He played with passion, played with grace,His mind was sharp, his strategy sound,He battled on the chessboards face,And never once let his focus drown. When you spiralled down and moreI longed for a reverse,Id have given my right armFor your pain to disperse. Beer Is Just Fine Roy Pett A humorous verse deliberating over the wonders of beer.The Beer Prayer anon A beer-infused version of the Lords Prayer.A Drinking Song W. B. Yeats a short verse pondering over the role of wine and love in life.Fortifying The Spirits Michael Ashby A humorous poem perfect for someone who liked a drink or two.The Lost Drink Banjo Paterson An ode to a once-in-a-lifetime drink concoction that was never found again. And I believe my voice will soundUpon the whispering windSo long as even one remainsAmong those I call friend.. She loved to pop out for a walk or a stroll,But illness and age in the end took its tollHer passing will leave in our lives a great hole,Shell be missed as a wonderfully generous soul. So let us honour and rememberThe warriors spirit that lives onFor it will be with us foreverIn every battle, lost or won. Until we lose. Here are some suggestions for anyone wishing to choose a moving poem or verse for their loved one's funeral. H eartbreaks hurt less when you were by my side. This be the verse you grave for me:Here he lies where he longed to be;Home is the sailor, home from sea,And the hunter home from the hill. Theres food down my shirt-front and some in my beardCos I eat off my knee and I dont think its weird;When I lounge in my armchair while watching the tellyAnd my food drips unheeded all over my bellyIts a trait of the aged from here to Japan;A perk just for being a grumpy old man. I have always been a readera devourer of printI have loved the musty smell of librariesthe heft of a book in my handthe sound of pages turningthe sight of words under a flashlightin the dark. The archer and his bowAlways achieve gloryThough this is the endOf their epic story. He cannot help but be aware that such is the end of all life. Dad was an avid cricket fan and we wanted something appropriate for him to read. A boy and his dad on a fishing-trip Builders of lifes companionship!Oh, I envy them, as I see them thereUnder the sky in the open air,For out of the old, old long-agoCome the summer days that I used to know,When I learned lifes truths from my fathers lipsAs I shared the joy of his fishing-trips. Poems for those who were keen on loosing an arrow from a bow. I see through different eyes.I see a bigger picture when others see grey skies.Though many cant conceive it, I stand facing the wind.My bravery, not from fighting, but from my strength within. Its anyone youve ever lovedwho mourns you in the end. Aunts have no wands or wings,So they work with wisdom, love, and things.Having taken on this role,You loved me right down to my soul. Poems for those brave men and women who risked their lives to save others from fire. You always believed that the good Lord would provide and He always had somehow,Take off your gloves and put them down, no more sweat and worry for you now. 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 Poems perfect for those fond of legs eleven and two little ducks in the bingo hall. "A Meeting" by Edith Wharton. Then there are the Jokers,theyve lots of rules, not always fair.When you let them play your game,keep watch and take good care. Poems to read for a beloved daughter who has sadly passed away. The race begins,as engines roar.They charge ahead,like a wild boar. I wish I could give you many more years.I wish I could erase away all of your tears. I pray that if a batsmanLoops a ball into my lap,Ill pouch it without too much fuss,And get a well-earned clap. As Stevie Bloomer watches down. Dont judge me, for I am just like you.I can feel, I can love, and I can cry too. so sad, recurringWhat good amid these, O me, O life? Above all, Father Time, I prayWhen all is said and done,That we can all look back and sayBy eck, that game was fun!, by the players of East Leeds Cricket Club. The music stops,And yet it echoes onIn sweet refrains;For every joy that passes,Something beautiful remains. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at anytime. Sorry didnt read OP properly! 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. A wife, a mother, a grandmother too,This is the legacy we have from you.You taught us love and how to fight,You gave us strength, you gave us might.A stronger person would be hard to find,And in your heart, you were always kind.You fought for us all in one way or another,Not just as a wife not just as a mother.For all of us you gave your best,Now the time has come for you to rest.So go in peace, youve earned your sleep,Your love in our hearts, well eternally keep. Were many in number but we ride as one, With the pavement beneath us and our face in the sun.With the wind at our backs and our gear all on, We ride in remembrance of those who have passed on. Bingo! You truly inspire. The lowest of them all is Ace,but sometimes hes on top aboveand thats the moral of this verse:dont give up the game of love. The stark white ring-barked forests, all tragic to the moon,The sapphire-misted mountains, the hot gold hush of noon,Green tangle of the brushes where lithe lianas coil,And orchids deck the tree-tops, and ferns the warm dark soil. The silence hung suspended:It was the last bowl of the day,And everything dependedOn our skipper yet to play.He gazed upon the verdant green His eyes were focused tightOn a sphere that could just be seen:The Kitty shining white. Ill walk, Ill talk,And go through the motionsBut every step will be my love,for you,my daily devotions. What are Airlines Policies on carrying ashes? You attract like a magnet beautiful things.You sparkle and shine like a diamond ring. Afterglow - Helen Lowrie Marshall That is all.She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side, and she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.Her diminished size is in me, not in her.And just at the moment when someone at my side says, There, she is gone! there are other eyes watching her coming, and there are other voices ready to take up the glad shout, Here she comes!And that is dying. Poems and Readings For Funerals - guardianangel.network by | Jul 10, 2021 | opentimeclock 2004 login | list of navy reserve units | Jul 10, 2021 | opentimeclock 2004 login | list of navy reserve units Its everything you sacrificedand choices you made.Its all the problems that you solved,your lessons from mistakes. Bilbos Last Song J.R.R. Now it comforts us to knowyoure with the angels up above.While in our hearts we hold you closeSurrounded by our love. For all of you that have fallen,There will be someone to continue your work ofcaring and heroism.You will truly be missed,and always remembered. My three sons I married right,And their sons I rocked at night;Death nor sorrow never broughtCause for one unhappy thought. "You live longer once you realize that any time spent being unhappy is wasted." The moment I knew about youformed a bond that will never break This tiny life I have insidefrom me no-one could take. M. K. Paul A verse asking the question of what exactly a fathers role is in life. Give my spare parts so some young buckMay make a start upon the roadTake the pannier of lifeAnd balance carefully his load. My cards are all rotten and I have forgottenWhos played and whats trumps and whats gone on my right!So for now its all over Im off to the back woodIm bidding good-bye to Gerber and Blackwood. Soft whistlingBats perched on the ceilingTears of the cavesDripping and echoingGentle lapping waterAcross rocking shoresGlowing mushrooms andGlowing wormsStalactites and stalagmitesShuddering in placeWarm, soft breathsOf bears who hibernateThe cave is sleepingBut very aliveAnd it is singingA mournful goodbye. The windows blurry, the odometers broke,The tires are bare; whos driving this car? Go up the rocks and wait; flushed apple-trees. But take heed, becauseShes still keeping an eye on all of us,So lets make sureShe will like what she sees. Bury Me In LycraWith a bike-shaped brooch above my heartTake me not by motor-hearseBut pulled by trike, upon a cart. 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! Through the curves, around the ton, Down the last hill, over-run, City lights below are glowing, Common sense, bike is slowing, Reality, once more it bites, To draw me back from dizzy heights, Down the driveway, to home I glide, Wish my mate was by my side! Tiny Angel rest your wingsSit with me for awhile.How I long to hold your hand,And see your tender smile. Life is fleeting,And now, like those tendrils of steam,I, too, must rise, and float awayTo some distant, better place. Profanity : Our optional filter replaced words with *** on this page , What I hear as I type: Crickets Chirping. But now their time on earth is doneAnd we gather to say goodbyeWell remember them very fondlyAs we look up at the night sky. Michael Ashby A fun, slightly religious poem with plenty of bingo terminology within.Numbers Up Rebecca Spilsbury A wonderfully moving poem urging the bereaved to live on proudly.Prayer For Bingo Players Bob Barci A fun prayer asking for the perfect conditions for a bingo night.Twenty-Four Numbers anon A poem about the joys of bingo. The funeral bell is pealing for one, a last farewell,And few sounds sadder than the slow peals of the loud funeral bell.Above the streets and houses it echoes to the sky,For one bound for his/her last resting place the cemetery nearby. 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. Oh dear, if youre reading this right now,I must have given up the ghost.I hope you can forgive me for beingSuch a stiff and unwelcoming host. Sun will warm the daylight hours;The lighthouse illume the night.Waves provide rhythm and gulls give voice Music to ease my flight. As long as they hold true,the night cannot win. "Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep" by Mary Frye. A good eye and a perfect stance. I get to know them, one and all;Some come in every night!All shapes and sizes, big and small:I make sure theyre alright. A 93rd minute winner ensures the days before the next game are filled with hope, a thumping defeat fills hearts with despair. 21 Poems for Memorial Services and Funerals Warm summer sun, Shine kindly here, Warm southern wind, Blow softly here. Sadly he has passed away and I'd like to include an evocative piece, perhaps something describing a match or an aspect of the game, that I could read at his funeral. Badge Of A Yorkshireman anon A poem emphasising the qualities demonstrated by a true Yorkshireman. On the ashes of our Baseball Ground. The funeral bell is ringing, a reminder of our mortality,Farewelling a deceased soul, one day twill ring for me.Ringing in the stillness of this cool Autumn day,Across the rural city, in the morning damp and grey. Three weeks after her death,a stranger entered the salonand settled in the chair.She had the colour and shapeof his mothers hair,and when he sunk his hands in it,the texture, even cowlicks,individual as frecklessame.Twice he had to leave the room,and twice, he returnedstill,when he touched her hair, it blurred.Hold still, he said, hold still. 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. Funeral Poems - Mark Your Occasion Pierce a bulls eye if you darethrow a fine dart through the aircenter it upon the dotgive it everything you got. In Hide and Seek, he let the othersstay hidden, content to enjoythe solitude. Can anyone help me? Guest. One, two, three, four,Much older now, death is at my door,Five, six, seven, eight,Even I cant escape my fate. Ive been a daughter, mum, nan and wifeI had a ball and enjoyed my lifeIts just that when I heard the callThe call had my number on the ball.Live on now, make me proud of what youll become. Years were not easy, many downright hard, but your faith in God transcended,Put away your tools and sleep in peace. Im climbing a mountainI feel like a bird in the air,Im gliding and soaringAnd feel like I havent a care. Her creations all made with such skill and such careLove knitted into the gifts who would shareA jacket for a baby, a blanket or twoIn almost every shade from pink to blue. If you can keep your head when all about youAre losing theirs and blaming it on you,If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,But make allowance for their doubting too;If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,Or being lied about, dont deal in lies,Or being hated, dont give way to hating,And yet dont look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dreamand not make dreams your master;If you can thinkand not make thoughts your aim;If you can meet with Triumph and DisasterAnd treat those two impostors just the same;If you can bear to hear the truth youve spokenTwisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,And stoop and build em up with worn-out tools: If you can make one heap of all your winningsAnd risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,And lose, and start again at your beginningsAnd never breathe a word about your loss;If you can force your heart and nerve and sinewTo serve your turn long after they are gone,And so hold on when there is nothing in youExcept the Will which says to them: Hold on!. Post author: Post published: June 8, 2022; Post category: what happened after mao zedong died; Post comments: . Some things we dont find easyto accept or understand.Until we realize theyre part ofour Creators perfect plan. This poem by Robert Burns describes a friend who is an honest man, a guide to youth and an informed human being. 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. cricket poems for funerals Free Funeral Poems and Memorial Verses - Next Gen Memorials No tears to be shed,Only in cheer;Continueonthe path already ledEachonyour own veer. But now you are gone,and with you the aromaof your favourite roast. We did so much togetherrode in carsshared our lovenear the campfireWith soft and tender armsTamed broken pasts. Not quite a reading, but maybe verses from "when an old cricketer leaves the crease", a song by Roy Harper. extract from As You Like It by William Shakespeare. Little rattle of dry seeds in pods, All Internet links/videos/pictures in here ONLY, Optical equipment repair and refurbishment as a hobby. The clock of life is wound but once,And no man has the powerTo tell just when the hands will stopAt late or early hour. Is there art and adventure?Tell me are you happy? The time is nowTo find your passion.Time waits for no one,So get into action. 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". We little knew that morning,God was going to call your name.In life we loved your dearly,In death we do the same. When I feel overwhelmed by destruction,Let me go down to the sea.Let me sit by the immeasurable oceanAnd watch the surfBeating in and running out all day and all nightLet me sit by the seaAnd have the bitter sea windsSlap my cheeks with their cold, damp handsUntil I am sensible again.Let me look at the sky at nightAnd let the stars tell meOf limitless horizons and unknown universesUntil I am grown calm and strong once more. crunch! When your own words fail you, a poem can serve as a perfect funeral reading or eulogy. And if Im asked to bowl I prayThe ball leaves my hand true,So whether or not wickets comeIll know that theyre my due. 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. Fly, fly little wingFly beyond imaginingThe softest cloud, the whitest doveUpon the wind of heavens lovePast the planets and the starsLeave this lonely world of oursEscape the sorrow and the painAnd fly again. Poems for those who had a passion for music during their life, whether as a DJ, singer, or simply music-lover. The water was hot and steaming,The tea was fresh and new.I took a sip, and closed my eyes,And all my worries flew. We mix the colours of sorrow and laughterAnd add the colours of experience and the years that passed.The souls we will always rememberAnd the moments we will never forget. The best description of a cricket match in my opinion is in England, Their England, written by A G McDonnell. 30 Beautiful Funeral Poems To Read At A Memorial Service Poems for those who had a love of candles and incense, or poems that evoke candles and candlelight. Im now at peace,Life battles done,Ive faced the foeAnd I have won. The time you won your town the raceWe chaired you through the market-place.Man and boy stood cheering by,And home we brought you shoulder-high. 20+ Most Popular Funeral Poems - Heavenly Doves Guided by the Lonely Star,beyond the utmost harbour-bar,Ill find the heavens fair and free,and beaches of the Starlit Sea.Ship, my ship! We have but a short timeOn this earth,So value your lifeFor what its really worth. cricket poems for funerals. William Shakespeare. It is little I repair to the matches of the Southron folk,Though my own red roses there may blow;It is little I repair to the matches of the Southron folk,Though the red roses crest the caps, I know.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 hostAs the run-stealers flicker to and fro,To and fro;O my Hornby and my Barlow long ago! Which organisations allow you to scatter? Invented one day by a guy named Webb How do go "I have a. Funeral Poems | Popular Bereavement Poems | SunLife There is a train at the stationWith a seat reserved just for meIm excited about its destinationAs Ive heard it sets you free. All is lost in due time. Tiny Angel can you tell me,Why you have gone away?You werent here for very longWhy is it, you couldnt stay? One, two, three, four,A designer now, fashions in my core,Five, six, seven, eight,Theres plenty of work still on my plate. You loved the game, with all your heart,You chased the ball with might,You ran and kicked and passed and shot,With skill and speed and fight. I loved going to bingoAnd seeing all my chumsId listen out for numbersHoping they would be the ones. Roads go ever ever onUnder cloud and under star,Yet feet that wandering have goneTurn at last to home afar.Eyes that fire and sword have seenAnd horror in the halls of stoneLook at last on meadows greenAnd trees and hills they long have known. Your fingerprints are on my heart.Fingerprints that teach me about caring.Fingerprints that teach me about love.Fingerprints that teach me about courage.Fingerprints that teach me about hope.Fingerprints that bring me closer to my loved ones.Fingerprints that bring me closer to myself.In the time I cared for you my whole life changed never to be the same againAll this from tiny fingerprints that touch my heart.You will live in my heart forever never to be forgotten.I will always love you.You are my child. We both are made by one in the same.We grew to be different, Im not to blame. I am a martial artist. Crystals form almost uniformwhere many cave creatures are bornflowing walls made of stonebeautiful formations have grown. Forever the bells will be goneI do not know where to find themFor I thought not of their lightAnd I heard not what they sangWhen the ten thousand bells rang. They laugh and have a kick around. Margaret Thatchers ashes are to be interred at the Royal Chelsea Hospital. Perfect for him: right field inbaseball, an eccentrics positionthough he thought of drifting into otherfields beyond. 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.