You can click on a topic of interest, and youll then find a collection of readings on that topic and a short summary of each, and you can click or scroll again to be taken to the full text. A ball will bounce; but less and less. He is a lover of the earth,And all the wonders it gives birth;He is a lover of the bloom,And all the fragrant, sweet perfume. Clean your rims, my friend! A. Alene Centanni. John Betjeman began his poem about Cheltenham with the following memory: I composed these lines as a summer wind Was blowing the elm leaves dry And we had seventy six for seven And they had CB Fry. Oh, on his toe the table is turning, the broomsBalancing up on his nose, and the plate whirlsOn the tip of the broom! We think of you as yesterday,When you were fit and well.And when were asked about you,Its those things that well tell. 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. Our revels now are ended. Both paths tell a storyThat waves may wash away;As long as we have the memoryThey live with us each day. Badge Of A Yorkshireman anon A poem emphasising the qualities demonstrated by a true Yorkshireman. I imagine you greetingThe others that I loveThat sadly left this earthFor a home with you above. Gambling: a lie appliedto organized theft. 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. Publication date 1905 Publisher London : Simpkin Collection cdl; americana Digitizing sponsor MSN Contributor University of California Libraries Language English. Eyes the shady night has shutCannot see the record cut,And silence sounds no worse than cheersAfter earth has stopped the ears. 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? I am the last barman poet,I see America drinking the fabulous cocktails I make,Americans getting stinky on something I stir or shake,The Sex on the Beach, the schnapps made from peach,The Velvet Hammer, The Alabama Slammer,I make things with juice and froth,The Pink Squirrel, the 3-toed Sloth,I make drinks so sweat and snazzy,The Iced Tea, the Kamikazi,The Orgasm, the Death Spasm,The Singapore Sling,The Dingaling.America youve just been devoted to every flavor I got,But if you want to got loaded,Why dont you just order a shot?Bar is open. The second candle represents the courage to confront our sorrow, to comfort each other, and to change our lives. And now that man has left this life,No longer parted from his wifeMemories are all that we have leftOf that man who was the best. 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. As kids, we lived togetherWe fought, we laughed, we cried.We did not always show the love,that we both had inside.We shared our dreams and plans,and some secrets too.All the memories we share,Is what bonds me now to you.We grew to find we have a lovethat is very strong today.Its a love shared by our family,that will never fade away.You are my brother not by choice,but by the nature of our birthI could not have chosen a better oneyou were the best on earth. The ceremony is conducted by a humanist celebrantand it is both a celebration of a life and a dignified, personal farewell. Brothers and sisters came next,With that, an instant friend.Someone to look up to,Someone on whom to depend. - Navjot Sidhu 5 1 Add a comment The third umpires should be changed as often as nappies and for the same reason. These are my footprints, so perfect and so small.These tiny footprints, never touched the ground at all.Not one tiny footprint, for now I have my wings.These tiny footprints were meant for other things.You will hear my tiny footprints, in the patter of the rain.Gentle drops like angels tears, of joy and not from pain.You will see my tiny footprints, in each butterflies lazy dance.Ill let you know Im with you, if you give me just a chance.You will see my tiny footprints, in the rustle of the leaves.I will whisper names into the wind, and call each one that grieves.Most of all, these tiny footprints, are found in mummys heart,cause even though Im gone now, well never truly part. Life gave you many challenges Too many to be fair I only wish in all those timesI could have been right there. After the night, the morning, bidding all darkness cease, Under the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Poems perfect for those fond of legs eleven and two little ducks in the bingo hall. Now, you will never leave me,For I will always find youIn the beauty of life. Were not saying that you were mean,But your wallet, seldom seen,Youd complain and mutter on,And yet were sad that you are gone. so sad, recurringWhat good amid these, O me, O life? Rest there on the mossWhere the soft zephyrs tossThough circlet of beauty and prideWith thy invisible wingsAttached to thy stringsAre folded in peace at thy side. The first candle represents our grief. And there youll see the gardeners, the men and prentice boysTold off to do as they are bid and do it without noise;For, except when seeds are planted and we shout to scare the birds,The Glory of the Garden it abideth not in words. And round that early laurelled headWill flock to gaze the strengthless dead,And find un-withered on its curlsThe garland briefer than a girls. Robert J. Tiess A short poem about perspective when entering the depths of the ocean.Scuba Diver Maggie Benefield A poem that describes the awe and amazement that one experiences when diving.Underwater Memory Divemaster Dennis A poem about the wonders of the sea, and the desires to always return. When things go wrong as they sometimes willWhen the road youre running seems all uphillWhen the funds are low, and the debts are highAnd youre trying to smile but you have no sighWhen cares are pressing you down a bit,Rest if you must,But dont you quit. Poems for those who had a passion for karate, judo, kung fu, jiu jitsu, and other forms of martial arts. Bingo! You left withoutWarning.Gone so fast.Now all we haveAre memoriesOf our past. Poems for those who enjoyed track and field, and the opportunities it provided them in life. Now Grandmas gone to heaven,But her quilts will long remain,Their beauty and their warmth live on,A comforting, loving refrain. Poetry and Verses for Funerals and Epitaphs. And Rest Rev. The stars glisten in the night skyShining like diamonds;The fire burns a hot blazing redWarming even the coldest of nights.Fireflies lighting the dark skyLike lanterns drifting in the night;The ooey gooey mallowsChocolate melting in your mouth.Belting campfire songsSerenading the animals into a blissful sleep;Reciting spooky stories of things that lurk in the darkKnowing no one will sleep tonight.The simplicity and beauty of the night;Making memories that last forever. And I believe my voice will soundUpon the whispering windSo long as even one remainsAmong those I call friend.. That taketh all things under wing. The Road goes ever on and on,Down from the door where it began.Now far ahead the Road has gone,And I must follow, if I can,Pursuing it with eager feet,Until it joins some larger wayWhere many paths and errands meet.And whither then? This world of rayAnd shark, of fish and whale, of wonderful creaturesOf strange colours, shapes, and featuresLies beneath the foam and waves of the sea.Ancient reefs call to meTo come and share in their beauty,To bathe in their serenity.This deep blue world of perfectionMassages my soul, and relieves the tensionOf living on the noisy land,For here no noise disturbs the sandOr coral or walls or caves,Nor are they disturbed by wavesWhich crash around the land worlds rim.This deep blue world remains calm in dimSubdued light filtered and made gentle by the depths.I feel a part, but am only a guestIn this undersea EdenFrom which I must depart for a season,Left to remember, and to anticipate the dayWhen I may return. Poems for those who suffered from Alzheimers during their life. Farewell, friends! Immediately they,vie for position.Victory and glory,is their common mission. 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. Well think of all the moviesThat brought them laughter and tearsAnd though theyre gone from us nowIn our hearts, theyll always be near. 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! Time flies like an arrow .. fruit flies like a banana. You were kind and hopeful, weird,That time you grew a silly beard,But we loved you then and love you still,Your death is such a bitter pill. Roy Harpers When an old Cricketer leaves the crease has been mentioned. Dont laugh at me, for I am not laughing with you.I see youre laughing at me why is this true? Requiem by Robert Louis Stevenson This is a beautiful poem for dad's funeral. But now as no seat is vacantYou will have to muddle throughMake sure you fulfil your ambitionsAs you know Ill be watching you. I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done. 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! Thtitiede. And when she passedHer earringsWere the only adornmentShe neededTo shineIn the next world. The instruments played this salutationTo amusicianof note and much moreAt the end, everyone stamped their feetEncore, Encore, Encore! Deeper down I goso unknown steps belowexploring further than anyones beenthere seems to be no end. I was here, I used it all,and now I am at peace. In Tag, celebrityattached to beingIt,so why share it? Where the azure of the heavensMeets the undulating blue,Where the sweeping, soaring seagullFlies its endless quest for food.It is there that I would rest,When my work on earth is done,At the endless blue horizonNeath the crimson, setting sun. Alone on my tin pony,to the heavens Ive been called,but fret not my dear loved ones,Im not lonely here at all. Every songbird has its own unique songAnd yours is my favourite.Would my first steps be as hasty if not for its tempo?Would my spirits be as high if not for its key?Your song walked with me as I grew upLike an underscore, lifting me.And I have always listened, and I always will.For no matter how quiet your tune gets,As the years go on and time passes,Even if it fades out to a gentle hum,The echo of your melody will continue to guide meAnd shape me into the (wo)man that I will become.So, although you arent here to sing it,The beat of your song will continue in our hearts.Its steady rhythm will keep us on track.And now every time I hear a songbirds song,I will think of you, and I will sing back. Im old and Im bitter, with nothing to fearSo I hope I offend you by bending your ear.Its my one joy in life you can like it or not No answer in edgeways? From the depths of my heart, come the words of a brother,where our souls and our minds, are like that of no other.The spirit of competition, will always be there,in the look of our eyes, and the glance of our stare.Protecting each other, is always a must,good times or bad times, never losing that trust.Like a vision of Indians, riding across desert sand,or the heart of a Raider, when he conquers new land.We never lacked courage, or showed too much pride,with no thoughts of guilt, or feelings put to the side.Its important to strive forward, and not live through regret,but to savor the memories, and to never forget.To be such close companions, always made me so proud,never scared to express feelings, our emotions speak loud.Whether its heaven or on earth, our souls are always together,we share that sacred bond, knowing that brothers last forever. Well, it isn't. 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. Totally fictional, totally far fetched, and totally brilliant. Each time we see a little cloudOr a rainbow soaring highWell think of you and gentlyWipe a tear from our eye. I . Foster A poem for a child born with a disability who is lost to the world too soon. My little girl has gone,but to her little boy I will continue to sing our song. Ive learned so much throughout my lifebut theres much I dont recall.I know its in there somewhereBut its hard to find it all.Its not that Ive forgotten you,or the things I said Id do;I remember everythingBut its hidden somewhere I cant seejust beyond my view. 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. 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! For that dash represents all the timeThat they spent alive on earth;And now only those who loved themKnow what that little line is worth. No grand schemes,They passed me by.I knew the brook,The hills, the sky. But as the end of his life grew near,He lay on his bed with no fear:For he knew in his heartFlags will never departFrom this world they will fly loud and clear. But I am a man who loves his jobAnd the life I live. Oh me! Dont be sad for me todayFor me please do not weepCall upon your memoriesThey are yours to keep. Any crosses, any shotsI will simply stop the lotI am always in demandThe goalie with expanding handsVolleys, blasters, scissor kicksI am safe between the sticksAll attacks I will withstandThe goalie with expanding handsFree kicks or a penaltyNo-one ever scores past meStrong and bold and safe Ill standThe goalie with expanding handsLet their strikers be immenseIm the last line of defenceAlert, on duty, all posts mannedThe goalie with expanding handsPalms as long as arms expandThumbs and fingers ready fannedYou may as well shoot in the standNot a chance! Forget what is happening all around,And keep both feet upon the ground; Dont let anything hurry you,And let each dart fly straight and true! Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die.I give a share of my soul to the world where my course is run.I know that another shall finish the task I must leave undone.I know that no flower, nor flint was in vain on the path I trod.As one looks on a face through a window, through life, I have looked on God. Margaret Thatchers ashes are to be interred at the Royal Chelsea Hospital. Whats with this gameThat made you feel so high?Was it your teamYour matesThe offside trapAnd then that lousy shoot-outNearly made you cry? Remember Me. As I stand at the caves entranceNodding my headuntil next timemy good friend. The strength of this cord its hard to describeit cant be destroyed it cant be denied.Its stronger than any cord man could createit withstands the test, can hold any weight. as when he showed up immaculately dressed in slacks and plaid jacketand had that beautiful smile on and youd talk.Youd go to get something and come back and hed be gone. 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. 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? It may not display this or other websites correctly. Cricket Poems - Modern Award-winning Cricket Poetry : All Poetry Poems / Cricket Poems - The best poetry on the web anolderambler Follow Nov '22 Cricket T20 sun-soaked, in a blaze of glory bowlers marauding torn grass blades ball-ridden lost amidst an everlong green morning Dismiss, Was your loved one a fan of the thwack of leather on willow? For it matters not, how much we own,The cars, the house, the cash;What matters is how we live and loveAnd how we spend our dash. A Boy and His Dad by Edgar A. 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. When the bell rings for last ordersPlease dont panic or get vexedIts simply time to sup this worlds last drinkBefore ordering your first in the next. I see now it was love, MumThat made you come whenever Id call,Your inexhaustible love, MumAnd I thank you for it all. I know an old tradesman who worked with sand and cement.Now the story I am going to tell you turned out to be his lament.His work was done to perfection built from row to row,and he was the very best brickie, the best you will ever know. In my kayak I find peaceOn the water, all is calmThe rhythm of the paddles releaseAll the stress and all the qualms. So sleep now with the angels,And your golden heart let rest.Although our hearts are broken,We know God took the best. and fought to the last breath. I can sit here in my room at nightAnd dream of you out thereAnd make a blanket just for youWith tender loving care. The life of man is like a game of chess,The which he plays according to his art;Winning or losing he doth nothing lessThan to obey the dictates of his heart. Our family chain is brokenAnd nothing seems the sameBut as God calls us one by oneThe chain will link again. Triumphantly their bodies sing,Their eyes are blindWith music. My feet ache, my hands are numb.Will this day ever be done?I head home with talc in my lung,and some hair stuck in my thumb. I know not of richesBut rather, of patches on my britchesI know of draught and rain,Of pleasure and pain. Your love of Gods soil has passed on to your kin; the stories flow like fine wine,Wash off your work boots in the puddle left by blessed rain one final time. cricket poems for funerals. I laugh and sing and jest to all, but never let them know,How hard I am at work, and just how fast the moments go,I catch them as they fall and fling them to the sky,And catch them as they come back down, and so I juggle by. That apron dusted tablesAnd shooed away the fliesIt did just fine as oven mittsTo take out bubbling pies. At the moment of birth, I held you closeI looked into those eyes I saw myself, I saw your soulA bond that never dies. It was a joy to watch him, for he movedAs if he were the embodiment of joy,As if the energy that animated himWere a spirit that he couldnt destroy,A force that he had learned to channelInto the grace of his somersaults and cartwheels,The beauty of his handstands. Oh! Last dogwatch done.Now a new berth awaits you on the other side. I pray that if a batsmanLoops a ball into my lap,Ill pouch it without too much fuss,And get a well-earned clap. Poems for those who loved games like bridge, canasta, poker, and various other card-based activities. We never had the chance to play,To laugh, to rock, to wiggle.We long to hold you, touch you nowAnd listen to you giggle. I feel you driftingLike a traveller in timefrom my heart, from my lovefrom my arms. Dont Quit John Greenleaf Whittier An inspirational poem urging those listening not to give up when times are hard.Olympic Games Ken Budden A acrostic poem reflecting on the hard work required to win a medal for your country.Olympic Race Victoria Seale-Constantinou A poem comparing life to an Olympic race, and reflecting upon its end.To An Athlete Dying Young A. E. Houseman A poem reflecting upon the premature death of a sportsman. Some travel afar, others stay nearbySome pedal fast, some slowBut in common with the lot of usIs the desire to just go. This is the life of a dancer en pointeRisking the health of her feet, legs and jointsJust for that one perfect moment on stageWhere the ballerina stands tall and all are amazed. Poems to read for a beloved daughter who has sadly passed away. The members sat in their strong deckchairs, A list of 10 most popular In Memoriam verses and poems to be used on Memorial Cards. When you spiralled down and moreI longed for a reverse,Id have given my right armFor your pain to disperse. Therell be many destinationsSome are happy, some are sadEach one a brief reminderOf the great times that weve had. Hes asked me if I would care to danceCant refuse, so Ill take the chanceTrembling as he takes me into his armsGliding together as the music starts. So let us ride to help make others aware.That the roads that we ride are for all to share. You always brought the sunshineand you brightened up our world,spreading happiness and kindnesssince you were a little girl. I've picked 10 of my favourite funeral verses including a special funeral poem for a Dad. See more ideas about grief quotes, grieving quotes, cowboy prayer. That very place where children sit,in safety and in pleasure,To bask in love and comfort,is truly a childs life treasure,Where this child can feel so grown up,and a Gran feel like a kid,Learn and laugh together from stories,of all the things she did. I believe miracles really do come true.No one deserves one more than you. A Dad is a person, who is loving and kind,And often he knows what you have on your mind.Hes someone who listens, suggests, and defendsA dad can be one of your very best friends!Hes proud of your triumphs, but when things go wrong,A dad can be patient and helpful and strong.In all that you do, a dads love plays a partTheres always a place for him deep in your heartAnd each year that passes, youre even more glad,More grateful and proud just to call him your dad!Thank you Dad, for listening and caring,for giving and sharing, but, especially, for just being you! I am a double award-nominated Family and Funeral Celebrant covering the entire UK, and would be happy to help you commemorate in a meaningful and personal way. In this lonely place, beside a spring,I brew my tea and dream.The green leaves dance and whisper secretsIn the quiet afternoon sun. Here are 10 stirring funeral readings, poems, and quotes for any service that can encourage family and friends: 1. Dance with the wavesMove with the seaLet the rhythm of the waterSet your soul free. 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. You can go now my loveI must allow you to.The world is a vast and beautiful placeSo much to exploreWithout me. Poems encouraging us to think positively in the face of death. Pension Multiplier - commuted of full pension value used. The warm crowd faintly clapped, Yet how he laughed and won our love,though some showed a stunned surprise.Turning away, afraid to lookor even meet eyes. A Legacy Of Stitches Sandra E. Andersen A poem highlighting what is left behind when a skilled knitter dies.Clickety Clack Robyn OConnell A poem lauding the knitted creations that the deceased made.Rows Of Stitches Ilene Bauer A short and humorous poem about the excitement of watching someone knit.Silent Needles Jacqui Alexander A lovely rhythmic poem about the creations of a knitter.With Tender Loving Care Pam Braden A touching poem about the comfort a knitted item brings. I discovered you tuckedAway in the shadow of the trees.Then rediscovered you on the smiles of the flowersAs the sun penetrated the petals;In the rhythm of the leavesFalling in the garden;In the freedom of birdsAs they fly searching as you do. Over and over againjust as he had done all his serving dayshis lips would still defiantly and valiantly speakof how he had fought so hard that enemy flamewith every ounce of strength his body could aim. I stop breathing in my sleep due to sleep apnea so the nighttime (pre-fall) crickets are comforting, My friend Roger Illsley wrote some music for this and recorded it--for the langstonify channel on Youtube. But, even in death, Harold Pinter made sure his final farewell was as carefully and poetically orchestrated as his life's. Luther F. Beecher A verse comparing a ships journey to the idea of death.Psalm 23 Sailors Edition anon A revised version of Psalm 23 adapted to include sailing metaphors.Sailors Rest D.R. For forty years Ive lived with God,Oft from the haunts of men.Ive thought upon His wondrous wordAnd scenes beyond our ken. You can shed tears that she is goneOr you can smile because she has lived, You can close your eyes and pray that she will come backOr you can open your eyes and see all that she has left, Your heart can be empty because you cant see herOr you can be full of the love that you shared, You can remember her and only that she is goneOr you can cherish her memory and let it live on. Ill walk, Ill talk,And go through the motionsBut every step will be my love,for you,my daily devotions. Poems about those people in our lives who stuck by us through thick and thin. You know Ill try to hold youeven when my arms cant graspJust to try to bring you comfortwhen your voice lets out a gaspThe feelings that we share herewill transcend just what we seeAnd my horse will still be waitingright beneath our favourite tree. And yet, I watch the magic that they bringWith ease and supple strength and smiling face.They leap and spin and fly and then they swing,Theres nothing that they do thats commonplace. Sown in the earth by skillful handsBrought forth by sun and storm,Destined for a harvest dayFulfilled when ripe grain forms. Ill never get to see your precious face;or whisper words to make you feel safeIll never get to hold you tightwhen you cant sleep at nightIll never get to sing to you a sweet lullaby,to calm you down when you cryIll never get to fall asleep with you in my arms,all bundled in a blanket to keep you warmIll never get to hear you laugh and giggleor see you little toes wiggleThere are many things I will never get to do,but the hardest is not being with you. Some time at eve when the tide is low,I shall slip my mooring and sail away,With no response to the friendly hailOf kindred craft in the busy bay.In the silent hush of the twilight pale,When the night stoops down to embrace the day,And the voices call in the waters flow-Some time at eve when the tide is low,I shall slip my mooring and sail away.Through the purpling shadows that darkly trailOer the ebbing tide of the Unknown Sea,I shall fare me away, with a dip of sailAnd a ripple of waters to tell the taleOf a lonely voyager, sailing awayTo the Mystic Isles where at anchor layThe crafts of those who have sailed beforeOer the Unknown Sea to the Unseen Shore.A few who have watched me sail awayWill miss my craft from the busy bay;Some friendly barks that were anchored near,Some loving souls that my heart held dear,In silent sorrow will drop a tearBut I shall have peacefully furled my sailIn mooring sheltered from storm and galeAnd greet the friends who have sailed beforeOer the Unknown Sea to the Unknown Shore.
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