I am never without it (anywhere. 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. Well see your smile in every rayOf sunshine after rainAnd hear the of echo of your laughterOver all the pain. You made me proud of who you areand all that you have done You often reached beyond the starsto find your goals and won. But now you are gone,and with you the aromaof your favourite roast. Too soon he left to travelBeyond where we can seeBut its all about the journeyForever riding free. I cannot speak, but I can listen. This wretched pain inside of meMy throat, my heart, my now. If the juggler is tired now, if the broom standsIn the dust again, if the table starts to dropThrough the daily dark again, and though the plateLies flat on the table top,For him we batter our handsWho has won for once over the worlds weight. You didnt die just recently,You died some time ago.Although your body stayed a while,And didnt really know. 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. Of round . Cricket, Lovely Cricket By Kwame Dawes Sometimes living in America is like living in a bubble. You offered kindnessAnd greetings with a hug and kiss,Each freely out of love which I will miss. Dear lovely Death. Whenever Im upset I know yourethere with a shoulder to cry on.Whenever I face a problem and need some helpI know you are one I can rely on. We kick off-side by side in a minuteCheered by old family, teammates and friendsFootballs really a blast in heavenAfter your first whistle, the matches never end! Poems about those people in our lives who stuck by us through thick and thin. 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. I will watch over you from heaven aboveForever you will be a dear and true loveHold on to your dreams and all of your wishesSending you hugs and butterfly kisses. Poems for Funerals and Memorial Services One does not leave a funeral in the same way that he has come. Your angels share is there to be asked forOf the malt whisky escaped from oak casksYou can savour a peaty Macallan 46For a drink that will forever last. If you want fame for yourself, go play an individual game. Hes got speed and endurance.But if you sign to fight him, increase your insurance.This kids got a left, this kids got a right,If he hit you once, youre asleep for the night.And as you lie on the floor while the ref counts 10,You pray that you wont have to fight me again. To the pearly gates of Heaven, where they will usher you in. They say that times were tough thenThat money was very tightBut I remember my childhoodAnd I know that cant be right. In this lonely place, beside a spring,I brew my tea and dream.The green leaves dance and whisper secretsIn the quiet afternoon sun. Show all. And round that early laurelled headWill flock to gaze the strengthless dead,And find un-withered on its curlsThe garland briefer than a girls. The speedometer is just a bluras tears blow from my eyes,the bike and I roll forwardoff into the calling skies. Its my special message just for youIts private and from my soulI want you to remember me,Though impossible to console, My words, my love, are meant for youAnd reaches from my heartI just dont know how to live,Now we are apart, And so I whisper to the petalsThe words I want to saySo they will be carried by the angelsFrom my heart, to you, this day, I breath and place this rose,gently upon your tomb.And feel your presence, and your love,in this very room. Come gather here,Be at your ease,To say this last goodbye.Not to this shell before you,But to a life passed by. crunch!, but I know you may fight back.You are so bright it makes me cry.When I finish creating different things, I may destroy you.There are so many of you, but compared to Legoland, this is small.You may be decoration but you are more to me.You are the biggest set and I am happy to see you.You are beautiful when you are together, but it makes me sad because the adventure is over. 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! Cricket themed reading for Dads funeral - Singletrack World Magazine The dinosaur scratchings are slightly chewyAnd the Martian wines an unfriendly redBut not peeing in the night is pure delightAnd leaves you longer to hang over your bed. In all our loving moments,we waltz through life,and in those complicated moments,we will twist the whole night through. Your email address will not be published. Footballs a match made in heavenWhich is fan-tastic news for meAnd heavens a level playing fieldWhere anyone can kick off for free. Be brave.Swim against the stream;Its more than okay. 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. Poems for brothers, young and old, loyal and caring, reflecting the nuances of fraternal relationships. I seek the West,and fields and mountains ever blest. Poems perfect for those who loved getting their fingers green and pottering about in the garden. Sun will warm the daylight hours;The lighthouse illume the night.Waves provide rhythm and gulls give voice Music to ease my flight. Not a day goes by, dadThat you dont cross our minds.Not all of you departedWhen you left our earth behind. who will be next?want to face me?come on dont be shy! - "Everything brown is not chocolate.". Its grand to be reunitedWith band members both old and newWe start to play it sounds so goodJust perfect like I expected it would. Alcohol. Broken beyond repair? The Cricket Bag concludes with one of his poems which Third Man hopes no one will mind him passing on. Just remember that I need you,That the best of me is gone,Please dont fail to stand beside me,Love me til my life is done. We did so much togetherrode in carsshared our lovenear the campfireWith soft and tender armsTamed broken pasts. 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. Sometimes Jacks come out to play,theyre a joyful bunch and kind.It happens they overrule the Kings,but isnt it true that love is blind? Having this knowledge makes the fire fighters,our heroesof the past, present and future. Youve always made me happy,I hope you can truly see.Youre more than just an Uncle,youre also a great friend to me. The strings were tied, it was freshly washed, and maybe even pressed.For Grandma, it was every day to choose one when she dressed.The simple apron that it was, you would never think about.the things she used it for, that made it look worn out. We ate greens, we ate biscuitsWe ate lamb chops and fresh-picked peasWe said yes dad, we said no dadWe said thank you mum and please. The Road goes ever on and onOut from the door where it began.Now far ahead the Road has gone,Let others follow it who can!Let them a journey new begin,But I at last with weary feetWill turn towards the lighted inn,My evening-rest and sleep to meet. The willowy sway of the hands awayAnd the water boiling aft,The elastic spring, the steely flingThat drives the flying craft. Himself against himself, he ever setsHis knights, pawns, castles in a proud array;His soul the stake he on the issue bets Too great a prize to risk in thoughtless play. You know you are foreverbut its easy when were hereJust a hand away from holdingand a hug away from fearSo you have to make a promisethat your hope will never runAnd you know Ill always ride hereeven when my ridings done. I do not think my song will endWhile flowers, grass and treesAbound with birds and butterfliesFor I am one with these. He held up a golden crown,as my darling mother looked on.He said in His gentle voice,I will now explain each one., The first gem, He said, is a Ruby,and its for endurance alone,for all the nights you waited upfor your children to come home., For all the nights by their bedside,you stayed till the fever went down.For nursing every little wound,I add this ruby to your crown., An emerald, Ill place by the ruby,for leading your child in the right way.For teaching them the lessons,That made them who they are today., For always being right there,through all lifes important events.I give you a sapphire stone,for the time and love you spent.. Yet how he laughed and won our love,though some showed a stunned surprise.Turning away, afraid to lookor even meet eyes. 65 p Addeddate 2007-05-31 17:58:40 Bookplateleaf 4 Call number SRLF:LAGE-3653666 Camera 5D They would put in the footings then forget to build the wall, and when they did it was neither short nor tall. Best Rugby Poems - PoetrySoup.com I chose a twinkling star in the sky at night ,To say a prayer for you to its bright light.Youre in Gods Heavens now and no longer in pain,In my thoughts, youll always remain. Entered to the contest "Haiku Encyclopedia" as a shasei haiku. That our caravanning days togetherHave now ended that is trueBut travel on my darlingAnd think of me as you do. With no maps to guide us we steered our own course,Rode out the storms when the winds were gale force,Sat out the doldrums in patience and hope:Working together we learned how to cope. There is no necessity for funerals to be just solemn occasions devoid of smiling and laughter. But, even in death, Harold Pinter made sure his final farewell was as carefully and poetically orchestrated as his life's. 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. Cannot be used in conjunction with other offers, or when switching memberships), Contact UsPrivacyForum RulesClassifieds RulesLink RemovalNewsletter SettingsAdvertising, Viewing 10 posts - 1 through 10 (of 10 total). My trusty pencil helps me out At crossword puzzle time. I have included poems for mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, husbands, wives and children. Add languages. His Mothers Hair April Ossman A poem reminding us that we find reminders of our lost loved ones at any moment.Life As A Hairdresser Amanda Knowles A poem about the ups and downs of working in the hairdressing profession.What Secrets Are Revealed Lynne Howard A poem about the conversations to be had in a hairdressers chair. A Day At The Races Graeme Cook A verse about the wonders and marvels of spending a day at the racetrack.The Last Race Barbara Ogilvie A poem highlighting betting on horses as the core of the deceaseds life.The Music Of The Morn Fran Cleland A poem highlighting the wondrous thump of hooves on turf in the morning.Racing Through My Eyes Henry Birtles A wonderful poem that captures the unique atmosphere trackside.When The Ridings Done J. P. Gorham A poem suggesting the spirit of a horse rider will always endure at the track. He seemed to cast off weight and gravityAs if he were no more than a spiritWhose substance was its own agility. I can still hear you calling my name,then reality sets in and Im reminded my life will never be the same. Bottles of red, bottles of white,Barrels of brown and glasses so bright,Keep the night peaceful and the customers polite,Dont let a fight break out tonight. The birds and the nearby bubbling brookAre the only sounds that I hearThe click of the freewheel of courseAnd the wind whistling by my ear. If your heart is heavy nowbecause Ive gone away,Dwell not long upon it friend;For none of us can stay.Those of you who liked me,I sincerely thank you allAnd those of you who loved me,I thank you most of all. Poems encouraging us to think positively in the face of death. Our England is a garden, and such gardens are not madeBy singing:Oh, how beautiful! and sitting in the shade,While better men than we go out and start their working livesAt grubbing weeds from gravel-paths with broken dinner-knives. Unique if rudyard kipling related items, Etsy. Released as a single twice, in 1975 and 1978, it is possibly Harper's best-known song. I gathered petals in my hand,I felt their velvet, soft and blandI saw the soft colours in my palmLooking not unlike some lucky charmI raised them to my lipsAnd whispered words for you aloneThen placed the petals upon your bed,And stood alone, this moment of dread,I turned and walked awayMy words, my love, are with you I pray. She puts it to her lips with ease,just hurting deep inside.Tried to hide the pain away,to get that one last high.She sees the lights over head,one by one they pass,going down an empty hall,theyre trying to save her fast.She hears them say, oh no, weve failed,weve lost another one.This addiction took another soul,it started out with fun.Now her friends and family sit above her flower covered grave.She floats above and cries to herself,all I did was crave.Now theres a hand reaching for me.Its time to say goodbye.This disease just got one more.Promise me, dont cry. Ill walk the extra mile.Not because I have to, but because its worth my while.I know that I am different, when I stand on a crowded street.I know the fullness of winning, Ive tasted the cup of defeat. For you can feel the engine, as the revs rise at your command,Feeling the lusty thrust of power, that answers your demand,How the clutch feels underfoot, as each gear is selected,The steering too, how it responds, to where it is directed. Not quite a reading, but maybe verses from "when an old cricketer leaves the crease", a song by Roy Harper. Closer, the bowlers arm swept down, Though we never knowWhere life will take us,I know its just a rideOn the wheel.And we never knowWhen death will shake usAnd we wonder howIt will feel.So Goodbye my friend.I know Ill never see you again.But the time togetherThrough all the years,Will take away these tears.Its OK now Goodbye my friend.I see a lot of thingsThat make me crazy,And I guess I held on to you,You could have run awayAnd left well maybe,But it wasnt timeAnd we both knew.So Goodbye My friend.I know Ill never see you again.But the love you gave meThrough all the yearsWill take away these tears.Im OK now Goodbye my friend. A troublemaker, a teacher, a friend. One, two, three, four,Heels click down on the catwalk floor.Five, six, seven, eight,Head held high and back dead straight. I thought I saw her face todayIn the sparkle of the morning sun.And then I heard the angel say,Her work on earth is done., I thought I heard her voice todayThen laugh her hearty laugh.And then I heard the angel say,Theres peace, little one, at last., I thought I felt her touch todayIn the breeze that rustled by.And then I heard the angel say,The spirit never dies., I thought that she had left meFor the stars so far above.And then I heard the angel say,She left you with her love., I thought that I would miss herAnd never find my way.And then I heard the angel say,Shes with you every day.. Block A poem about what a hard-working sailor will do once his working life is over.Sea Fever John Masefield A touching poem asking for a quiet sleep and a sweet dream at the end of life.Some Time At Eve Elizabeth Clark Hardy A lovely verse about passing away quietly and without fuss.The Voyage Christie Moore A poem about a couple navigating life together, and with friends.When The Last Hand Comes Aboard Richard John Scarr A religious poem about completing a ships crew. You raised a fine family, worked the land well and always followed the Son,Hang up your shovel inside of the barn; your work here on earth is done. Tip: Does it create a picture in your mind? And if theres an occasionTo mention who you knewSpeak kindly of that personAs one day it will be you. I dont give a jot!Ive railed and Ive raved since my dotage beganIts my privilege, cos Im a grumpy old man. I was here, I used it all,and now I am at peace. So jealously I stare at the starsBut you are all I see;For they are where your heart residesAnd where I long to be. And though we wish it couldhave stayed, we feel so lucky to have seen it. I love to learn about them, and share all that I find,With others who love their fossils just as much as I love mine,They know that fossils are far more than simply rocks and debris,They are a vital window into our worlds history. Children that I leave behind,And their children, all were kind;Near to them and to my wife,I was happy all my life. For a better experience, please enable JavaScript in your browser before proceeding. I deal with screamingchildren,who dont want a cut.And the people who keep rolling in,after the doors should shut. So when you talk of family lifeOr how it used to beThough many had more moneyNone were as rich as me. And then the justice,In fair round belly with good capon lind,With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,Full of wise saws and modern instances;And so he plays his part. Poems about those who suffered from and in some cases, succumbed to addiction. May they prosper, love and grow, Come to learn all that we know, And hopefully succeed through Lifes great test, May we leave this mortal coil, Free of grief, relieved of toil, And know that for our kids, we did our best. Thou life giving wheelWhose sinews are steelMy veins imbibe life from thine ownAnd I sink to my restWith true loyal zestWhile my dreams are my cycles alone. Where on Shaftesbury Cres, the kids now play. And so I have a gift for you,My love, in the form of a roseIll hold it to my lipsAnd whisper my loving prose. And I believe my voice will soundUpon the whispering windSo long as even one remainsAmong those I call friend.. cricket poems for funerals. Stalactites hang from abovetheir beauty alone is enoughwalls covered in draperiesmillions of years of Earths memories. Poems for those who enjoyed the art of bell ringing, or who simply enjoyed the sound of church bells. Ive seen her use that apronTo wipe her dripping browAs she laboured over the big rangeThats just an antique now. If thou wouldst win, and not thy fortune rue,Subdue thyself yet to thyself be true. You played the game with all your soul,Giving everything to win,You pushed yourself to the brink and backTime and time again. My lifes journey ended early,The path I chose was short.You all tried your best to change it,But in the end it was for me to sort. Also the late, great Peter Tinniswood wrote a fantastic pair of books called "tales from the long room" and "more tales from the long room". These top poems in list format are the best examples of rugby poems written by PoetrySoup members. For forty years Ive lived with God,Oft from the haunts of men.Ive thought upon His wondrous wordAnd scenes beyond our ken. Another day has come again,As time moved surely on But nothing now seems quite the same,To know that he is gone.The days and weeks and months aheadWill never be the same Because a treasure beyond wordsCan never be replaced. We light this candle that your light may always shineWith the love that you gave to us all. This simple cup of tea,Is a reminder of all that is fleeting,All that is beautiful and transient,In this world of ours. But Im giving up bridge Tonights my last night. So sleep now with the angels,And your golden heart let rest.Although our hearts are broken,We know God took the best.
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