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William Shakespeare. In this lonely place, beside a spring,I brew my tea and dream.The green leaves dance and whisper secretsIn the quiet afternoon sun. There were a couple of muckers who mixed up the cement,they were forever subbing so they never paid their rent. Are there Bowling Greens in Heaven Lord?Crown Greens I mean for me?Will there be lush grass, warm breezesAnd endless cups of tea? Sweetheart, I love youBut I cannot bind you to meI see the longing in your eyeswhile you are watching these mountainsthose sunsets. One, two, three, four,A designer now, fashions in my core,Five, six, seven, eight,Theres plenty of work still on my plate. Deep pools of bluewith enchanting emerald green hueswaters untouched by any handstoney beaches with no sand. But now you are gone,and with you the aromaof your favourite roast. I laugh and sing and jest to all, but never let them know,How hard I am at work, and 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. Perfect for him: right field inbaseball, an eccentrics positionthough he thought of drifting into otherfields beyond. He put his arms around youAnd lifted you to rest.Gods garden must be beautiful,He always takes the best. Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor? Inner pages (if required) are printed on high quality 120gsm white bond. So long as love and hope and dreamsAbide in earth and sky,Weep not for me, though I be gone.I shall not really die. I am the wind in your hair, the sand in your toesButterfly kisses that you feel on your noseI am with you at sunrise and in the sunsetBut you cannot see me, its my one regret. Can't help with any specific reference, but Simon Barnes of the Times is a superb writer on any sport, and is always excellent on cricket (Google may help you here). Are the fire exits clear?Id really like to keep you safeWhile youre all sitting here, I do hope some practical jokerDidnt dress me up in my fireproof gearIf Im at a crematoriumWe might be a long time here, The graveyard would be a safer betWith gods sprinklers shedding a tearNow to end my last shiftI dont want to waste your precious time, My deepest love to dearest familyColleagues and friends of mineSo please send me off in a blaze of gloryA fitting end to a firefighters story. So take this Cat eye, let it shineIn the dark, whereer tis foundAnd fettle not my bottom bracketAfore ye lay me in the ground. Well, it isn't. Beer Is Just Fine - Roy Pett - A humorous verse deliberating over the wonders of beer. That apron dusted tablesAnd shooed away the fliesIt did just fine as oven mittsTo take out bubbling pies. To be free of regretIn your old age,Never ever forgetTo fully live today! They would make good funeral poems for a nature lover who spent a lot of time in their garden. Dont look to right or left at all,For that is how the mighty fall! For everything we do,there is a dance to get us through.For every day,we dance our life away. They once built an house with an extension on the side;It was that badly built that no one could reside.He had a young apprentice who soon became his hoddie,he never let him lay the bricks because his work was always shoddy. Where I have goneI am not so small.My soul is as wideAs the world is tall.I have gone to answerThis call, the callOf the one who takesCare of us all.Wherever you look,You will find me there,In the heart of a rose,In the heart of a prayer.On butterflies wings,On wings of my own,To you, Im gone,But Im never alone.Im over the moonI am home. Never will I be covered in tattoosMy legs and toes shall forever stay bruised.Ill never paint or carry a tuneForever and ever, Ill wear a tutu. 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. 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. An old man going a long highwayCame in the evening cold and grayTo a chasm vast and deep and wide.The old man crossed in the twilight dim,The sullen stream had no fears for him,But he stopped when safe on the other sideAnd built a bridge to span the tide. Theres a comedy book, Penguins Stop Play. The poems on this page are suitable for any loved one. Dont give up, though the pace seems slowYou may succeed with your next blow.Success is failure turned inside outIts the difference between faith and doubtYou may be close, though it seems so farIts hard to tell how close you areSo stick to the flight when youre hard hitIts when things seem their worst,That you must not quit. 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. Though I may forget you,its important that you seejust how much it means to methat you remember me. I imagine you watchingThe many things I doProudly standing beside meAs I remember and honour you. 50 Beautiful Funeral Poems To Honor A Loved One's Memory "Death Is Nothing At All" by Robert Scott Holland. You filled our home with happinessand made our life complete.The time we had with youwas far too short, but oh so sweet. Brothers and sisters came next,With that, an instant friend.Someone to look up to,Someone on whom to depend. 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. We both are made by one in the same.We grew to be different, Im not to blame. You truly inspire. Poems for those who enjoyed the art of bell ringing, or who simply enjoyed the sound of church bells. Sunset and evening star,And one clear call for me!And may there be no moaning of the bar,When I put out to sea. Some love it for mingling with their upstanding crowdThe drinking, the laughter, the gossip so loudThey arrive at the track wearing yesterdays shoppingFor racing you say, more a spot of Box hopping. All these visions give me hopeThat death is not the endThat an eternity awaits usThat together we will spend. wc19 contest Brevity 30 words or less to the attached Mark Croucher painting Time f.. - Joanna Garrido, Profanity : Our optional filter replaced words with *** on this page , Today, Tomorrow, Long Ago and Years to Come. Do not go gentle into that good night, On The Grasshopper And Cricket, by John Keats, theartofchildrenspicturebooks.blogspot.com. Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,Silence the pianos and with muffled drumBring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Poems for those who had a passion for music during their life, whether as a DJ, singer, or simply music-lover. 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. We all paint our lives.The mountains of challenges,The rivers of tears,The waterfalls of joy. And a digital membership where you can read all the digital magazines is normally 25, and now 12.50 with the code. And although this pain is painful,And I really dont wanna let you go.Ill wait for death to take me Nan,So we can together one day glow. But now that you are sleeping,And your mind is finally free:I pray one day, now youre at rest,That youll finally remember me. The gardener, with his spade and hoe,Works in the sun and rain and snow;He digs and plants and waters too,And watches over what he grew. and whatever a sun will always sing is you. Never to kill. The archer and his bow:Take aim and let the arrow fly,It hits, fast as lightning A perfect bulls-eye. We dreamed of you and of your lifeAnd all that it would be.We waited and longed for you to come.And join our family. 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. Poems for those who loved building and rebuilding marvellous creations with those famous little bricks. Carry On Shauna Danskin A highly poetic piece which urges mourners to look forward with hope.Dear Friends I Go anon A call to look forward and stay positive in the face of death.Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep anon A popular poem to encourage mourners not to weep, but to look ahead.He Is Gone / She Is Gone David Harkins A poem urging mourners to have fond memories of the person theyve lost.I Am Always With You anon A verse reflecting upon the idea that our lost loved ones are always with us.One At Rest anon A call to think of the deceased as simply resting. But, even in death, Harold Pinter made sure his final farewell was as carefully and poetically orchestrated as his life's. Villanelle Of Spring BellsBells in the town alight with springconverse, with a concordance of new airsmake clear the fresh and ancient sound they sing. 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. crunch! Did you know when you posed for that photoThat it would represent my sincerest dreams?Did you know, posing, letting yourself goThat you would represent all of loves themes? 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. Peter in his wisdomCan take the mick out of my weight. Oh! 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. The morning mist had lifted,And the sun was shining bright.I poured myself a cup of tea,And sat and watched the light. Poems reflecting a passion for spending nights under the stars. 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. (New annually renewing membership only. Poems for those who enjoyed a day at the races, or a flutter at the bookies. Look sharp! And now as we gather,To say goodbye to you,Well raise a cup of coffee,And honour all youve been through. 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. Below are the all-time best Rugby poems written by Poets on PoetrySoup. Jack the cricket was sneaking around in the dell. 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! Use code HELLO54 when you join us as a print or digital member and your membership will be half price for the first year. 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. But now my life is over; its time to say farewell,But dont forget my fossils and the stories they do tell,The stories of our history, a glimpse into the pastThey serve as a reminder of what time has amassed. We have a lot to be thankful for,The memories through the years.The many times together,Full of laughter, full of tears. Ill walk, Ill talk,And go through the motionsBut every step will be my love,for you,my daily devotions. Some people say keeping a barIs the worst job on the EarthI know the truth; how wrong they areIf only they knew its worth! Gods Garden D. W. McConway A slightly religious poem about God calling a tired person home.God Saw Him Getting Tired / God Saw Her Getting Tired Frances and Kathleen Coelho A poem similar to the above.I Am At Peace Jennifer Alderton A short poem urging mourners to remember a terminally ill person at their best. And Rest Rev. 1000, images about Friend, Gifts on Pinterest, Friend Atmiya Vidya Mandir: English, s by Grade 7 Poets. And if I dieBefore you do,Ill go to heavenAnd wait for you. Profanity : Our optional filter replaced words with *** on this page , What I hear as I type: Crickets Chirping. 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. And round that early laurelled headWill flock to gaze the strengthless dead,And find un-withered on its curlsThe garland briefer than a girls. As a baby they were cute,And as a toddler, really beaut,How proud you were at their first day at school,But then they started growing, And acting without knowing,Just started to become a touch less cool. And if Im asked to bowl I prayThe ball leaves my hand true,So whether or not wickets comeIll know that theyre my due. I picture you in every placeAmong the trees and waters blueAnd every time it comes to mindIm grateful I had you. But when, to show affection for my son,she gives him candy, who can bear her eyes?begging from a tiny serious idolforgiveness for the terrible gift of timeshe once held out with beautiful, ignorant hands. When I speak your name,It still brings music to my ears,And I can still see your smileAs if heaven is so near. We light this candle that your light may always shineWith the love that you gave to us all. Granddad,We know you can no longer stay with us,you fought long and hard to be with us.We know you now watch over and protect us.Although we cannot hear your voice or see your smiling face,We know deep down in our hearts that you have not left us.Instead every day you surround us with the singing of the birds,the rising of the sun and the falling of night.So many broken hearts are left behind,But in our deepest despair our greatest comfort lies knowingthat you are now at peace with the angels and God.So as times passes our tears will dry,our hearts will mend,but our love for you will never end. The willowy sway of the hands awayAnd the water boiling aft,The elastic spring, the steely flingThat drives the flying craft. These funeral poems and readings are reflective and comforting. Cricket Quotes - Funny, Inspirational and Motivational Roy Harpers When an old Cricketer leaves the crease has been mentioned. They laugh and have a kick around. Ring in the valiant man and free,The larger heart, the kindlier hand;Ring out the darkness of the land,Ring in the Christ that is to be. I hope that you will be thereTo wish me on my wayIts not a journey you can join inIts not your time today. &In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.& Robert Frost, &What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains and is immortal.&Albert Pike, &The fear of death follows from the fear of life. 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 . To shake our gravity up. Her pitiless blue sky,When, sick at heart, around us we see the cattle die But then the grey clouds gather, and we can bless againThe drumming of an army, the steady soaking rain. This is the legend of Cassius Clay,The most beautiful fighter in the world today.He talks a great deal, and brags indeedyOf a muscular punch thats incredibly speedy.This brash young boxer is something to seeAnd the heavyweight championship is his destiny. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will 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. You are a breath of fresh air on a hot summers night.When there is darkness, you turn on the light. Every driver,maximum speed desires.Each sharp turn,burns their tires. Hum a song to me as I lean over into the bend and the bike leans with me. So tell me, what do you do up in heaven?Are your days filled with love and light?Is there music? Fly, fly precious oneYour endless journey has begunTake your gentle happinessFar too beautiful for thisCross over to the other shoreThere is peace forevermoreBut hold this memry bittersweetUntil we meet. Poems reflecting a passion and love for cricket. Poems for those who really enjoyed a cup of tea and the inner peace and warmth that it brought with it. The time is nowTo find your passion.Time waits for no one,So get into action. Kayaking Mark Gregory A poem about the peace and calm that one experiences on the water.The Oarsmans Song Steve Fairbairn A rhythmic poem about the hypnotic motion of a rower in full flight.Rowing In Eden Mark Gregory A short but touching poem about two friends drifting towards heaven. At Lord's: A Cricketer's farewell - Scattering Ashes You can also find an index of topics at the top of this page. We are not members unfortunately. Poems for those who shared a passion for travel on two pedalled wheels. We did so much togetherrode in carsshared our lovenear the campfireWith soft and tender armsTamed broken pasts. I love a sunburnt country, a land of sweeping plains,Of ragged mountain ranges, of droughts and flooding rains.I love her far horizons, I love her jewel-sea,Her beauty and her terror- the wide brown land for me! Patti Masterman A poem about being grateful that your body lasted as long as it did. So as we lay them down to restWell watch one final filmIn honour of their memoryAnd the love they had for them. A Legacy of Stitches is what we leave behind;the imprint of our very soul that lasts beyond our time.The heart that quilts knows, oh, so well the peace that can be found,as needle meets with fabric, for there is no sweeter sound.Whether quiet piecing done by hand or on our sewing machine,theres rhythm to our stitches as we sew along each seam.Those stitches tell the story of our lives as they unfoldas we think of quilts that Grandma made with stories left untold.The humdrum of our daily lives grows elegant and grand,when we start to cut the pieces, then stitch the fabric in our hands.And whatever is the reason for the quilts we piece and sew,and whoever is the maker, there is one thing that we know.Each quilt is full of memories and is a treasured thing.If quilts could talk, imagine how some quilts would surely sing!For some quilts are sewn in happy times and others when were sad,and some are sewn in laughter and others when were mad.Some are sewn to warm us, and some sewn just for fun,and some are works in progress that never quite get done!Some quilts are sewn for beauty, a quilt made just for show,but the heart of the true quilter is the one who really knows That no matter how the quilt is stitched, we leave our mark in time.This Legacy of Stitches is what we leave behind. 150 Funeral Poems and Readings for Loved Ones - Legacy.com Dont be sad for me todayFor me please do not weepCall upon your memoriesThey are yours to keep. Ruth E. Renkl. And rumble off to clubhouse forA changing of the brew;Black vests in formationfastand tighta loud tribute. That man was made of many partsA teacher of lifes skills and artsFull of love and full of careWith much to give, and much to share. However they cant live without,the nine, ten, two or eight.The common numbers of lifes game,theyll set the balance straight. So as the sun sets on my life, a life that was well-lived,I hope that those Ive left behind remember well my gift,And though I have stopped searching, one thing I know is true:My endless love for fossils will never really be through.

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