Dont be sad for me todayFor me please do not weepCall upon your memoriesThey are yours to keep. 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! On the ashes of our Baseball Ground. Although we fell and stumbled at times,all those hills were necessary climbs. Poems for Funerals and Memorial Services One does not leave a funeral in the same way that he has come. 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! 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. We will miss each other for awhile,But you will come and bring your smile.That wont be long you will see,Till were together you and me. But that apron had more usesThan I could ever count.It brought in eggs and vegetablesAnd could hold a large amount. I wish I could give you many more years.I wish I could erase away all of your tears. The sadness of the present daysIs locked and set in time.And moving to the futureIs a slow and painful climb. My pencil is ready; The boxes are bare. Cricket And Poetry: A History | All Out Cricket | Culture Special - Wisden 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. Poems for those who found a love of the stage either on or off it during their life. But we cant complain, it is only a game.Right? Life is fleeting,And now, like those tendrils of steam,I, too, must rise, and float awayTo some distant, better place. Its bad times youve persevered.Its all the fun youve had.Its any time youve ever laughedand every tear youve shed. Just talk amongst yourself my friends,And share a toast or two.For I am sure you will remember wellHow I loved to drink with you. 30 Beautiful Funeral Poems To Read At A Memorial Service The worlds a little quieter nowThe colours have lost their hueThe birds are singing softlyAnd our hearts are missing you. Thousands of bells chimed from afarDistant, soft, and gentle they seemedThousands of steps stretched between usBut with ten thousand bells at my sideI would never be lost. At PoemSearcher.com find thousands of poems categorized into thousands of categories. Pink tights by the moundBobby pins all aroundLeotards on the floorPointe shoes by the door. If they mention a 'he' or 'she' you can always change that. We will all miss your fashion and grace,But our memory of you will never be erased.Rest in peace, our dear lover of fashionForever will live your legacy and passion. I was just an average batsman, and a less than average fielder. Some light up rooms with their laughterOthers brighten the world with a smile.Many will make you feel happyBy sitting nearby for a while. So, when your eulogy is being readWith your lifes actions to rehash,Would you be proud of the things they sayAbout how you spent YOUR dash? The rays of light filtered throughThe sentinels of trees this morning.I sat in the garden and contemplated.The serenity and beautyOf my feelings and surroundingsCompletely captivated me. 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. Wheeling through the beautiful countrysideFar from the citys commotionAlone, just me, my bike, my thoughtsThe joy of quiet motion. Go on with the day,go on with the night,enjoy the richeslife has to offer. Poems for those who had a calm aura, or poems for those who seek calmness in death. They laugh and have a kick around. It wasnt easy watching youOf that I wont denyAnd Im not ashamed to sayThat there were times I cried. 100 Best Celebration of Life Poems for Funerals or Memorials - Parade 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. Warm summer sun, Shine kindly here, Warm southern wind, Blow softly here. People emerge from winter to hear them ring,children glitter with mischief and the blind man hearsbells in the town alight with spring.Even he on his eyes feels the caressingfinger of Persephone, and her voice escaped from tearsmake clear the fresh and ancient sound they sing. Some travel afar, others stay nearbySome pedal fast, some slowBut in common with the lot of usIs the desire to just go. March Madness is the great excitement right now (apart from American Idol), and there is a strange assumption that this madness is internationalthat the world is somehow involved with this madness. 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. 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. And now, the builders time has come,But their creations live on and on,A testament to the builders fun:A legacy, to shine upon. If the world were full of hippiesthered be nothing left to proveexcept peace and understandingand a little bit of groove, No-one would be homelessLike many live todayWed build beautiful communeswhere anyone could stay, Together wed make musicto the beat of mother earththered be no fighting or warEveryone sharing equal worth, Wed grow our own vegetables and create trinkets to sellWed open up our mindsbreak free from our shell, Every colour and every racewould teach one anotherwed become a united familyevery sister, every brother, Wed bless all gods creaturesshow respect for the landGive free hugs to everyoneopenminded to understand. Beneath the world of land and skyIs another world; a world that IHave visited for a time, but could not stayAs long as I wanted. Rabbits, hamsters, gerbils, and birdsDogs, and cats, and everything furredAn interest in creatures in others she stirredAnd through illness, she went on, undeterred. Hegot into competition,but didnt really trust it,and the main games of life allseemed rigged, one wayor another. Understand?Number one in all the landSuperhuman, super-spannedIn control and in commandIm the man, Im the manThe one and only goalie with my expanding hands! JavaScript is disabled. Roads go ever ever on,Over rock and under tree,By caves where never sun has shone,By streams that never find the sea;Over snow by winter sown,And through the merry flowers of June,Over grass and over stone,And under mountains in the moon. Abraham Lincoln. Monopolyseemed like a treacherous merry-go-round.He wanted to charge no rent,disperse property equally(having been taught to share),end the game, and go drinkhot cocoa unaware a monopolycontrolled the cocoa market. Her knitting needles are now silentNot a sound more will they makeBut what a wonderful lesson [name] has left usTo give always more than you take. Yes. With every breath, their quiet heart,Was steadfast, true, and pure in part,A steady beat, a gentle pace,That led us to a peaceful place. When you decide to call me LordIn Your special way,Could there be a team one player shortWho might ask me to play? The Glentress Masterplan sets out redevelopment proposals that includes new trails, improved facilities, and some new accommodation options in the area. With my lantern I decide not to go deeperas I stand at the doorwayfeeling much like a gatekeeperwishing it was forever that I could staybut now home is where I must make my way. How to Seal your Memorial Charm Jewellery, Biodegradable Urns for the Sea, Lake or River. These will be suitable for memorial services as well as funeral readings. The Archers Bow Shelbie Hale An ode to the oneness between archer and bow that has now come to an end.The Arrow And The Song Henry Longfellow Wadsworth A verse touching upon the impact people have on our lives.An Arrow Chosen From A Quiver anon A slightly religious poem comparing someones life to the release of an arrow. So now its time for restingIve passed the winners lineThink of me, a winning ticketAnd how I lived this life of mine. Poems perfect for those who liked to while away the hours engrossed in some table-top magic. by | Jun 10, 2022 | noco youth hockey | pinal county obituaries | Jun 10, 2022 | noco youth hockey | pinal county obituaries Someday when Im all grown up,Youre what I want to be.Then I will have a little childWholl want to follow me. 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You came into this lifetime for a purpose,You may have followed someones footsteps,orMay have followed your dream,Maybe you just joined to drive with lights and sirens,butYou made it your life. He saw the road was getting roughAnd the hills were hard to climb,So he closed your weary eyelidsAnd whispered, Peace be thine.. 25 Beautiful Non-Religious Funeral Readings from Literature - Stylist The most popular funeral poems include: "Crossing the Bar" by Alfred Lord Tennyson. I Hold The Heights Geoffrey Winthrop Young An abridged version of the original which basks in the glory of hiking.Im Climbing A Mountain Andrew Blakemore An uplifting poem about the sights and sounds of a climb.So Well Go No More A-Climbing anon An adaptation of Lord Byrons original; a lament to a climbing partner. 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. Mother wore an ample apronTo cover her clean dress.Shed tell you thats what it was forIf you asked her, I would guess. Its all these thingsand so much more,so dont stress.If you lived your lifeWild-n-free,Then its been a success. Would you volunteer to be Captain, Lord?To ensure there is fair play?For if you draw the cards, and measure,I hope to play for you someday. So go, my loveClimb that mountain in the sunsetI will watch you with a smileand eternal lovein my heart. So take this Cat eye, let it shineIn the dark, whereer tis foundAnd fettle not my bottom bracketAfore ye lay me in the ground. The Boxer Ross Dix-Peek A poem telling the tale of a physicially worn-out boxer whose mind is still sharp and agile.I Am The Greatest Cassius Clay Muhammed Alis famous poem from the 1960s.Poem for a Boxer At Rest Gabrielle Tinti A poem originally in Italian about a boxer who has fought his last fight. 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. Poems for those who made a career moulding and shaping wood, or who simply enjoyed it as a pastime. Sorry didnt read OP properly! At Lord's: A Cricketer's farewell - Scattering Ashes He tends the flowers with loving care,And prunes the branches here and there;He weeds the beds and mends the fences,And gathers up the fallen senses. I am standing upon the seashore.A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean.She is an object of beauty and strength.I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloudjust where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.Then someone at my side says, There, she is gone.Gone where?Gone from my sight. 50+ Cricket Quotes and Sayings - CoolNSmart Last dogwatch done.Now a new berth awaits you on the other side. Lets haste awayFrom the heart of the dayTo the woods refreshing shadeWhere the babbling brookIn some sheltered nookIs gurgling a-down the glade. That apron dusted tablesAnd shooed away the fliesIt did just fine as oven mittsTo take out bubbling pies. 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. I have not lost the magic of long days,I live them, dream them stillStill I am a master of the starry ways,And freeman of the hills;Shattered my glass, ere half the sands had run.I hold the heights, I hold the heights, I won. She says you have my teddy.Hell keep you safe from harm.If the going gets hard, just squeeze his handAnd he will keep you calm. Are there Bowling Greens in Heaven Lord?Crown Greens I mean for me?Will there be lush grass, warm breezesAnd endless cups of tea? t206 walter johnson portrait; family jealous of my success Close The Gate Nancy Kraayenhof A poem accenting the physical and metaphorical importance of closing the gateThe Harvest Sherrie Bradley Neal A more symbolic poem about the harvest and how it reflects the cycle of life.I Farmed The Land Earl Smithson A beautiful little poem about the simplicity and skill of a farmers life.Im Just A Farmer, Plain And Simple Bobby Collier Another poem about the supposed simplicity of farming life.The Old Farmers Prayer Steve Watkins A lightly religious poem about a farmers final message to their loved ones. He moved with such a sense of easeThat you could almost see the lightThat shone within him, the joy he feltIn his own lightness and the flightThat lifted him above the ground. Its notA light-hearted thing, resents its own resilience.Falling is what it loves, and the earth fallsSo in our hearts from brilliance,Settles and is forgot.It takes a sky-blue juggler with five red balls. 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! Fishing Poems | Discover Poetry Tiny Angel can you tell me,Why you have gone away?You werent here for very longWhy is it, you couldnt stay? And as I grow older its life I suppose But more and more things just get right up my nose!Like young mums with their kids and their stupid wee dolliesWho chat, blocking the aisles with their damned shopping trolleys.I barge my way past, just as rough as I can,So the bitches will know Im a grumpy old man. Where words fail,music speaks.It speaks of the pain,of the sorrow,of the lost,of the life we live.It shares emotions.Its a way to connect,to understandwhat others feel.Where words fail,music speaks.It tells the truthwhether you want it to or not.Music shares the soulsof those were around,of those in the worldthat were living.I wish to sharemy music with youSo you can understandthe pain I feel,so I can share my soul with you,so you can understandWhat Im going through. Day after day, week after weekSo many tales does she acquaintRemaining focused in the task at handBut with the patience of a saint. So dance beyond those golden gates,And join your loving mum.Ill see you when Im sleeping,And pray for you to come. I shall remain in hearts and mindsOf loved ones that I knew,And in the rocks and hills and streamsBecause I love those, too. All the worlds a stage,And all the men and women merely players;They have their exits and their entrances;And one man in his time plays many parts,His acts being seven ages. Peter in his wisdomCan take the mick out of my weight. When my sailing days are over,And I sail the seas no more,I shall build myself a refugeBy the oceans murmuring shore.As I watch the foaming breakersWhen the tide comes rushing in,I will contemplate my lifetimeWith its virtues and its sins. anon A humorous poem about the desire to be buried in a way befitting a cyclist.O Magic Wheel N. P. Tyler A poem from 1879 with wonderful rhythm and rhyme perfect for a cyclist.Passion For Cycling Sidney Beck A poem about the sights and smells of a coast-to-coast cycle. Friends and family pay respectsTo biker and his mate;Praises made and prayers raised,Blues legends resonate. There are 2 types of captains in World Cricket. Closer, the bowler's arm swept down, The ball swung, swerved and darted, Stump and bail flashed and flew; The batsman pensively departed. He may look at himself and have a new awareness that his body will not last forever. The gardener is a patient man,He works from dawn as much he can;And when the day is done and hes through,He looks with pride at what he grew. Poems for people from Yorkshire, or for those who loved and epitomised it during their life. I picture you in every placeAmong the trees and waters blueAnd every time it comes to mindIm grateful I had you. Butterflies From Heaven anon A poem about what it might mean when a butterfly comes to you.Butterfly Kisses John F. Connor A poem which equates the butterfly to the spirit of those who have left us behind.Little Butterfly Amy Farquhar A poem for a person who lived their life cocooned within the love of their friends.On A Butterflys Wings Jim Howard A short, slightly religious poem about the journey to the next life.While Waiting For Thee anon A beautiful, brief verse about the soul of the departed dancing in the air around us. When a butterfly come to you, Ive been told,That its from someone in heaven, a past soul.If you keep a look out, if you open your heart,The things that were ordinary will now stand apart.I think if we look, read between the lines,You will find clues and you will find signs,That your loved one isnt past, not really, not gone,That they are not here, that they have just moved on.It is said that there is not death, just life and transitions,From the teachings of Buddha to the beliefs of the Christians.So from my heart, from my hope and belief,May you find many butterflies to assist with your grief. Poems about people who liked a drink - in a healthy way. BUY NOW PAY LATER with Klarna, available at checkout. Your email address will not be published. But such a tide as moving seems asleep,Too full for sound and foam,When that which drew from out the boundless deepTurns again home! I Am A Martial Artist Karen Eden A poem about the pride and courage needed for various forms of martial art.Karate Is A Quiet Art Mark Gregory A reflection upon karate as a journey of self-discipline.Martial Arts Is So Much More Than Just A Fighting Art Daya Nandan A poem about the richness of martial arts.The Warriors Spirit Mark Gregory A poem about the strong, bold spirit of a fighter and warrior.
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