Use code HELLO54 when you join us as a print or digital member and your membership will be half price for the first year. - Navjot Sidhu 8 0 Add a comment I have met him away from his own native dales,In cities and lands where strange language prevails;Yet a breath of his county he always exhales,and thus you will know hes a Yorkshireman. To the pearly gates of Heaven, where they will usher you in. Keep the men happy and the girls nice,Let everybody be merry and have a good night.Keep the hookers out and the troublemakers at home,Leave the anger and misgivings at the door. There is no frigate like a bookTo take us lands away,Nor any coursers like a pageOf prancing poetry. Stalactites hang from abovetheir beauty alone is enoughwalls covered in draperiesmillions of years of Earths memories. Words have that kind of poweryou remind the clothes that remain in the drawer, arms stubbornlyfolded across the chest, or slung across the backs of chairs. The lazy float that controls the boatAnd makes the swing quite true,And gives that rest that the oarsman blestAs he drives the blade right through. 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 beauty and peace it brings my wayIs difficult to describeFor we who bike for pleasureBelong to a different tribe. Go on with the day,go on with the night,enjoy the richeslife has to offer. Therell be many destinationsSome are happy, some are sadEach one a brief reminderOf the great times that weve had. But now their time on earth is doneAnd we gather to say goodbyeWell remember them very fondlyAs we look up at the night sky. That our caravanning days togetherHave now ended that is trueBut travel on my darlingAnd think of me as you do. I have to goagaineven thoughIve just come backeven ifIm covered in bloodblood all over meeverywherethat no one bothersto wipe offand yet they call mestillthe crowd cheersthe ref is impatientmy opponent awaits meI feel deadenedevery voice is far awayand yet I hearI knowthat this is the momentthat I have to goits my jobat first I liked itI couldnt stopit was my lifenow no longerIm exhaustedworn outIm in pieceshow longcan my body last?how many of those punchescan it take?night is fallingI feel itfalling quicklyon memy powers weakendeath will comeand bethe fatal woundfor methe final defeat. Langston Hughes remarks: As Befits a Man. When yesterday we thought about tomorrow; The professional on TV at the moment are women, so that's a very welcome change at least. Animal Lover Mark Gregory A poem ideal for someone who had a deep love for animals.Fly Robert Longley An inspiration poem about setting your soul free without fear.If (Pigeon-Fancier Version) original by Rudyard Kipling An adaptation of Kiplings original, but for a pigeon-fancier. 3. Poems For Funerals: Poems & Verses For Sympathy Messages I dont know where wed be today,If it werent for the two of you.To show us strength, support, and love,Like only the two of you can do. To the living, I am gone, To the sorrowful, I will never return, To the angry, I was cheated, But to the happy, I am at peace, And to the faithful, I have never left. It'll knock you for six: the best poem ever written about cricket Simon Heffer 25 September 2018 7:00am Francis Thompson, poet and cricket enthusiast Credit: Getty The torrent of. Ring out the old, ring in the new,Ring, happy bells, across the snow:The year is going, let him go;Ring out the false, ring in the true. So as we lay them down to restWell watch one final filmIn honour of their memoryAnd the love they had for them. Popular funeral poems and readings. Who was that man, you may well ask?To tell you now is my last task.It makes me proud, it makes me glad,To tell you that man, he was my dad. Donald Bradman quote: The game of cricket existed long Skylarking, Tales In Rhyme For The Youthful "Cricket Choir Grand Rapids Cricket Club, by Julia Ann Moore, Cricket, s : Wilson, George Francis :, Download Issa's Untidy Hut: Cricket Songs: Japanese Haiku, Tingling Catch: Cecil W Pierces 1894 Australian cricket. Poems for those who loved clothes in all their forms, or who made a living in the fashion industry. So fleeting is this thing called life, we journey toward its end,experiencing pieces of a puzzle we dont truly comprehend.The hues of our emotion paint a picture of our past,as we hurtle toward a destiny that is not meant to last.Youth a canvas all in white, not knowing what awaits,feel caresses of a brush that which we know as fate.Love so very true in reds, that beat within our heart,shadows black take form as hate, which tears the soul apart.Greens of joy and happiness, lush grass beyond compare,sadness, shrouded depths of blue, the waters of despair.Yellow screams of agony and pain which we endure.Guilt and shame are shades of grey, a torrential downpour.Earthy brown desires are that for which we lust,the loss of which comes with age, like chrome begins to rust.The image changing constantly as time plods slowly on,taking shape in many forms, as the twilight replaces dawn.We look into a mirror for the answers which we seek,but we find no consolation as our eyes grow dim and weak.The final touches on a painting created with much love,as we realise that the destination is the gallery above. They kept us warm on winter nights,A sense of peace and calm,They were more than just plain fabric;They were creations of her palm. But now youre gonebut yet youre hereWell sense you everywhere.You are our sorrow and our joy,Theres love in every tear. I pray the umpire knows his job,And doesnt lift his finger.But if he does I pledge to you:Ill not forlornly linger. Without any doubt or fearmy favourite drink is surely beer,anything from pale, to brown alein fact any beer thats on sale,never halves, only pints or largerstout, bitter, smooth or golden lager,wonderful taste of malt and hopsproduced from ripe natural crops,must be drunk cold never warmdrinking good beer will do no harm,beer surely doesnt cause a beer bellydrink too much makes you very silly,you can keep your spirits and winea good pint of beer to me is just fine,beer is drunk north, south, east and westevery country thinks their beers the best. Some Folk Pam Nelson A poem reflecting on how a person made everyone around them feel special and loved. Dont curse me, for I have done you no wrong.I only want the acceptance I have needed for so long. A candle burns bright in a window of goldA beacon for lifes weary heartPromising beauty and splendours untoldOf a world that now keeps us apart. There was once a master carpenter and he lived a good lifefor he loved to work, building things of wood.He was loved by his family,by his sons and his daughter,and especially by his wife.He was loved by everyone who knew him. Through our tears we look upwards to see [person] watching over us. Hauskat Meemit. Cricket, Lovely Cricket By Kwame Dawes Sometimes living in America is like living in a bubble. I lie wrapped in a tapestry,Stitched with every memory,That we have shared together,Through calm and stormy weather,By each others side. Some light up rooms with their laughterOthers brighten the world with a smile.Many will make you feel happyBy sitting nearby for a while. Gymnasts (Sonnet #52) Paul Rowley A beautiful sonnet about the fine line between success and failure.Her Chosen Way Mark Gregory A rhyming poem about the beauty and skill of a female gymnast.The Way He Moved Mark Gregory A poem in free verse about the graceful movements of a gymnast. To say it loud was helpful,and although quite absurd,we kept repeating time againthat same annoying word. Core of my heart, my country! The Funeral Bell Francis Duggan A sombre poem about the feelings that arise upon hearing a funeral bell.Ring Out, Wild Bells Alfred Lord Tennyson A wonderful piece about ringing out the bad and ringing in the good.Villanelle Of Bells Keith Douglas A lengthy but beautifully poetic piece about bells guiding our way in life. Crickets Demi, Gods And Villains, by Rajnish Manga A Cricket Sang Good Luck, by Sandra Fowler, Hunter. I know you are watching over meAs my life goes on.I will treasure the memories I have of you.I cant believe youre gone. One, two, three, four,Much older now, death is at my door,Five, six, seven, eight,Even I cant escape my fate. Hers was a life full of kindness and heart,She was selfless, private, but always played her partCaring for animals to her was like art,And her example inspired many others to start. He said, Son, Ive made a lifeOut of readin peoples facesKnowin what the cards wereBy the way they held their eyesSo if you dont mind my sayinI can see youre out of acesFor a taste of your whiskeyIll give you some advice.. The empty spots beckon; They yearn to be filled And if Im successful Im quietly thrilled. Poems predominantly for those who worked behind a bar, but also those hobby mixologists. I was here, I used it all,and now I am at peace. Sown in the earth by skillful handsBrought forth by sun and storm,Destined for a harvest dayFulfilled when ripe grain forms. How lucky I was,How blessed Ive been,You were more than my Aunt,You were also my friend. Farewell my friend, youre leaving.Its time for you to go.Your friendship was a blessing,And I will miss you so.We shared so many secrets.You brightened up my days.You brought me so much happinessWith your kind and loving ways.You lifted up my spiritsWhen I was feeling blue.No matter what was happening,You knew just what to do.We ran between the raindropsAnd walked beneath the sun,Ran barefoot in the summertime,And oh, we had such fun.Through all the ups and downs of lifeThe good times and the sad,From high school days to golden years,The best friend I ever had.God is here to take you home.Now you and I must part.I love you, and foreverYou will live within my heart. How to Seal your Memorial Charm Jewellery, Biodegradable Urns for the Sea, Lake or River. Then gracefully his arm went outHe knew how he would bowl itWrong bias there!, then came the shoutWouldnt ya bloody know it!Here is a little message Make it a golden rule Always check your biasAnd you wont be a fool! Board Games Lou Szymkow An atmospheric poem detailing the memories we all have of family board gaming days.A Game Of Life Frank Preston Stearns A old-fashioned yet moving sonnet comparing chess to life. The path tightens,the corridors wind and weavemysterious sounds frightenseeing the magic others see. A humanist funeralis a non-religious ceremony that focuses on the person who has died, the life they led, and the relationships they forged. In the end,only one gets to brag.The first to kiss,the checkered flag. Anger, hate, sorrow and fear, emotions within meant to be kept at bay,Courage, patients, persistence within ones mind and soul each dayThe art of fighting is so much more than just effective ways to kill,It sharpens and enriches the human mind with each new learned skill. Fossils ,storms,eroded coast.The shadow that I miss the most.A lonely voice, lost to the waves.Singing in a hidden cave.A silent humupon the shore,a voice thats never heard,no more.Maybe on some other plain,somewhere lost inside my brain.Words transcending from the grave,somewhere lost inside my brain. A place of work where people doAs if about to do: concentratesThe readers face, lift up the lampTo look for something in the book, and turnThe page, and then read on and lift it upAgain. You offered kindnessAnd greetings with a hug and kiss,Each freely out of love which I will miss. Although I cannot see you,I feel your presence near.I will hold you close in memory,Till I drop my very last tear. I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tideIs a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,And the flung spray and the blown spume and the seagulls crying. ThanksDad, for teaching us to be strong,ThanksDad, for showing us whats right and wrong.ThanksDad, for giving us enough love and shelter,ThanksDad, for sharing with us our tears and laughter.ThanksDad, for teaching us to stand on our own,ThanksDad, for all the love and care you have shown.ThanksDad, for giving us support and inspiration,ThanksDad, for guiding us in our decision-making.ThanksDad, for being responsible, kind, and hardworking,ThanksDad, for lending us your time when were concentrating.ThanksDad, for loving us from deep inside your heart,ThanksDad, for hoping to be with us when we were apart.ThanksDad, for showing us how a realDadshould be,ThanksDad, for always caring for mum, my brother, and me.What more can we ask from a great father like you,For special fathers like you are so far between and few.ThanksDad, for showing us unconditional caring and love,We hope,Dad, that you can read and hear this from above. Some people say keeping a barIs the worst job on the EarthI know the truth; how wrong they areIf only they knew its worth! And though you are gone, though youre not here with methe cord is still there but no one can seeIt pulls at my heart, I am bruisedI am sorebut this cord is my lifeline as never before. You would need to contact the club directly try [email protected] to start with. "At Lords" by Francis Thompson is pretty well-known (above wiki > cricket poetry > poems). Love is like a game of cards,you win, you pass, you lose.Life is like a poker game,depends which bluff you choose. I imagine you dancingSkipping among the cloudsHappily singing with the angelsLooking down upon the crowds. Ive grown up with your values,And Im very glad I did;So heres to you, dear father,From your forever grateful kid. He rides like an eagle, flyingAll along the stars;Its all about the journeySafe now from any harm. A ball will bounce; but less and less. He seemed to cast off weight and gravityAs if he were no more than a spiritWhose substance was its own agility. 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? 20+ Most Popular Funeral Poems - Heavenly Doves When great souls die,the air around us becomeslight, rare, sterile.We breathe, briefly.Our eyes, briefly,see witha hurtful clarity.Our memory, suddenly sharpened,examines,gnaws on kind wordsunsaid,promised walksnever taken. Sowellgono more a-climbingSolate into the night,Though the will be neer unyielding,And the urge be still as bright. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at anytime. Last scene of all,That ends this strange eventful history,Is second childishness and mere oblivion;Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. All Internet links/videos/pictures in here ONLY, Optical equipment repair and refurbishment as a hobby. Ive seen them win, lose and draw, rush by in charging blur, Neck and neck, nose to nose, to the photo we refer, The weight is right, the track is fair, the sun will always shine, As once more past the Judges, and I cross that Finish Line. My toes may bleedAnd my knees, grow weakBut Ill never stop dancingNot until I reach my peak. BINGO! In the grey summer garden I shall find youWith day-break and the morning hills behind you.There will be rain-wet roses; stir of wings;And down the wood a thrush that wakes and sings.Not from the past youll come, but from that deepWhere beauty murmurs to the soul asleep:And I shall know the sense of life re-bornFrom dreams into the mystery of mornWhere gloom and brightness meet. Beer Is Just Fine - Roy Pett - A humorous verse deliberating over the wonders of beer. She says youve only left the room,You havent gone away.But I really miss you, GranddadAnd the games we used to play. For the field is full of shades as I near the shadowy coast, And a ghostly batsman plays to the bowling of a ghost, And I look through my tears on a soundless-clapping host As the run-stealers flicker to and fro, To and fro: O my Hornby and my Barlow long ago! "And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. Pink tights by the moundBobby pins all aroundLeotards on the floorPointe shoes by the door. The band upstairs is striking upFor me they now awaitTo play again I now can doAs I pass through heavens gate. Your life has purpose.God sent you on a mission.To live, to love, to learn Is His commission. From hoops, to drops, to barbell hugs, She loved wearing tiny rocks, But no one can actually see her now, Shes become a walking jewellery box! Poems for those who suffered from Alzheimers during their life. Her eyes were bright as shining starsAnd in her cheeks fair roses you see.We had a wonderful grandmother,And thats the way it will always be. It wove its way within our hearts, in all our hopes and dreams,Until the very purest love became my tiny wings.Although I could not stay with you, I knew right from the start,That once you felt your angels love, youd keep me in your hearts. If I helped in a team, if I helped on my own,it was more than repaid by good family and friends I have known;and if I went the extra mile,I did it with pleasure it was all worthwhile. To succeed. When my bowling ball reaches the end of the alleyI hope for a strike.And when my life culminates in a dramatic finale,Thats what Id like. Camping Kaitlyn DeMatteo A short verse contemplating the wonders of camping out under the stars.I Feel You Drifting Darren White A moving, heartfelt verse written by a partner to their lost lover.This Journey Is Just Beginning Ju D. G. A lament upon having to part, but hopeful of what might be to come. Funeral Music: 20 Most Popular Funeral Songs - Funeral Guide How did you do it all, Mum,Be a chauffeur, cook and friend,Yet find time to be a playmate?I just cant comprehend. Similar . You loved the roaring of the crowd,The rush of victory,You loved the sweat, the tears, the toil,The adrenaline, so sweet. The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;For nothing now can ever come to any good. Is it free like they say?Does the sunshine bright forever?Have your fears and your pain gone away?Cause here on earth it feels likeEverything good is missing since you leftAnd here on earth everythings differentTheres an emptiness. After reading it, I sat downin the garden and looked aroundat the green grass and the spikyflowers and the white cloudsriding high, and I thought,Its all a miracle. I do not want these words to make you cry.I do not want to ever say goodbye. Poems for those who had a passion for karate, judo, kung fu, jiu jitsu, and other forms of martial arts. The slapping of my leathersand raging winds on either side,drum a beat of sweet contentmentas I ride this, my last ride. Can you send cremation ashes in the post? Poems reflecting a passion and love for cricket. Poems for those who made a living as a florist, or who simply enjoyed picking, giving or receiving flowers. And when hed finished speakinHe turned back toward the windowCrushed out his cigaretteFaded off to sleepAnd somewhere in the darknessThe gambler he broke evenBut in his final wordsI found an ace that I could keep. Maailmankaikkeus. who will be next?want to face me?come on dont be shy! A flame of great power starts within ones heart and soul and mind,That pushes every man to a breaking point so that improvement he will find,Martial arts is more than the art of combat or disarming a gun or knife,Martial arts is food for the mind body and soul, martial arts is a way of life! In life, he found his greatest joyIn this game of queens and kings,Now, as he rests beneath the soil,We remember all of his wins. I hear the call.The ships beside the stony wall.Foam is white and waves are grey;beyond the sunset leads my way.Foam is salt, the wind is free;I hear the rising of the Sea. Not just a freeway drive, but each outing on a mission,And not a veering trundle, but a task of deep precision,Not the tedium of traffic, relief at the arriving,The thrill is in the journey, and the passion in the driving. Dad Karen K. Boyer A poem reflecting upon how a father made his children throughout his life.Dear Old Dad Patience Strong A poem lamenting all the things we miss about our father.A Happy Man Edwin Arlington Robinson A verse about a father who feels as though his role in life has been fulfilled.Life Lessons Joanna Fuchs A verse admiring all the lessons a father taught his children.Memories Of Dad anon A poem reflecting on the positive influence a father had on his children.Not A Day Goes By, Dad anon Another poem about a fathers positive influence, and how it will never be forgotten.Our Father Kept A Garden anon Another lovely poem about everything our father taught us in his life.Thanks, Dad anon A verse thanking a father for everything his did during his life.That Man Cliff Sargeant A verse about all the wonderful things that man did for us during his life.Walk A Little Slower, Daddy Helen Bush A verse about following in a wonderful fathers giant footsteps.What Is A Dad? Ring out a slowly dying cause,And ancient forms of party strife;Ring in the nobler modes of life,With sweeter manners, purer laws. Were in seven spades and all my hope fadesWhen surprise, surprise, the high bidding pays!Were winning all tricks, the defenders feel sick,And I have to admit my partners a brick. or hanging inside the dark closet. Best Rugby Poems - PoetrySoup.com I guess he wrote a lot more in a similar vein. It's a powerful memorial poem to celebrate someone who knew they were dying and lived life to its fullest up until their last breath. I pray that once Ive donned my padsAnd walked out to the square,That none of my nicks find a palm,And that I score my share. Here are the opening lines of 10 beautiful poems for funerals. Poems for those who enjoyed the unique challenges and sounds of the bowling alley. Do not standatmy grave and weep,I am not there, I do not sleep.I amathousand winds that blow;I am the diamond glintson thesnow.I am the sunlight on ripened grain;I am the gentleautumnsrain.Whenyouawaken in themornings hush,I am the swiftupliftingrushOf quiet birds incircledflight.I am thesoft star that shines atnight.Do not standatmy grave and cry.I am not there; I did not die. I am never without it (anywhere. The warriors spirit never diesIt lives on in every fightIn every motion, every strideIt shines with power and might. Poems perfect for those who liked to while away the hours engrossed in some table-top magic. I hold onto memories of you And cherish them with love God took you from this world So, you could be with Him in Heaven I lost you too soon But I will never forget you.
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