So, Granddad, I will say goodbye.I love and miss you with all my heart,But as long as I have my loving memories,We will never be too far apart. Dont worry about mourning me,I was never easy to offend.Feel free to share a story at my expenseAnd well have a good laugh at the end. It's been mixed up week here at STW Towers, mostly thanks to everyone suddenly realising they haven't used up their annual leave so they'd better take some time off. All is lost in due time. Our fishermanWho art on riverbanksAngler be thy nameThy fishing season comesThy casting will be doneThe weather will be heavenly.Give us this day lots of bitesAnd forgive us our laughterAs we forgive you, yourLies about the one that got away.Lead us to a shoal of fishAnd deliver us a big catchFor thine is the carpThe Pike and the TroutForever and ever,Amen. Just to prove myfriendship is true to have a friend like you! Perhaps you thought I missed it all,And that wed grow apart,But Dad, I picked up everything,Its written on my heart. Death is too negative for meSo Ill be popping off for a long cup of teaDo splash out on two bags in the potAnd for my gods sake keep the water hotPlease pick the biggest mug you can findSize really does matter at this timeIll pass on the lapsang with that souchongAnd that stuff with bergamotAnd stick with my favourite friendYou know the English breakfast blendBreakfast! Tell me, what does it look like in heaven?Is it peaceful? Let us faith and hope receiveThe rose still grows beyond the wall,Scattering fragrance far and wideJust as it did in days of yore,Just as it did on the other side,Just as it will forever-more.
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Cricket themed reading for Dads funeral - Singletrack World Magazine The steps grew larger, the land less greatMy eyes more tired, my path less straightThe bells kept ringing, farther awayToo many to count, their sound now grey. The first candle represents our grief. Twenty-four numbers and one free space,Bingo players, find your place!Hoping to win if you are ableWith the cards that lay upon the table. Magnificent machines,often tease disaster.Fearless warriors,strive for nothing but faster. But here is your race medalFrom me with all my heartYoull wear my gold at every stepAnd we will never be apart. Required fields are marked *. Alone on my tin pony,to the heavens Ive been called,but fret not my dear loved ones,Im not lonely here at all. Its grand to be reunitedWith band members both old and newWe start to play it sounds so goodJust perfect like I expected it would. So let us all be gardeners fair,And tend to life with love and care,And watch the seeds we plant come through,To bloom and flourish, strong and true. I suppose, one day, I will be dead and go to meet my maker,So have this note set in my hand, there for the undertaker,Dont dress me in a shroud of white or rouge my cheeks all red,It is not right, to look a fright, een though youre stone cold dead.Give me a brand new five pound note and a Visa credit card,I want to buy a proper plot in old St Peters yard,And as I sit upon my cloud and look down at the earth,Ill watch you use my worldly goods for festival and mirth,And that will make me smile a smile, and have a laugh quite hearty,To hear you say, the buggers dead, lets have ourselves a party. He employed an incompetent plumber who always gave him the pip, Every job he went on he always left a drip.He was a good Brickie I would say he was first class but when it came to his team, they were just total Arse! Poems for those who made a living as a florist, or who simply enjoyed picking, giving or receiving flowers. Its everything you sacrificedand choices you made.Its all the problems that you solved,your lessons from mistakes. SURLY was the crossword clue,I gave a sideways stare;my hubby gave a stifled coughand looked into the air. Don't know if your F-in-Law was a church go-er but a good single line quote from the great Dickie Bird is below "Nid siocled yw popeth brown." I havent really left you guys,I am closer than you know,I will be the whisper in the wind,I will be everywhere you go. When the birds start to singAfter my owls hoot;Dont let it slip thatManners dont cost a thing. There once was a man from round hereWho loved flags more than he loved beer,He flew them with prideFrom morning til nightAnd even slept with them, so we hear! Remember how we made our special dateSame day of the week and at the same placeBehaving like young teenagers we wereTho wed been married many a year. I farmed the land,I tramped the wood,These are the thingsI understood. Many friends I know are waitingWho took an earlier trainTo greet and reassure meThat nothing has really changed. Each time we see a little cloudOr a rainbow soaring highWell think of you and gentlyWipe a tear from our eye. Poems for those who shared a passion for literature, or who worked in a literary setting during their life. And keep a song within your heart,give thanks that you can playFor the round is far too short and sweet,to let it slip away. We are connected, my child and I,by an invisible cord not seen by the eye.Its not like the cord that connects us at birththis cord cant be seen by any on earth. All the times when your heart shined throughare the greatest memories I have of you. Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor? So I kayak, and I am at peaceThis is my world; this is my wealthAnd I know this joy will never ceaseIn my kayak, I am truly myself. In this lonely place, beside a spring,I brew my tea and dream.The green leaves dance and whisper secretsIn the quiet afternoon sun. Watch it sink into the hairthe chiseled point will disappearanother sip of ale to bootgame set matchthe point is moot. Poems for those who found a love of the stage either on or off it during their life. Then a soldier,Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,Seeking the bubble reputationEven in the cannons mouth. Where on Shaftesbury Cres, the kids now play. Heavens gift, now heaven destinedAn arrow chosen from a quiverSelectedTransformedPoised and vibrating on the restDancing in anticipationTight and ready at full drawImpatient against the bowstringHearing distant tempos of dreams and discoverySensing, knowing the destinationSeeing the pathThen oh soStillAnd quiet in releaseA prayer off the lipsFlightFreedomA powerful arcRacingSoaringStraight and trueFrozen forever in the trajectoryAnd outstretched toward the welcomeBound for Home. I am the wind in your hair, the sand in your toesButterfly kisses that you feel on your noseI am with you at sunrise and in the sunsetBut you cannot see me, its my one regret. What are Airlines Policies on carrying ashes? I imagine you watchingThe many things I doProudly standing beside meAs I remember and honour you. Under the wide and starry sky,Dig the grave and let me lie.Glad did I live and gladly die,And I laid me down with a will. And I hate all those worthies who avert their eyesBecause Ive forgotten to zip up my flies.I excuse myself saying Its quite plain to seeIll have far less bother the next time I pee!In the human race maybe Im just also ranBut I dont give a toss Im a grumpy old man! Though I see the branches swaying.And watch their dancing leavesThe echoes carried on the windDont sound the same to meAs I listen to the morning birdsSing softly from afar It seems to be a mournful tuneThat echoes in my heart. We laughed we joked we talked we ateWe were a family dont you seeThough some may have been raised poorYou can see it wasnt me. Now Grandmas gone to heaven,But her quilts will long remain,Their beauty and their warmth live on,A comforting, loving refrain. We open the cupboard filled to the brimAnd wonder which game will be todays unholy sin:The boxes are faded and tattered, well worn,All filled with memories from since we were born.Theres dice and board, and card and stickWhich is the one that will be todays pick? Dont judge me for I am just like you.I can feel, I can love, and I can cry too. With great expectation you quietly sitGaining confidence, you smirk a bit.Here it comes, you see the ball,As you anxiously wait to hear the call. The bingo caller shouts out loud and clearThat number you have been waiting to hear!You rise to your feet and shout out loud:BINGO! "All is Well" by Henry Scott Holland. When I do finally reach that triple pirouetteand all is done and all is setI put myself back into classAiming for a fourth, to be better than the last. All Internet links/videos/pictures in here ONLY, Optical equipment repair and refurbishment as a hobby. His was a life full of kindness and heart,He was selfless, private, but always played his partCaring for animals to him was like art,And his example inspired many others to start. Theres not a pair of legs so thin, theres not a head so thick,Theres not a hand so weak and white, nor yet a heart so sick.But it can find some needful job thats crying to be done,For the Glory of the Garden glorifieth every one. The Driver Graeme Cook A gorgeous poem for those who felt at one with their car, rather than merely driving it.Fast Car Jamie Blake A hectic poem ideal for some who drove fast and perhaps passed away in a motoring accident.Racing Car Poem Martin Dejnicki A poem about racing, perhaps Formula 1, and the adrenaline rush it produces.Whos Driving This Car? Dear God, please take care of my little girl,The one with big eyes and soft brown curls.She was special, as you should know.I really didnt want to let her go. If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,Or walk with Kingsnor lose the common touch,If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,If all men count with you, but none too much;If you can fill the unforgiving minuteWith sixty seconds worth of distance run,Yours is the Earth and everything thats in it,Andwhich is moreyoull be a Man, my son! I light a candle in loving memory of you:Its flame flickers like the spark you lit in me.The wax melts away like moments in timeTil we meet again.So shines a symbol of hopein a sorrow-filled world.The wicks warmth keeps the flame alightlike my faith within keeps me alive.Smoke spirals into the sky towards yousaying your name.The shimmering shine spreads peaceand parts the shadows.Its illuminating light lifts my soul to youand combines our consciousness.The flame of the candle may blow outbut the flame of our lovewill always burn in my heart. Haiku I wrote whilst out at some live jazz back in October, when it was warm enough for crickets. Your email address will not be published. As we say goodbye, and bid them adieu,We remember the flag, and all it stands for true.A symbol of liberty, for all to see,We honour their memory, and now set it free. "And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. Whilst it's fictional and set in the 1920s it neatly sums up all that's good, quirky and, dare I say it, English about the game when played at grass roots village level. One, two, three,Dont cry for me,Four, five, sixIve had my kicks. Tiny Angel, look at me,I want this image clearThat I will forget your precious faceIs my biggest fear. The best description of a cricket match in my opinion is in England, Their England, written by A G McDonnell. Where was I?Whats my time? When I speak your name,It still brings me tears,And I wish I could hold youFor oh so many years. He arrived, not quite finished off,as his brother said one night,and, I bet Gods feeling awfully sadthat he didnt get him right.. Its not only just the silks, and the colour and the flair, Or all the many kindred folk that I find gathered there, Sharing the excitement of the journey jockeys facing, That whips me to action, for another day of racing.
cricket poems for funerals It knocks down the road toward the next wreckers yard,And it cant get far; whos driving this car? He liked collisions football, but they broughtheadaches. What is it about a Grandmother,that is such a special bond,Seeing not the years between us,but so very much beyond,For being so much older,just doesnt seem to be a case,The ages seem to melt to nought,within our own special place. I watched them tearing a building down,A gang of men in a busy town.With a ho-heave-ho and lusty yell,They swung a beam and a sidewall fell.I asked the foreman, Are these men skilled,As the men youd hire if you had to build?He gave me a laugh and said No indeed!Just common labour is all I need.I can easily wreck in a day or twoWhat builders have taken a year to do.And I thought to myself as I went my way,Which of these two roles have I tried to play?Am I a builder who works with care,Measuring life by the rule and square?Am I shaping my deeds by a well-made plan,Patiently doing the best I can?Or am I a wrecker who walks the town,Content with the labour of tearing down? I Juggle As I Go Mark Gregory A poem that mimics the rhythmic repetition of juggling, and, indeed, of life.The Juggler Richard Wilbur A poem that uses a juggler as ametaphorfor the kind of change one needs in life. Your ship is anchored in Gods Harbour.And your ship mates, now of equal rank.Are mustered on the deck to greet.And Pipe as you ascend the Plank. On the ashes of our Baseball Ground. And when he stood on his hands, his bodyCurled like a wave about to break,It was as if he had become a conduitFor the energy that lifted him, a lakeThrough which the light of motion passedAs if he were a lens that bentThe radiance of his own quickness.
30 Beautiful Funeral Poems To Read At A Memorial Service The sun goes down,But gentle warmthStill lingers on the land. You ran with grace and strength all game,Your footwork swift and sure,Scored goals with ease and utmost grace,Brought joy to all who saw. The sounds of all your heartbeatsAre my sweetest melodyAnd at all my heavenly bedtimeThe angels play it back to me. Hey, you guys, dont feel guilty,It was just my time to go.I can see youre all feeling sad,I can see the tears still flow. So, if this is the last timeWe speak, then may I say,Life with you was good, my friend,And Ill see you on the 19th one day.
150 Funeral Poems and Readings for Loved Ones - Legacy.com We light these five candles in honour of our loved ones: One for our grief, one for our courage, one for our memories, one for our love, and one for our hope. Martial arts is so much more than just a fighting art:It strengthens one spiritually by connecting the soul and heart,Martial arts does more than strengthening the mind, body and soul,It teaches you discipline, lessons to keep emotions under control. I do not think my song will endWhile flowers, grass and treesAbound with birds and butterfliesFor I am one with these. I do not ask you for your tears,For I am free, my suffering past.Remember all the times we laughed,And when you find that happy place,Let a smile light up your face. Core of my heart, my country! A trip to the Ring, its all part of the gameto lay down a tenner on the horse with the namethat sounds like a winner, a worthwhile betbut tarry no longer, well miss the jet set. And we must play on. I imagine you dancingSkipping among the cloudsHappily singing with the angelsLooking down upon the crowds. I breathed a song into the air,It fell to earth; I knew not where.For who has sight so keen and strong,That it can follow the flight of song? They move through threatening ghostsFeeling them cool as mistOn their brows. I pray the umpire knows his job,And doesnt lift his finger.But if he does I pledge to you:Ill not forlornly linger.
Poet laureate honours Queen Elizabeth II with new work, Floral Tribute But, even in death, Harold Pinter made sure his final farewell was as carefully and poetically orchestrated as his life's. A mile of gleaming metal linesThe circle and the park;Out of saddles, boots hit brickAnd make for chapels heart. I will still keep you withinFreedom is importantThe wild roar of your heartis not for me anymoreI am allowing you to make your next journey. I shot an arrow into the air,It fell to earth; I knew not where.For, so swiftly it flew, the sightCould not follow it in its flight. Id like to sow the barren spotswith all the flowers of earth,To leave a path where those who comeshould find but gentle mirth;And when at last Im called uponto join the heavenly throngId like to feel along my wayId left no sign of wrong. Well see your smile in every rayOf sunshine after rainAnd hear the of echo of your laughterOver all the pain. A Fleeting Image Avi Fleischer A beautiful poem about life with several artistic metaphors.Go On With The Day Silvia Hartmann A poem urging those left behind to marvel at the beauty and art within life.Importance of Art Komal Jindal A poem highlighting the deceaseds artistic achievements.We Are All Painters Ola Radka A short verse arguing that everyone paints their life with beauty and emotion.
Cricket Quotes - Funny, Inspirational and Motivational Beyond anon A short verse signalling the hope that beyond the bad emotions there is peace and forgiveness.Dont Judge Me Kathleen Wilson A lament on behalf of someone who may have felt outcast or unaccepted.If I Had A Voice Caroline Wilkes A verse apologising for not always being the best person one could be.Time Will Ease The Hurt Bruce B Wilmer A verse suggesting that time helps painful memories fade away.When I Come To The End Mrs Lyman Hancock A verse urging mourners to remember the deceased at their best. Now both of us have been to school though many years ago we both have passed our English gradesbut still we do not know! I loved when that engine rumbled,And the biker friends who rode with me, would help me when I stumbled.You are amongst my dearest friends, brothers and sisters of the road,Weve travelled many miles together, shared many heavy loads. Poems for people from Yorkshire, or for those who loved and epitomised it during their life. The following database of poems and readings is an ever-expanding list of verses useful for anyone planning a funeral ceremony for a loved one. A 93rd minute winner ensures the days before the next game are filled with hope, a thumping defeat fills hearts with despair.
With my lantern I decide not to go deeperas I stand at the doorwayfeeling much like a gatekeeperwishing it was forever that I could staybut now home is where I must make my way.
Funeral Poems | Popular Bereavement Poems | SunLife Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die.
Funeral Poems - Mark Your Occasion Our world without a dazzling fight.So hear this now, my love, my lifeSince your sweet sunshine left the blueA brilliant rainbow spanned the skyAnd that is how well think of you.
20+ Most Popular Funeral Poems - Heavenly Doves Therell be many destinationsSome are happy, some are sadEach one a brief reminderOf the great times that weve had. MORE THYME! Though I may forget you,its important that you seejust how much it means to methat you remember me. Karate is a quiet art,Yet speaks louder than a shout.It moves with grace, a work of heart,And can turn a life around. Her knitting needles are now silentNot a sound more will they makeBut what a wonderful lesson [name] has left usTo give always more than you take. Climbing up inclines so tall,treading carefully as not to fallemerging from the depthstaking several deep breathsI make my way to the surfacethe thought of leaving makes me nervous. Farewell My Friend Judy Marriott A poem written for a friend who was by the authors side for many years.Friend Poem anon A poem about always being there for those you love.Goodbye My Friend Karla Bonoff A sorrowful goodbye to a friend who was with us through all of lifes moments.My Wish For You Debra Chesnoff A poem originally written for a good friend diagnosed with a terminal disease.A Real Friend anon A verse comparing a simple friend to a true friend. For a deeply private man it was a brief and intensely private funeral. Last Journey Timothy Coote A rhythmic poem ideal for someone who loved locomotives. My mums playing Bingo in heavenWith a happy smile on her faceIf shed known there was a Bingo hall in heavenShed have looked more forward to the place!Past 78 and heavens gateIts 83 and time for teaWith 61 and a bakers bunAnd no queue for the lavatory!After 41 and time for fun,Shes won with 54 and wiped the floorI really do thank my lucky starsMy mum landed in heaven instead of on Mars! The ball swung, swerved and darted, If I had a voice nowIt would be lovingAnd I would say thank you for all of your care.If I had a voice nowId want to tell youIm sorry for not always wanting to be there.My life, it confused you, it did so to me.But I am released now and my heart is free.The heart that was hidden beneath all the pain,It felt so much more than I could explain.And if I had a voice now,Id say out loudI love you, I wish that Id made that clear.And in my lifetimeI need you to knowThat I was much more than I did appear.These are things that Id say through choiceif I had a chance and if I had a voice. I was just an average batsman, and a less than average fielder. I cannot speak, but I can listen. If thou wouldst win, and not thy fortune rue,Subdue thyself yet to thyself be true. They were the glue that held us all in place, The one we could always depend on, Their warmth and kindness never failed, Their love, an endless fountain. Ring out old shapes of foul disease;Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;Ring out the thousand wars of old,Ring in the thousand years of peace. Aunt Mabel Don Geiger A poem written for a specific aunt, but which many nieces and nephews can relate to.My Aunt Megan Stokes A poem written for an aunt but can be used for a generic female role model.What My Aunt Meant To Me anon A beautiful poem indicating the place in our hearts that our aunt held. Im giving up bridge Tonights my last nightIts amen to Staymen, I give up the fight.The insults and muddles are giving me troublesAnd I cant sleep at night for thinking of doubles. Dark depths of the ocean:A world unknown to the human race,Careful of every motionSo as not to disturb this place.Colours you have never seen before;Fish that can fit in the palm of your hand;Plants covering most of the ocean floor;All that is left is sparkling white sand.Staring in awe, as an outsider looking in,This world is perfect it seems Wishing I would never leave this intriguing island;Maybe I will visit it again in my dreams. That apron dusted tablesAnd shooed away the fliesIt did just fine as oven mittsTo take out bubbling pies. That taketh all things under wing. You came into this lifetime for a purpose,You may have followed someones footsteps,orMay have followed your dream,Maybe you just joined to drive with lights and sirens,butYou made it your life. At the moment of birth, I held you closeI looked into those eyes I saw myself, I saw your soulA bond that never dies. When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: With showers and dewdrops wet; And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget. These are examples of the best cricket poems written by PoetrySoup members Home Submit Poems Login Sign Up Member Home My Poems My Quotes My Profile & Settings My Inboxes My Outboxes Soup Mail Contests Poems Poets Famous Poems Famous Poets Dictionary Types of Poems Quotes Short Stories Articles Forum Blogs Poem of the Day New Poems Resources . We would all sit at the tableEveryone in their placeThere were never any surprisesWe recognised every face. A broad demographic, some salt of the earthWho with them they bring passion, character and worthThe owners, the trainers, the jockeys, the stridethe horses, the strappers, the dreams and the pride. Dont laugh at me, for I am not laughing with you.I see youre laughing at me why is this true? If you can scan the skies in dreary weather,And do not feel downhearted when you say,Its dark now, and I havent got a feather,Yet you know that there are several on the day.If you can spare a handful for a stray one,And room at night to rest its weary frame.Count not the cost of what it eats, begrudge none,But hope someone will treat yours just the same. And now my race had endedSo much I have achievedI loved you all so very muchIt was so hard to leave. The fifth candle we light for hope: that you will live on through us, never be erased from our memory, that your life continues to make a difference in the world. Short Funeral Poems Nobody likes long-winded, dry segments at an already dour event like a funeral. When my bowling ball reaches the end of the alleyI hope for a strike.And when my life culminates in a dramatic finale,Heres what Id like: Id like to look back and not to feel blue;But to know that I rumbled through life straight and true.Id like to laugh at all the times I made your sides split,With moments of hilarity, of humour and of wit. The bodys anatomy and physiology, the minds psychology must be knownBy a fighter in order for the perfect execution of a technique to be shownMartial arts is a pursue of knowledge, many things that one must learn,So the hidden swirling potential within gets drawn out to burn. One, Two, Three, Four Mark Gregory A poem ideal for the death of a former model and fashion designer.A Photo anon An intimate poem about the feelings that arise upon seeing a beautiful photo of a person. The poet laureate, Simon Armitage, has released a poem to mark the death of Queen Elizabeth II. Sunday morning early comesThis sweltering summers day;Chrome and coffee polished offAs bike and rider wake. The scent of the roast,The hiss of the brew,The warmth of the cup,It all reminds us of you. As you touched our livesWith your generosity and careYour laughter and love always shone through. Like the car he drives,He will pass you in the fast lane of life,Like the blaring music from his car,He loves life and a good joke,Like the roaring engine of his car,His temper will take off like a racer to the finish line,With his fast car he ran straight through everyones heart,When his engine went he went along with his fast car to heaven,Going fast as he could down the road of eternal sleep,While he lies in his eternal sleep never to wake his fast car lies with him! From the moment they are born, That bond never shall be torn,Regardless of all they do or say,Theyll always be your kid,No matter what they did,Loves bloodline, can never go astray. Nature funeral poems about flowers and trees. Most prefer it flyingFree to wave and blowNot sitting on a mantelWithout the stripes to show. The time has come when time is no moreand all thats left was once before. They help to capture the spirit of the person lost and express the feelings of the people left behind. The tide recedes,But leaves behindBright seashells on the sand. I brood not over the broken past,Nor dread whatever time may bring;No nights are dark, no days are long,While in my heart there swells a song,And I can sing.
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