have all twelve together,
Im going to add in a bunch of feathers.
Send them to you on wings of a Dove,
So that you will always remember that you are loved.
Copyright © Alan Fitz | Year Posted 2008
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From the day of birth,we are so innocent and fair,
With nothing on our minds, no troubles no cares.
Learning to talk was a major deaster,
For no one could tell exactly what was the matter.
We cry and we screem ,to show we are in pain,
They dont seem to understand and we though that was mean.
So of to the doctors we went that day,
Only to have the doctor tell Mom im ok.
Learning to walk got me bumps and bruses,
But its what we must do ,im sure no one chouses.
Climbing up the stairs , got me in trouble,
On the way down, i wished i were in a bubble.
After mastering that feat , it was off to school,
Because my mom said im not raising no fool.
In grade one i had a hard time with girls,
They would walk up to me and flick thier curls.
Things start to look up as i got older,
But you know those girls only got bolder.
They made me laugh,and they made me cry,
Some made me happy and filled with joy.
Then came love and next was marriage,
Two years time i was pushing a baby carriage.
Going back over my trials of life,
I knew my baby girl was in for a long fight.
But its the highway we all must travel,
In order to get to this level.
My little girl will be doing this one day,
Ill be in heaven watching her in every way.
You see im much older and dont have a lot of time,
To watch my two baby girls grow up and look so fine.
God is calling me to another life,
But he said on this highway ,there will be no strife.
Your fears and your troubles will all go away,
When you take this highway ,your with me to stay.
They will come joing you when its thier time,
But for now they must follow thier own minds.
So if you have kids , guide them with care,
They will grow up with nothing to fear.
Teach them right from wrong each day.
For the HIGHWAY OF LIFE isent always what they say.
Copyright © Alan Fitz | Year Posted 2007
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When i was just a young boy,my sister i did go see,
She had married a fisherman,they lived of the sea.
Every morning at four A.M ,he would be up and out the door,
Heading for that fishing shack, just along the shore.
Making sure there was enough gas, to get him there and back,
Checking to see if the oars were on board, life jackets were in the sack.
He asked if i would like to go,to see how fishermen pulled thier nets,
I said sure count me in,will i need some mits?
A rain coat in case it rains,a long pair of rubber boots,
He said ok your ready,once we are out there it will be a hoot.
We started out from the wharf ,the sea it was calm,
He said its going to be a good day,we may even catch some clams.
Just out side the harbor,the sea got a little rough,
He seen the worry in my eyes, said awwwww your tough.
If you feel the need ,to lean over the side,
Dont be ashamed, its happen to me when i was just a boy.
When we got to the point ,where land we could no longer see,
We found the markers for his nets ,It was the only thing red in the deep blue sea.
We began to pull the nets over the side, taking fish off as they come,
Baiting the hooks as they went back in so there will be more fish on the next run.
Then all of sudden the wind came up,the waves got even bigger,
My stomach was starting to turn,and i was feeling sicker.
So in haste , he turned the small boat around and headed for land,
I was never so happy, when my feet hit the sand.
I said sorry but fishing isent the life for me,
But thank you so much for letting me see.
So a fishermans life isent for everyone ,thats true,
Of i go to try something new.
Copyright © Alan Fitz | Year Posted 2008
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>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Im here to tell you a story.
Its sad and its true.
I met a girl along the way,
She looked a lot like you.
I would see her on the bus going to school,
Her eyes were o so blue.
Each time she would look my way ,
My heart would come unglued.
We became very close friends,
I saved my money and bought a ring.
As i put it on her finger,
My heart felt like it could sing.
It all came to an end one Friday afternoon,
The school bus blew a tire.
The driver lost controll of the bus,
It rolled and caught on fire.
Kids were screaming , let me out,
But the doors would not open.
As i looked around for my close friend,
She had fallen, her neck was broken.
It was on that day , my heart did break,
I had lost my closest friend.
Now i ride the bus alone,
Trying to comprehend.
As i look out the school bus window,
At times i can still see her blue eyes.
It makes me feel so sad inside,
We never got a chance, to even say good bye.
Copyright © Alan Fitz | Year Posted 2009
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My sister Shelia is in need of some prayers,
She hit her head in a bad fall,and at times she not here.
Her left side is paralised,with no hope in sight,
Only prayers give her the strength to fight.
I can see the hurt in her eyes , each time i go visit,
Not knowing what went wrong or why she was admitted.
We tell her she had a stroke,and there is no cure,
Only God and his goodness can help her for sure.
We ask Angels to watch over here through out the night,
Dont let her stray, but keep up the fight.
If the prayers are so many , i am sure God will hear,
Put peace in her mind ,so she no longer holds fear.
I would thank you so much and im sure my sister will too,
To know what perfect strangers prayers can do.
It can open peoples eyes , that could never see,
People get up and walk,with two busted knees,
Sickness get cured in a blink of an eye,
The power of prayer would never die.
Copyright © Alan Fitz | Year Posted 2008
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Its Easter time for family and friends,
Joy and laughter goes on to no end.
The big Easter hunt will soon be here,
Kids are all happy to know that its near.
Its a special time in most parents life,
To have their kids around them,its an awesome sight.
They will search the house up side down,
To find the most Easter eggs, and wear the crown.
I found the most ,one kid will say,
So i wear the crown ,through out this day.
Not all Easters turn out like we plan,
For one kid is lost,like a grain of sand.
As parents we try and deal with this lost,
Of one kid not here,and the trials it has cost.
We pray that God will look after her, in her struggle to see,
How things went wrong , between her and me.
If i could turn back time ,and right the wrong,
Make things better,grow love that strong.
Pay more attention to their wants and needs,
Help them through trouble times, is where i should be.
Easter comes but once a year,
It should be the time of love and not of fear.
Trying to see things through her eyes,
Makes me feel sad, for i know she tries.
Copyright © Alan Fitz | Year Posted 2008
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>>>>>>>>>>>>Krista is my beautiful young niece you see,
She lives in a small fishing village down by the sea.
She has a daughter named Kaitlyn, who looks so fine,
Without a doubt, she is one of a kind.
She is as smart as a whip,
With a heart of gold.
She gets along great with her friends,
Not to shy, or not to bold.
Her teachers look forward to having her in class,
She is not like some kids, she completes her tasks.
Her mothers heart swells up with joy,
When she opens her report card, with marks so high.
I know she will grow up a smart young lady,
For she has been this way , ever since she was a baby.
But then she has a great roll model, a helper , a mother,
Maybe one day, a sister, or brother.
But for now though i am sure things are just fine,
Grand pa and Grand ma will help to tow the line.
Copyright © Alan Fitz | Year Posted 2009
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