Poems for watchmakers, clock collectors, or anyone who had a passion for timekeeping. Any crosses, any shotsI will simply stop the lotI am always in demandThe goalie with expanding handsVolleys, blasters, scissor kicksI am safe between the sticksAll attacks I will withstandThe goalie with expanding handsFree kicks or a penaltyNo-one ever scores past meStrong and bold and safe Ill standThe goalie with expanding handsLet their strikers be immenseIm the last line of defenceAlert, on duty, all posts mannedThe goalie with expanding handsPalms as long as arms expandThumbs and fingers ready fannedYou may as well shoot in the standNot a chance! There are so many poems for funerals available, that you have plenty to choose from. The Funeral Bell Francis Duggan A sombre poem about the feelings that arise upon hearing a funeral bell.Ring Out, Wild Bells Alfred Lord Tennyson A wonderful piece about ringing out the bad and ringing in the good.Villanelle Of Bells Keith Douglas A lengthy but beautifully poetic piece about bells guiding our way in life. 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. what day does pilot flying j pay; western power distribution. Thanks With great expectation you quietly sitGaining confidence, you smirk a bit.Here it comes, you see the ball,As you anxiously wait to hear the call. I lie wrapped in a tapestry,Stitched with every memory,That we have shared together,Through calm and stormy weather,By each others side. My heart often pounding; Im going to burstCome on legs, keep going!I want to come first. And left in sepulchres of stoneThe dead He buried there.But they are not dry bones alone;I see them as they were. Sunday morning early comesThis sweltering summers day;Chrome and coffee polished offAs bike and rider wake. He rides like an eagle, flyingAll along the stars;Its all about the journeySafe now from any harm. 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. Deep pools of bluewith enchanting emerald green hueswaters untouched by any handstoney beaches with no sand. The time is nowTo find your passion.Time waits for no one,So get into action. 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. 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. MORE THYME! Smart lad, to slip betimes awayFrom fields where glory does not stay,And early though the laurel growsIt withers quicker than the rose. Poems for those who had a passion for butterfly collecting and breeding, or just enjoyed watching them flutter by. Should you require a celebrant for your ceremony, be it a funeral, a wedding, a naming ceremony or something else, feel free to get in touch. You were a loving, caring granddad.You were there for me a lot.You will always hold a place in my heart,A loving, treasured spot. And now as we gather,To say goodbye to you,Well raise a cup of coffee,And honour all youve been through. As I look up to the skies above,The stars stretch endlessly But somehow all those rays of lightSeem dimmer now to me.As I watch the morning sun appearThe shadows still dont fadeAs if the brightest light of allWas somehow swept away. 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. Crickets Demi, Gods And Villains, by Rajnish Manga A Cricket Sang Good Luck, by Sandra Fowler, Hunter. And now I have another child,perfect in every way;I know Ive seen that smile before,and this time, its here to stay. Im climbing a mountainI reach out to touch the blue sky,This feeling of freedomWill live with me until I die. Never to kill. As I grew older so did he,But that man was always there for meHis love, unspoken, but strong and clear,Of that, I have no doubt or fear. The NHS Overused? She may have used it to hold some wildflowers that shed found.Or to hide a crying childs face when a stranger came around.Imagine all the little tears that were wiped with just that cloth.Or it became a potholder to serve some chicken broth. There Is A New Star Shining In The Sky Tonight, Dear God, Please Take Care Of My Little Girl, Martial Arts Is So Much More Than Just A Fighting Art. Verses are listed by category, and alphabetically. Nothing is over until we decide it is! So heres to you, from all your fans,A legend of the game;We thank you for the memories Football will never be the same. I cannot speak, but I can listen. Some travel afar, others stay nearbySome pedal fast, some slowBut in common with the lot of usIs the desire to just go. Though I may forget you,its important that you seejust how much it means to methat you remember me. Funeral Poems; Memorial Poems, sayings, quotes, and verses; Celebration of Life Poems; Remembrance Poems The Comfort and Sweetness of Peace After the clouds, the sunshine, after the winter, the spring, after the shower, the rainbow, for life is a changeable thing. 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. 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. 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. The following verses are among the most popular for a funeral. But a bird that stalksdown his narrow cagecan seldom see throughhis bars of ragehis wings are clipped andhis feet are tiedso he opens his throat to sing. 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 for ever: I was wrong. This is one. Im sorry, friends, that I cant be with you here today.If youre gathered reading this, it means Ive passed away.But if I were there, Id tell you not to shed a tear or frown.Id tell you just to simply say, Another Biker has gone down.. Go on with the day,go on with the night,enjoy the richeslife has to offer. The memoriesI have throughoutThe yearsWill lastforever withLaughter and tears. Poems for those who loved clothes in all their forms, or who made a living in the fashion industry. The audience is waitingFamiliar faces all aroundOnce again the baton strikesAnd I hear that familiar sound. Tell her I promise to see her again someday.When that will be, I really cant say.I promise to make up for the time thats passed,To hold her and comfort her in my arms at last. And though we wish it couldhave stayed, we feel so lucky to have seen it. He arrived, not quite finished off,as his brother said one night,and, I bet Gods feeling awfully sadthat he didnt get him right.. I stand on the podium, proud and boldIm wearing a medalAn Olympic Gold! I havent really left you guys,I am closer than you know,I will be the whisper in the wind,I will be everywhere you go. To all of those that think of me,Be happy as I go out to sea.If others wonder why Im missinJust tell em Ive gone fishin. They say I walk with ease.Though trained for bodily harm, my intentions are for peace.The world may come and go, but a different path Ill choose.A path I will not stray from, no matter, win or lose. You want for them the best,But they put you to the test,And seem intent, your efforts to defy,Beseech, threaten, teach or cheer,They so seldom seem to hear,No matter how bloody hard you may try. It rang an alarm in the dead of the night An alarm that for years had been dumb;And we knew that his spirit was pluming for flight That his hour of departure had come.Still the clock kept the time, with a soft and muffled chimeAs we silently stood by his side;But it stopped short never to go again When the old man died. There were times I tried to fight them,There was a time I nearly won,But they came back and overpowered me,I had nowhere left to run. In winter gentle sheep may graze Preserving turf for summer days, A picket fence thrown round the square Ah: badminton, tennis, andping-pong: obsessive,repetitive, & Kafkamight have invented tennis-scoring,Love equated with Zero, Fifteenpulled out of a surrealists head. It broke our hearts to lose you,You did not go alone,For part of us went with you,the day God called you home. I Love Rugby. The Cricket Field Fortunate indeed this field; It's destiny is not to yield A harvest made with wheat and corn From rutting plough or harrow born, But cleared of lump & stump & thicket Is set aside for playing cricket. The Cyclist Joyce Elliot A short poem that perfectly describes the atmosphere and internal sensations of a bike ride.Oh! I loved to be in the wind. 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. Angel Wings anon A beautiful poem about the deep bond a parent forms with a child even when they die young.Asleep Wendy Sisson A short but impactful poem comparing an infants death to a peaceful sleep.A Butterfly Lights Beside Us anon A touching short verse comparing the loss of a child to a butterfly passing by.The Cord anon A beautiful poem about a mothers love for their deceased child being an unbreakable, invisible cord.Dear Child In Heaven anon A poem with a religious sentiment finding comfort in the knowledge of a child in heaven.Fingerprints Tom Krause A poem reflection upon the huge impact a child can have on our lives and our hearts.Little Snowdrop anon A poem to reflect the immense grief a parent might feel when they lose their child.Love In Every Tear anon A poem about the child we had, but never had, yet we will have forever.Never K. Fugleberg A poem lamenting all the things a parent will never get to do with their child.Parenthood Graeme Cook An amusing and thought-provoking poem about the joys and toils of parenting.These Are My Footprints anon A poem that urges us to see the remnants of a lost child in the world around us.Tiny Angel anon A poem reflecting upon the question of why? we had to lose a child at such a young age.Too Soon Mary Yarnall A poem about loving a child enough for a lifetime, even though they were taken too soon.When I Speak Martin Nelson A poem about the positive memories one still has after a childs death. Triumphantly their bodies sing,Their eyes are blindWith music. I loved when that engine rumbled,And the biker friends who rode with me, would help me when I stumbled.You are amongst my dearest friends, brothers and sisters of the road,Weve travelled many miles together, shared many heavy loads. Poems predominantly for those who worked behind a bar, but also those hobby mixologists. I pray the wickets well-prepared,And that it doesnt stick,That all my shots find gaps And that the outfields fairly quick. Where on Shaftesbury Cres, the kids now play. 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. And when its time that they sadly must leave usWe grieve, but also we smile.We give thanks that our lives were connectedAnd were tucked in their heart for a while. John Betjeman began his poem about Cheltenham with the following memory: I composed these lines as a summer wind Was blowing the elm leaves dry And we had seventy six for seven And they had CB Fry. Shimano SPD Cleats SH51 MTB SPD - Single Release, Fresh Goods Friday 642 Cake For Me, Corned Beef For You, Whats Open At Glentress? Brother when you weep for me, remember that it was meant to be,Lay me down and when you leave, remember Ill be at your sleeveIn every dark and choking hall, Ill be there as you slowly crawlOn every roof in driving snow; Ill hold your coat and you will know.In cellars hot with searing heat; at windows where at a gate you meet;In closets where young children hide: you know Ill be there at your side.The house from which I now respond is overstaffed with heroes gone;Men who answered one last bell did the job and did it well.As firemen we understand that deaths a card dealt in our hand,A card we hope we never play but one we hold there anyway.That card is something we ignore as we crawl across a weakened floor,For we know that were the only prayer for anyone that might be thereSo remember, as you wipe your tears, the joy I knew throughout the yearsAs I did the job I loved to do I pray that thought will see you through. For a better experience, please enable JavaScript in your browser before proceeding. When he put them all together,He was amazed at what hed done.He had created a family,Mother, father, daughter, son. I hope I touched your lives one day,and left a treasured mark,now Ill ride on to forever,with your memory in my heart. Based on real world data - you can't go wrong with these poems. Nature funeral poems about flowers and trees. I pray the Captain sets his fieldWith telepathic skill,That all his plans work wellAnd that the catches do not spill. And I believe my voice will soundUpon the whispering windSo long as even one remainsAmong those I call friend.. The third candle we light in your memory: the times we laughed, the times we cried,the times we were angry towards each other, the silly things you did, and the caring and joy you gave us. 1. the Scrabble Kinghas arrived once moreto pound awayat the competition. I know how much you wish Id stayedI feel so very blessedOf all the people to have in my worldI got the very best. Cricket poems by Wilson, George Francis. Time for us to part now, we wont say goodbye;Look for me in rainbows, shining in the sky.Every waking moment, and all your whole life throughJust look for me and love me, as you know I loved you. With each brand new discovery, Im always quite astounded,The history of life on Earth is gloriously unboundedFrom dinosaurs to shells and plants, theres always something more,Fossils are simply priceless treasures I cant help but adore. 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. Its been a long time since we first felt the beginning to this end.And today we pray before you; your family and your friends.Weve watched your thoughts get more obscure with every passing day;As this heartless thing called Alzheimers made them fade away.Gradually it took the gleam from those once so loving eyes.To befall on such a giving manit seemed so unjustified.Stripping you of everything, leaving nothing in its placeExcept a look of sadness left upon your face.As long as we have searched, through all the tears weve criedWeve tried to find the reason for this long good-bye.But now its time to take back all your memoriesAs you are finally free from this cruel disease.We pledge to remember the man that you once were;A good hearted, giving man is all that will be heard.And every night when we look up and see a certain starWe will know within our hearts exactly where you are.So on this day we say good-bye as you now depart.Although far from our touch, never far from our hearts. 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. The ancients etched the wordsfor battle and victory onto their shields and then they went out. Weve travelled miles upon this earthWithout home behind the carThe fun and laughter we have sharedAs we travelled long and far. You made me proud of who you areand all that you have done You often reached beyond the starsto find your goals and won. Poems for those who loved exploring caves and caverns underground. 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. The following database of poems and readings is an ever-expanding list of verses useful for anyone planning a funeral ceremony for a loved one. Do not go gentle into that good night, But, even in death, Harold Pinter made sure his final farewell was as carefully and poetically orchestrated as his life's. The years went by so quicklyfrom when I held you at my breast To watch you grow to a beautiful womanand finally leave the nest. Its all these thingsand so much more,so dont stress.If you lived your lifeWild-n-free,Then its been a success. M. K. Paul A verse asking the question of what exactly a fathers role is in life. J.G. Day is ended, dim my eyes,but journey long before me lies.Farewell, friends! I have to goagaineven thoughIve just come backeven ifIm covered in bloodblood all over meeverywherethat no one bothersto wipe offand yet they call mestillthe crowd cheersthe ref is impatientmy opponent awaits meI feel deadenedevery voice is far awayand yet I hearI knowthat this is the momentthat I have to goits my jobat first I liked itI couldnt stopit was my lifenow no longerIm exhaustedworn outIm in pieceshow longcan my body last?how many of those punchescan it take?night is fallingI feel itfalling quicklyon memy powers weakendeath will comeand bethe fatal woundfor methe final defeat. A trip to the Ring, its all part of the gameto lay down a tenner on the horse with the namethat sounds like a winner, a worthwhile betbut tarry no longer, well miss the jet set. And rumble off to clubhouse forA changing of the brew;Black vests in formationfastand tighta loud tribute. They say the answer has five lettersbut I now have had enough;I found the answer in the back apparently its GRUFF! They help to capture the spirit of the person lost and express the feelings of the people left behind. I wont dye my hair pink or blueMy piercings will stay as the simple twoNails cut short and hair in a bunIn ballet, this must be done. Poems for those who shared a passion for rowing, canoeing, kayaking, and other oar-based water sports. These funeral poems and readings are reflective and comforting. The earth provides the musicTo set your spirit freeYou only need to trust yourselfFly! Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die. For it matters not, how much we own,The cars, the house, the cash;What matters is how we live and loveAnd how we spend our dash. So be kind to your partners and dont mind their cheek.For its only a game Oh! Funeral Poems For Cricketers "A Cricketer's Last Boundary" A CRICKETER'S LAST BOUNDARY Weeping willows formed an honour guard For the cricket ball writ with a noble name A team of ten, which had once been eleven Would never be the same side again No bails united the forlorn stumps Since this wicket had fallen some days ago My joy increased, I felt you growas weeks went quickly by Then one blessed day, I felt you moveA tiny butterfly. &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. These are examples of the best cricket poems written by PoetrySoup members Home Submit Poems Login Sign Up Member Home My Poems My Quotes My Profile & Settings My Inboxes My Outboxes Soup Mail Contests Poems Poets Famous Poems Famous Poets Dictionary Types of Poems Quotes Short Stories Articles Forum Blogs Poem of the Day New Poems Resources . I am a sailor, youre my first mate,We signed on together, we coupled our fate,Hauled up our anchor, determined not to fail,For the hearts treasure, together we set sail. I read of a man who stood to speakAt the funeral of a friendHe referred to the dates on the tombstoneFrom the beginning to the end. Hegot into competition,but didnt really trust it,and the main games of life allseemed rigged, one wayor another. 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.

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