The Darkness Of The Theatre Mark Gregory A fitting poem for someone who loved watching movies at the cinema.Funeral Blues W. H. Auden The now famous poem thanks to its recital in the film Four Weddings and a Funeral.O Me! William Shakespeare. The sixth age shiftsInto the lean and slipperd pantaloon,With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;His youthful hose, well savd, a world too wideFor his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,Turning again toward childish treble, pipesAnd whistles in his sound. 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. While working for Birmingham 2022 Commonwealth Games, I wrote a series of quintets - something of an ode for each sport at the Games. Daughter, life is not the samenow youre no longer here,but our love for you is still strongand will remain year after year. Ballerinas Poem Miranda Snow A poem about the utter perfection required when performing ballet.Dance Of Life David Harris A poem comparing each and every day to a different style of dance.Dance With The Waves Christy Ann Martine A very short poem perfect for a committal or scattering of ashes at sea.Dancing In The Sky Elizabeth and Danielle Hyde A slightly religious poem about dancing in heaven.I Imagine You Dancing Tanya Lord A poem reflecting the hopes of a happy, dance-filled life after death. If I could fly like a birdtime would slow me downgiving me time to enjoy thepeace that surrounds all around.If I could fly likea bird swift as a lightI know for a factI would love this graceful flight. 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. Our England is a garden that is full of stately views,Of borders, beds and shrubberies and lawns and avenues,With statues on the terraces and peacocks strutting by;But the Glory of the Garden lies in more than meets the eye. Dear God, Please Take Care Of My Little Girl Terry Gouveia A religious poem asking God to take care of a child.Heartfelt Memories anon A poem highlighting the wonder and light that a daughter brought to our lives.My Tiny Butterfly Ann Lundrigan A poem about a mothers bond with her daughter, who has passed.Our Song Jodi M. Kucera A poem to be used for the loss of a daughter who has children of her own.The Twilight Hours Christine Bevington A poem about those late night hours when your thoughts carry you away. I do not ask you for your tears,For I am free, my suffering past.Remember all the times we laughed,And when you find that happy place,Let a smile light up your face. You ran with grace and strength all game,Your footwork swift and sure,Scored goals with ease and utmost grace,Brought joy to all who saw. Some light up rooms with their laughterOthers brighten the world with a smile.Many will make you feel happyBy sitting nearby for a while. The memoriesI have throughoutThe yearsWill lastforever withLaughter and tears. Poems for those who enjoyed the art of bell ringing, or who simply enjoyed the sound of church bells. I suppose, one day, I will be dead and go to meet my maker,So have this note set in my hand, there for the undertaker,Dont dress me in a shroud of white or rouge my cheeks all red,It is not right, to look a fright, een though youre stone cold dead.Give me a brand new five pound note and a Visa credit card,I want to buy a proper plot in old St Peters yard,And as I sit upon my cloud and look down at the earth,Ill watch you use my worldly goods for festival and mirth,And that will make me smile a smile, and have a laugh quite hearty,To hear you say, the buggers dead, lets have ourselves a party. That very place where children sit,in safety and in pleasure,To bask in love and comfort,is truly a childs life treasure,Where this child can feel so grown up,and a Gran feel like a kid,Learn and laugh together from stories,of all the things she did. Immediately they,vie for position.Victory and glory,is their common mission. The lazy float that controls the boatAnd makes the swing quite true,And gives that rest that the oarsman blestAs he drives the blade right through. Her Boilers with full head of steam.Cargo stowed and alley stored.Just waiting to get underway.When the last Hand comes aboard. Farewell to Middle-earth at last.I see the Star above my mast! If they mention a 'he' or 'she' you can always change that. Remember me when I am gone away,Gone far away into the silent land;When you can no more hold me by the hand,Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.Remember me when no more day by dayYou tell me of . The topic Cricket themed reading for Dads funeral is closed to new replies. A butterfly lights beside us like a sunbeam, and for abrief moment its glory and beauty belong to our world:but then it flies again. For a second you were flyingLike you always wanted toNow youll fly foreverIn skies of azure blue. 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. Poems for those who enjoyed the tranquillity and competition of Crown Green Bowls. The archer and his bowWithout each other are nothing,But when they come togetherThey become quite something. This is the life of a dancer en pointeRisking the health of her feet, legs and jointsJust for that one perfect moment on stageWhere the ballerina stands tall and all are amazed. That our caravanning days togetherHave now ended that is trueBut travel on my darlingAnd think of me as you do. He liked collisions football, but they broughtheadaches. You are loved so much. 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. I walk beside you, I am there all day longI am right here. 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. Non-religious funeral readings are a beautiful way to connect to grieving loved ones, giving you the ability to make a non-religious funeral personal and unique. You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your backOr you can do what she would want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on. Poems for those who loved clothes in all their forms, or who made a living in the fashion industry. 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. Poems for those who were keen on loosing an arrow from a bow. I breathed a song into the air,It fell to earth; I knew not where.For who has sight so keen and strong,That it can follow the flight of song? 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. But now their time on earth is doneAnd we gather to say goodbyeWell remember them very fondlyAs we look up at the night sky. It may not display this or other websites correctly. 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. See more ideas about grief quotes, grieving quotes, cowboy prayer. I pray the wickets well-prepared,And that it doesnt stick,That all my shots find gaps And that the outfields fairly quick. From the first time that you hold em,Through every time you scold em,And every soiled nappy that youve changed,From all the crap you saw,They will always dish out more,Its just the way that children are arranged. For you may findWhen you clear the hilly topThat the brakes of life may seizeAnd take you to a messy stop. Your ship is anchored in Gods Harbour.And your ship mates, now of equal rank.Are mustered on the deck to greet.And Pipe as you ascend the Plank. My three sons I married right,And their sons I rocked at night;Death nor sorrow never broughtCause for one unhappy thought. This isnt how it was supposed to be!The world carries on like nothing has happened, but not me. I shot an arrow into the air,It fell to earth; I knew not where.For, so swiftly it flew, the sightCould not follow it in its flight. Feels good as chain clunks from one socket to the next and the ticking whirring of freewheel and zipping noise of fast tires on flat asphalt. Poems for those who had a love of candles and incense, or poems that evoke candles and candlelight. So, think about this long and hard.Are there things youd like to change?For you never know how much time is leftThat can still be rearranged. 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. Hes asked me if I would care to danceCant refuse, so Ill take the chanceTrembling as he takes me into his armsGliding together as the music starts. The NHS Overused? Bury me in Lycra!So when I get to heavens gateSt. But Im giving up bridge Tonights my last night. With every brick, a story told,A bright creation, sturdy and bold,A masterpiece that broke the mould:A legacy that will never grow old. Tossed to and fro in a raging tide of emotion;without you, Im just so lost and broken. 65 p Addeddate 2007-05-31 17:58:40 Bookplateleaf 4 Call number SRLF:LAGE-3653666 Camera 5D 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. Poems perfect for those fond of legs eleven and two little ducks in the bingo hall. by Gabrielle Tintitranslation by David Graham. We are not members unfortunately. Each one was pieced with tender care,With threads of love and light,A labour of love taking time and skill,For each quilt that lay in sight. Toes taped so tightlySmiling big and brightlyRed lipstick adding to her beautyThe dancer moves so smoothly. give me the flavourof butterscotch and vanillawith a little chocolateplease and thank you. 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. 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!. And then the justice,In fair round belly with good capon lind,With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,Full of wise saws and modern instances;And so he plays his part. 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. That taketh all things under wing. by | Jun 10, 2022 | noco youth hockey | pinal county obituaries | Jun 10, 2022 | noco youth hockey | pinal county obituaries God saw her getting tiredAnd a cure was not to beSo he put His arms around herAnd whispered Come to me.. Poems for those who lived their life in rural areas, or simply shared a passion for rolling hills and sprawling fields. Little rattle of dry seeds in pods, The warm crowd . Ninety years without slumbering(Tick, tock, tick, tock)His lifes seconds numbering(Tick, tock, tick, tock)It stopped short never to go again When the old man died. A 93rd minute winner ensures the days before the next game are filled with hope, a thumping defeat fills hearts with despair. I stand on the podium, proud and boldIm wearing a medalAn Olympic Gold! You made me proud of who you areand all that you have done You often reached beyond the starsto find your goals and won. Grandmas quilts held memories,Of bygone days and years,Of loved ones gathered round the hearth,And tales of joy and cheer. The bingo caller shouts out loud and clearThat number you have been waiting to hear!You rise to your feet and shout out loud:BINGO! Unknown Poems for those who forged a career as a hair stylist, and had a passion for hair design. - Navjot Sidhu 5 1 Add a comment The third umpires should be changed as often as nappies and for the same reason. crunch! My toes may bleedAnd my knees, grow weakBut Ill never stop dancingNot until I reach my peak. And standing thereTill that calm song is done, at last well shareThe league-spread, quiring symphonies that areJoy in the world, and peace, and dawns one star. Poems for those who kept several balls in the air at one time. Ring out the want, the care, the sin,The faithless coldness of the times;Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymesBut ring the fuller minstrel in. One day you will all forgive meOne day you will understandAnd when your time on earth is doneI will be waiting to take your hand. They are not in any particular order or category as every person interprets a poem in their own way. I lived my life beside you allCocooned within your loveSo friends and family please dont cryIm still with you; just up above. They give all they have and then give more,While helping somebody get through.Its not about thanks or for mention,Its something thats in them they do. Just let me laugh with every tree,let me be barefoot and free,let every rock be overturned,let every blade of grass be learned,let the sky sleep over mewhile I am watching underneath let me weave a daisy chainto make into a bloomin wreath.Give me a flowered path to climb,I need no food, I need no bed,just let me live while Im aliveand I will rest when I am dead. Broken beyond repair? 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. The Beer Prayer - anon - A beer-infused version of the Lord's Prayer. 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. We forged our bond with love, not tears,Linking arms, we walked as one,Now is my turn to rest a while,I have reached the final stile,But you must carry on. The steely spring and the musical ringOf the blade with the biting grip,The stretching draw of the bending oarThat rounds the turn with a whip. It's quite funny too. They say that times were tough thenThat money was very tightBut I remember my childhoodAnd I know that cant be right. Words have that kind of poweryou remind the clothes that remain in the drawer, arms stubbornlyfolded across the chest, or slung across the backs of chairs. Go up the rocks and wait; flushed apple-trees. Rejoice now in the knowledgeReturned to you this dayYouve always had the powerTo simply fly away. 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. 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. The free bird thinks of another breezeand the trade winds soft through the sighing treesand the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawnand he names the sky his own. In life, they loved their family, With a love that knew no bounds, Their heart was filled with joy and pride, When their loved ones were around. Dance with the wavesMove with the seaLet the rhythm of the waterSet your soul free. The windows blurry, the odometers broke,The tires are bare; whos driving this car? When the Present has latched its postern behind my tremulous stay,And the May month flaps its glad green leaves like wings,Delicate-filmed as new-spun silk, will the neighbours say,He was a man who used to notice such things? He taught us all so much;his brother how to care,tenderness bonded the family;it grew from our despair. If thou wouldst win, and not thy fortune rue,Subdue thyself yet to thyself be true. But oh! I have lied in the sight of the oceanWhere the water runs into the landI have walked on the beach in the morningAnd left my footprints in the sandBut musical waves have been callingAnd the ocean is so wide and vastThat Ive struck for the silver horizonAnd put out to sea at last. My partners a dope and Im losing all hope.And when s/he says double I know were in trouble.My points are not high and Im wondering whyS/he kept on bidding right up to the sky. When someone dies, the clothes are so sad. Poems reflecting a passion and love for birds, bird-watching, and anything remotely aviary in nature. Heavens gift, now heaven destinedAn arrow chosen from a quiverSelectedTransformedPoised and vibrating on the restDancing in anticipationTight and ready at full drawImpatient against the bowstringHearing distant tempos of dreams and discoverySensing, knowing the destinationSeeing the pathThen oh soStillAnd quiet in releaseA prayer off the lipsFlightFreedomA powerful arcRacingSoaringStraight and trueFrozen forever in the trajectoryAnd outstretched toward the welcomeBound for Home. There once was a man from round hereWho loved flags more than he loved beer,He flew them with prideFrom morning til nightAnd even slept with them, so we hear! Obtainingperfection is my keyIts what I strive for, its all that defines mePushing harder and harder to reach my goalIts what I live for, ballet is my soul. One, two, three, four,Getting older now, cant take any more,Five, six, seven, eight,Model life is done, it was truly great. To succeed. From hoops, to drops, to barbell hugs, She loved wearing tiny rocks, But no one can actually see her now, Shes become a walking jewellery box! So Im off for a golfing holiday,Far away fromThe cares of town.And Ill strive each dayBetter golf to playtill my handicap comes down. The Print+ membership where Singletrack magazine drops through your door, plus full digital access, is normally 45, now only 22.50 with the code. The life of man is like a game of chess,The which he plays according to his art;Winning or losing he doth nothing lessThan to obey the dictates of his heart. The magical sound of leather on willowThe sweet smell of freshly cut grassThecricketer crossing the last boundaryTo a third innings that would forever last. Tears water our growth." 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. Another day has come again,As time moved surely on But nothing now seems quite the same,To know that he is gone.The days and weeks and months aheadWill never be the same Because a treasure beyond wordsCan never be replaced. The archer and his bowCannot be torn apart;For shot after shotThey share the same heart. Where the azure of the heavensMeets the undulating blue,Where the sweeping, soaring seagullFlies its endless quest for food.It is there that I would rest,When my work on earth is done,At the endless blue horizonNeath the crimson, setting sun. We sit a whileWe guess bird namesWe look them upWe watch bird games. I loved going to bingoAnd seeing all my chumsId listen out for numbersHoping they would be the ones. Use code HELLO54 when you join us as a print or digital member and your membership will be half price for the first year. If we could just slow down enoughTo consider whats true and realAnd always try to understandThe way other people feel. How lucky I was,How blessed Ive been,You were more than my Aunt,You were also my friend. Brothers to the left of meSisters to the rightThats the way we ate dinnerEvery single night. The boys who came to watch their gods, Four Roses For You anon A blessing ideal for use alongside the visual aid of four real roses.I Gathered Petals In My Hand Lou Szymkow A verse about the quiet, private moments we spent with our dead.I Place A Rose Lou Szymkow A poem about the pain of loss, and the symbolism of placing flowers by the graveside.The Rose Beyond The Wall A. L. Frink A poem about remaining hopeful, even when someone has passed out of sight.Time Heals anon A short poem about how just like a flower blooms, so too will our happy memories. We have sought, but we sought it vainly,That one last drink divine;We have sampled his various bottles,But somehow they dont combine:Yet I know when I cross the riverAnd stand on the Golden ShoreI shall meet with an angel chemist Wholl brew me that drink once more. So let us ride to help make others aware.That the roads that we ride are for all to share. realize,when I dive into the sea,Im part of something greater yet. Think of me as one at rest,for me you should not weepI have no pain no troubled thoughtsfor I am just asleepThe living thinking me that was,is now forever stillAnd life goes on without me now,as time forever will. Too many to paste into the thread, enjoy! The speedometer is just a bluras tears blow from my eyes,the bike and I roll forwardoff into the calling skies. 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. 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. The sounds of all your heartbeatsAre my sweetest melodyAnd at all my heavenly bedtimeThe angels play it back to me. Take my ash, and let it fly,Oer the land of ShimanoBut save some for Italia fairAnd the fields of Campagno(lo). So let us honour and rememberThe warriors spirit that lives onFor it will be with us foreverIn every battle, lost or won. You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your backOr you can do what he would want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on. 11 min read. Youll be greetedby a nice cup of coffeewhen you get to heavenand strains of angelic harmonyBut wouldnt you be devastatedif they only serve decaffeinatedwhile from the percolators of hellyour soul was assaultedBy Satans fresh espresso smell? Have you checked the smoke detectors? I know how much it hurt your soulWhen we had to say goodbyeBut Im not gone, Im always hereI am your butterfly. Weeping willows formed an honour guardFor the cricket ball writ with a noble nameA team of ten, which had once been elevenWould never be the same side again. Could you sit and rock her and read her a story?Shes probably afraid; please tell her dont worry.Tell her mommy loves her and wishes she could be here,But it wont be for many more years. - "Everything brown is not chocolate.". Then as the flowers transcendedAnd the night closesNothing is brokenOnly waiting to be mended. and whatever a sun will always sing is you. The world is always peaceful,As I sit and drink my tea.Im grateful for these simple moments,Of pure tranquility. And then I thought, Everythingis a miracle, even the toadthat lives under the lilac bush,even the nasty-tempered robinthat steals the food from the other birds,even the little lump of claythat I, in my clumsy way,will shape into a potto hold some wildflowers,even the windthat scatters the leaves and the seedsand the tiny pebbles, eventhe rain that falls, even the sunthat makes everything grow.
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