Invented one day by a guy named Webb How do go "I have a. Day after day, week after weekSo many tales does she acquaintRemaining focused in the task at handBut with the patience of a saint. Most prefer it flyingFree to wave and blowNot sitting on a mantelWithout the stripes to show. Where houses stand and turf once lay. Walt Whitman Whitmans answer to the meaning of life, central to the film Dead Poets Society. When I come to the end of my journeyand I travel my last weary mile,just forget, if you can, that I ever frownedand remember only the smile.Forget unkind words I have spoken;remember some good I have done.Forget that I ever had heartache,And remember Ive had loads of fun.Forget that Ive stumbled and blunderedand sometimes fell by the way.Remember I have fought some hard battlesand won, ere the close of the day.Then forget to grieve for my going;I would not have you sad for a day,but in summer just gather some flowersand remember the place where I lay,and come in the shade of the eveningwhen the sun paints the sky in the west.Stand for a few moments beside meand remember only my best. For the cricket ball writ with a noble name, A team of ten, which had once been eleven, Since this wicket had fallen some days ago, And as the bowler delivered to the lone batsman, The cricketer crossing the last boundary, To a third innings that would forever last. One, two, three, four,A designer now, fashions in my core,Five, six, seven, eight,Theres plenty of work still on my plate. cricket poems for funerals Character matters;Be your own person,Your own original self,Not someone elses version. Its all about expectingAnd then throwing inIts all about the winningBut not whining not giving-inThe square, the short and long ballThe pals, solid as a rockThe unexpected tackleSudden shock, You felt the roarAnd saw the lucky chipThe crossbar stopped the goalThat you were willing in, And in the endAt injury timeWhen you went deep and deeperYou didnt find the goalOr spot the sweeper. Alzheimers Dick Underwood A touching poem about how Alzheimers often takes away the mind before the body.I Am At Peace Jennifer Alderton A short verse accepting the peace and freedom that comes with death after illness.The Long Goodbye Ellen Miller A verse reminding us that the person we have lost was not defined by their disease.Those Hands That Once Held Mine Dean Harrison A beautiful verse for a son about his mother and her Alzheimers.Two Mothers Remembered Joann Snow Duncanson Remembering a mother who changed due to illness. the christ hospital human resources. Dont judge me, for I am just like you.I can feel, I can love, and I can cry too. But now their time on earth is doneAnd we gather to say goodbyeWell remember them very fondlyAs we look up at the night sky. Core of my heart, my country! In his pastimes and sports he will try all the way,And, back to the wall, make his greatest display;He asks not for favours, but only fair play,For that is the badge of a Yorkshireman. 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. So let us ride to help make others aware.That the roads that we ride are for all to share. The worlds a little quieter nowThe colours have lost their hueThe birds are singing softlyAnd our hearts are missing you. and play the game!") mourned the tragedy of war through the metaphor of schoolboy cricket and he came to resent the poem's use in propaganda . Did you say 'over'? Poems for those who were keen on loosing an arrow from a bow. May each new day be a perfect gift.May love surround you, may your spirits lift. Sometimes the mist overhangs my path,And blackening clouds about me cling.But, oh, I have a magic wayTo turn the gloom to cheerful dayI softly sing. It made me laugh, it made me cry.Im unable to explain Ive never known such happinessI did not foresee the pain. He was my North, my South, my East and West,My working week and my Sunday rest,My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. We would all sit at the tableEveryone in their placeThere were never any surprisesWe recognised every face. If I could be there with you, wed laugh and share memories from our past,And this gathering would be just one more tale, another story, not our last.But today I cant be with you, except in heart and memory stores.So, youll have to laugh, remember the past,and then let your engines roar! It serves as a mark of respect to all who played in 2010 and as a memorial to the unknown village side, especially to those who may knowingly or unknowingly . Cricket poems : Wilson, George Francis - Internet Archive Need a good piece on cricket for a funeral | Army Rumour Service Short Cricket Quotes I'm jealous of my parents; I "ll never have a kid as cool as theirs. No bails united the forlorn stumpsSince this wicket had fallen some days agoAnd as the bowler delivered to the lone batsmanThe hushed crowd willed a six to go. Flower Child Betty Hayes Albright a poem reflecting the carefree and aloof nature of the hippy life.If The World Were Full Of Hippies Rachel-Erika Henderson What would the world be like if everyone was a hippy?Ode To My Generation Betty Hayes Albright a poem urging lack of judgement on those who lived differently. When I am gone, release me, let me go.I have so many things to see and do,You mustnt tie yourself to me with too many tears,But be thankful we had so many good years.I gave you my love, and you can only guessHow much youve given me in happiness.I thank you for the love that you have shown,But now it is time I travelled on alone.So grieve for me a while, if grieve you mustThen let your grief be comforted by trustThat it is only for a while that we must part,So treasure the memories within your heart.I wont be far away for life goes on.And if you need me, call and I will come.Though you cant see or touch me, I will be nearAnd if you listen with your heart, youll hearAll my love around you soft and clearAnd then, when you come this way alone,Ill greet you with a smile and a Welcome Home. 36 Funeral Poems - my | Farewelling One day youll take your journeyOn the train just like meAnd I promise that Ill be thereAt the station and you will see: That life is just a journeyEnriched by those you meetNo-one can take that from youIts always yours to keep. One is MS Dhoni and the other are the all others. What if I live no more those kingly days?Their night sleeps with me still.I dream my feet upon the starry ways;My heart rests in the hill.I may not grudge, the little left undone.I hold the heights, I keep the dreams I won. Triumphantly their bodies sing,Their eyes are blindWith music. 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. Turned out from my hipsNo words coming from my lipsI dance sweetly to the soundOoh ballet, to you, I am bound. Here is an excert from a letter to an American explaining all about Cricket. And I believe my voice will soundUpon the whispering windSo long as even one remainsAmong those I call friend.. 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. Warm summer sun, Shine kindly here, Warm southern wind, Blow softly here. Go on with the day,go on with the night,enjoy the richeslife has to offer. We cherish the special place in our heartsthat will always be reserved for you.We thank you for the giftyour living brought to each of us.We love you.We remember you. On a warm summers eveningOn a train bound for nowhereI met up with the gamblerWe were both too tired to sleepSo we took turns a-starinOut the window at the darknessThe boredom overtook usAnd he began to speak. Like every other Yorkshire boy I dreamt of days of skill and joy Bashing centuries for the county White rose cap sufficient bounty Famous for setting new records And stuffing Middlesex at Lords. 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. 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. Capitulation anon A poem about the highs and lows of bridge, and always being on the verge of quitting.The Gambler Kenny Rogers The lyrics to Rogers infamous song about the train ride with the gambler.A Keen Bridge Player Simon Lucas A humorous limerick about forgetting to remove the jokers! The driver sees it differently, with their car becomes a part,Take the road together, hit the road, with a single beating heart,The turbos rising wail, and the exhausts muscled, subtle growl,To the drivers ear, an orchestra, theres music in that howl. For years, the riverbank was whereYour soul felt most at peaceYour heart was most content when thereWith the fish and the geese. Footballs a match made in heavenWhich is fan-tastic news for meAnd heavens a level playing fieldWhere anyone can kick off for free. 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! My pencil is ready; The boxes are bare. Hello there, Granddad.Its me, your little man,I couldnt find you yesterday,When I came to visit Nan. And even though the price of time and consequences of agedenied his body its greatest love of life as wageit never quenched his firefighters soul of its wondrous and noble ragenor that intense need burning so deep in his heartto save each life and shelter from being another victory for a fires page. There is an old belief that the stars shining in the night sky are the spirits of those who have died.They have shed their earthly bodies and exchanged them for bodies made of light;thousands upon thousands of our dear departed friends all promoted to glory in the night sky.There is another saying that the brightest flame burns the shortest. As eighteen flags flew at half mast, andGlasses were soberly raised highThe latest member was having a ballAt the golf course in the sky, Freed from the gravity of the situationThe first tee shot soared through spaceBringing a wondrous, beaming smileTo a kind, down to earth face, Surrounded by old club friendsOnce thought never to be seen againThe infinity course beckoned aheadEighteen holes were for mere mortal men. 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. We both are made by one in the same.We grew to be different, Im not to blame. The sun goes down,But gentle warmthStill lingers on the land. And a digital membership where you can read all the digital magazines is normally 25, and now 12.50 with the code. The city . Poems for those who shared a passion for literature, or who worked in a literary setting during their life. Dedicated To Our Fallen Heroes Katharine Blohm A poem written for the Clearview Volunteer Fire Department.Fallen Rick Hoffman Jr. A lament to a fallen firefighter who served his community proudly.Fallen Brother anon A poem dedicated to a firefighter called Chuck that is apt for any fire man or woman.The Firefighters Last Call William Robbins A poem about the final act of a brave firefighter.A Firefighters Last Words Michael Ashby A rousing call to appreciate the lifes work of a firefighter.Heroes Gone anon A poem filled with sadness and pride from a fallen firefighter to his colleagues.To Be A Fireman Edward F. Crocker A short poem about the how being a firefighter is a noble calling. Their greatest nemesis and saviour,are known simply as brakes.In order to pass,they wait for mistakes. 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 then I thought, I am a partof all this, and I felta great happiness,and I opened the book againand began to read. He put his arms around youAnd lifted you to rest.Gods garden must be beautiful,He always takes the best. Great souls die andour reality, bound tothem, takes leave of us.Our souls,dependent upon theirnurture,now shrink, wizened.Our minds, formedand informed by theirradiance, fall away.We are not so much maddenedas reduced to the unutterable ignorance ofdark, cold caves. So tell me, what do you do up in heaven?Are your days filled with love and light?Is there music? Rugby, what a beautiful and passionate game Its not about money, fashion or fame. And in the game of life and love,there are the Kings and Queens.They rule loves game in their own way,at least thats how it seems. Do you have a pavilion Lord?Where we could sit and talk?Can you give me lots of energySo that I am never short? I Love Rugby. My grandfathers clock was too large for the shelf,So it stood ninety years on the floor.It was taller by half than the old man himself,Though it weighed not a pennyweight more.It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born,And was always his treasure and pride;But it stopped short never to go again When the old man died. Oh! I walk beside you, I am there all day longI am right here. The instruments played this salutationTo amusicianof note and much moreAt the end, everyone stamped their feetEncore, Encore, Encore! 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.. They are too far away for us to touch, just as [s]he has gone somewhere we cannot follow until our own star-time comes.The stars cannot be held close for comfort, just as we can no longer hold him/her close but the stars will burn forever.One day, our own star-time will come, and our spirit will soar into the sky to burn with all those lovely family and friends who have gone before us.On the inky cloth of space, we will be reunited in constellations of joy.Until then, our own flame burns low and dim and cold without you. 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. Poems for those who savoured the taste of coffee and relished it as more than just a boost of caffeine. 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. This fourth rose is for our love.We enjoy beauty and its presence,Continuing to guide and lead us.Regardless of the seasons of our lives,Our love for you will continue. Joyce Kilmer wrote lots of poems about nature. In life, they waved the colours high,In death, they still reach for the sky.Their love for the flag, it never did fade,Their spirit lives on, in the fabric they craved. Now I cant except this endingAnd as its time for me to leavePlease make haste to the receptionTo enjoy my drinks, theyre free! Standing and waiting for the race of life to beginIm getting quite nervous.Am I going to win? A football team is only as good as its last game; the mood of supporters rises and falls with each result. Be brave.Swim against the stream;Its more than okay. Poems for people from Yorkshire, or for those who loved and epitomised it during their life. I have spent the night in the watchhouse My head was the size of three So I went and asked the chemistTo fix up a drink for me;And he brewed it from various bottlesWith soda and plenty of ice,With something that smelt like lemon,And something that seemed like spice. After she died, I swear the skyHad the most beautiful of all sunsets,A blush of pink, then red, a glass of red,Sudden dark and a hammock moon,Then its faint silhouette, almost secret.Life half-written, half unsaid.I had kissed your head in the strange room.Then later, I blew a kiss to the stars, to regret. The board is your target, not the mat,So, be careful what youre aiming at! I liked a little gambleA bet I loved to placeA rush of the adrenalineI loved to watch the race, I studied all the formRunning heavy on the courseSometimes picking coloursAn eye on my favourite horse, For me it wasnt gamblingIt was a treasured way of lifeIt took my mind so far awayFrom trouble and from strife. Do Not Ask Me To Remember Owen Darnell A poem about how much dementia patients need their family.Mum Alison Howard A poem about dementia originally written for a mother that can be adjusted to any relation.That You Remember Me Daniel Mark Extrom A poem urging family to always remember their lost loved ones.You Have Dementia, That Is True anon A poem reflecting the challenges that come with dementia later in life.Walk With Me Norma McNamara An uplifting poem about staying positive in the face of dementia. They say the answer has five lettersbut I now have had enough;I found the answer in the back apparently its GRUFF! Front-wheel down now, still Im flying, Through the gearbox, deftly plying, Speedo reads two hundred plus, Got up there without a fuss, Hard on brakes, back through the box, For an instant, rear wheel locks, Round the bend, my weight Im shifting, As the rear wheel, neatly drifting. Ill see you next week! Crouching down low, I wait for the starters gunBang! There was once a master carpenter and he lived a good lifefor he loved to work, building things of wood.He was loved by his family,by his sons and his daughter,and especially by his wife.He was loved by everyone who knew him. 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. 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. Until that day Ill close my eyes,And see your smiling face.Ill lock you up inside me heart,Until we again embrace. Blessed art Thou oh Lord our God!Thou hast made the sand, the grass the trees,and gently in the tallest oak,You waft a gentle breeze.You drew the bubbling little brook.You painted the placid pond.You sigh the deepest twilight.And smile the brightest dawn.Beneath the fog, beneath the mist,that drifts across the ground,You twirl Your mighty finger,and spin this world around.The hills, the valleys, the winding wood,inspire a soul to sing,was ever there such beauty, Lordwhere rolls the emerald greenOh God, I know You are a golfer,Your work does thus demand.It seems Your only handicap,is this thing that You call man.Can this be an island, Lord?A place of grace and charm.Away from daily trouble Lord,away from daily harm?We pray that this may be, dear God,a place where love extends.Where travellers come as strangersand golfers leave as friends! And Rest Rev. Dad Karen K. Boyer A poem reflecting upon how a father made his children throughout his life.Dear Old Dad Patience Strong A poem lamenting all the things we miss about our father.A Happy Man Edwin Arlington Robinson A verse about a father who feels as though his role in life has been fulfilled.Life Lessons Joanna Fuchs A verse admiring all the lessons a father taught his children.Memories Of Dad anon A poem reflecting on the positive influence a father had on his children.Not A Day Goes By, Dad anon Another poem about a fathers positive influence, and how it will never be forgotten.Our Father Kept A Garden anon Another lovely poem about everything our father taught us in his life.Thanks, Dad anon A verse thanking a father for everything his did during his life.That Man Cliff Sargeant A verse about all the wonderful things that man did for us during his life.Walk A Little Slower, Daddy Helen Bush A verse about following in a wonderful fathers giant footsteps.What Is A Dad? Do not ask me to remember,Dont try to make me understand,Let me rest and know youre with me,Kiss my cheek and hold my hand. 20 Beautiful Funeral Poems For Dad To Help Comfort You These top poems in list format are the best examples of rugby poems written by PoetrySoup members. They took away my freedom,They took away my choice,And when they got their hooks in,You could hear it in my voice. And at the end of that good lifewhen it came time for him to diethe old carpenter soaredinto the white light of death for the white light is where the good souls go to. In Hide and Seek, he let the othersstay hidden, content to enjoythe solitude. Walk a while with me my friends, walk with me today,Come and see what I see, and listen to what I say,Yes I have dementia, and sometimes I get worse,Please be very grateful, that you dont have this curse,But are we all that different, the likes of you and me?We breathe the same; we feel the same, the same things we do seeThe only different my friends, I dont feel that well,When I cant remember, everything you tell,My heart beats just as quickly as yours, my blood runs just as fast,But because of my dementia, my shadow, it is cast,Its the shadow cast by others, that takes away my light,Turns my life to darkness, my pleasure to frightFor when you cast that shadow, and it comes my way,It drains me of my energy, makes me hide, or run away,Sometimes I do different things, my mind is not my own,But do YOU never talk to yourself, when you are alone?So am I all that different? Well think of all the moviesThat brought them laughter and tearsAnd though theyre gone from us nowIn our hearts, theyll always be near. Click on the title to continue reading, or browse a larger collection of funeral verses, including non-religious funeral poems and short verses. Feel no guilt in laughter, theyd know how much you care.Feel no sorrow in a smile that they are not here to share.You cannot grieve forever; they would not want you to.Theyd hope that you could live your life the way you always do.So, talk about the good times and the way you showed you cared,the days you spent together, all the happiness you shared.Let memories surround you, a word someone may saywill suddenly recapture a time, an hour or a day,that brings them back as clearly as though they were still here,and fills you with the feeling that they are always near.For if you keep those moments, you will never be apartand they will live forever locked safely within your heart. Which is happier, man or boy?The soul of the father is steeped in joy,For hes finding out, to his hearts delight,That his son is fit for the future fight.He is learning the glorious depths of him,And the thoughts he thinks and his every whim.And he shall discover, when night comes on,How close he has grown to his little son. I imagined you lifting your head, your arms,Loosening them, shedding skin and cells and boneTill you became all spirit, releasedInto the cairns, hills, the braes, barley,The sea lochs and the sea and at last,At least it seemed to me, you were free. Alone on my tin pony,to the heavens Ive been called,but fret not my dear loved ones,Im not lonely here at all. Sorry I had to cut the end off, but ARRSE only lets you post 10,000 characters at a time. Pierce a bulls eye if you darethrow a fine dart through the aircenter it upon the dotgive it everything you got. Grampa anon A short poem about a caring, loving, and very dear grandfather.Granddad Fiona Bourke A poem letting our grandad know that we will never stop loving them.A Grumpy Old Man Tony Jennett An amusing poem discussing all the traits of a typical grumpy old man.Goodbye, Grandad Sarah Harrison A goodbye to a grandfather who gave so much to his descendants.A Poem For My Granddad Dennis Taylor A sweet poem from a grandchild to a beloved grandfather. A ball point pen just wouldnt do That really is the case For I would be at quite a loss If I could not erase! When you get what you want in your struggle for wealthAnd the world makes you King for a day,Then go to the mirror and look at yourself,And see what that guy has to say.For it isnt your Father, or Mother, or Wife,Who judgement upon you must pass.The feller whose verdict counts most in your lifeIs the guy staring back from the glass.Hes the feller to please, never mind all the rest,For hes with you clear up to the end,And youve passed your most dangerous, difficult testIf the guy in the glass is your friend.You can fool the whole world down the pathway of years,And get pats on the back as you pass,But your final reward will be heartaches and tearsIf youve cheated the guy in the glass.Hes the fellow to please, never mind all the restFor hes with you clear up to the endAnd youve passed your most dangerous, difficult testIf the man in the glass is your friend. Mother, you were just a girl, So many years ago. I have included poems for mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, husbands, wives and children. Time flies like an arrow .. fruit flies like a banana. To be free of regretIn your old age,Never ever forgetTo fully live today! Poems for those who had a passion for stars, constellations, and the great beyond. Post author: Post published: June 8, 2022; Post category: what happened after mao zedong died; Post comments: . Damn, what a show, we cry:The boys stamp, and the girlsShriek, and the drum boomsAnd all come down, and he bows and says good-bye. 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. Poems for those who had a love and appreciation for art during their life. 5. Twenty-four numbers and one free space,Bingo players, find your place!Hoping to win if you are ableWith the cards that lay upon the table. The world may never noticeIf a Snowdrop doesnt bloom,Or even pause to wonderIf the petals fall too soon.