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 Each time we see a little cloudOr a rainbow soaring highWell think of you and gentlyWipe a tear from our eye. Of round . O Magic wheel of burnished steelHow part of myself thou art.As we roll alongMid the hurrying throngThat peoples the busy mart. Rest there on the mossWhere the soft zephyrs tossThough circlet of beauty and prideWith thy invisible wingsAttached to thy stringsAre folded in peace at thy side. From the moment they are born, That bond never shall be torn,Regardless of all they do or say,Theyll always be your kid,No matter what they did,Loves bloodline, can never go astray. But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreamshis shadow shouts on a nightmare screamhis wings are clipped and his feet are tiedso he opens his throat to sing. And though our arms are empty,Our hearts know what to do.For every beating of our heartsSays that we love you. Ill give the angelsBack their wingsAnd risk the lossOf everything. Perhaps you thought I missed it all,And that wed grow apart,But Dad, I picked up everything,Its written on my heart. He employed an incompetent plumber who always gave him the pip, Every job he went on he always left a drip.He was a good Brickie I would say he was first class but when it came to his team, they were just total Arse! For you had got Alzheimers,You failed to comprehend.Your body went on living.But your mind had reached its end. Then as time gently passes by,And comfort soothes your sorrow,Like flowers youll find, new memories bloom,To brighten your tomorrow. Pension Multiplier - commuted of full pension value used. The, of Children's Picture Books: Childcraft,, s and An Ode to Cricket at Kings School and a couple of Storms What is cricket, the teatowel factor, ESPN Cricinfo, Ten, s about Cricket, Candlestick Press, Poetry Pamphlets. Its anyone youve ever lovedwho mourns you in the end. He firmly held his bowl in handHis eyes they were unblinking;None could tell what he had plannedOr just what he was thinking.Then slowly down his body wentHis bowl arm was at the readyTo neither side his torso leantHe was so sure and steady. Our family chain is brokenAnd nothing seems the sameBut as God calls us one by oneThe chain will link again. She dances on the balance beam,So light, so free, so full of grace,Her body moves with effortless ease,In this, her chosen place. Just wish me to be near you,And Ill be there with you. Always dressed in the finest clothes,A true fashionista no-one could oppose.Your style was so impeccable and bold;Your passion for fashion will never grow old. Uncle And Friend Michaella A. Molinski A poem for an uncle who was also considered a friend. So go, my loveClimb that mountain in the sunsetI will watch you with a smileand eternal lovein my heart. Some light up rooms with their laughterOthers brighten the world with a smile.Many will make you feel happyBy sitting nearby for a while. Both paths tell a storyThat waves may wash away;As long as we have the memoryThey live with us each day. I walk beside you, I am there all day longI am right here. Fossils Peter Cullen A thought-provoking poem perhaps equating physical fossils to memories of the dead.Old Bones and Stones Mark Gregory A first-person poem about a passion for fossils and an acceptance of death.A Story Of The Past Charles Sternberg The first four stanzas of Sternbergs poem about finding God in fossil-hunting. The fourth candle we light for our love. I will watch over you from heaven aboveForever you will be a dear and true loveHold on to your dreams and all of your wishesSending you hugs and butterfly kisses. 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. 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. 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! Villanelle Of Spring BellsBells in the town alight with springconverse, with a concordance of new airsmake clear the fresh and ancient sound they sing. Sir Henry Newbolt's "Vitai Lampada" ("Play up! I light a candle in loving memory of you:Its flame flickers like the spark you lit in me.The wax melts away like moments in timeTil we meet again.So shines a symbol of hopein a sorrow-filled world.The wicks warmth keeps the flame alightlike my faith within keeps me alive.Smoke spirals into the sky towards yousaying your name.The shimmering shine spreads peaceand parts the shadows.Its illuminating light lifts my soul to youand combines our consciousness.The flame of the candle may blow outbut the flame of our lovewill always burn in my heart. Watch it sink into the hairthe chiseled point will disappearanother sip of ale to bootgame set matchthe point is moot. The silence hung suspended:It was the last bowl of the day,And everything dependedOn our skipper yet to play.He gazed upon the verdant green His eyes were focused tightOn a sphere that could just be seen:The Kitty shining white. Poems for those who had a love and appreciation for art during their life. And Lord I pray that tonight or sometime real soon,I get to raise my voice in praise Praise that you deserve When I get to shout out BINGO! When my sailing days are over,And I sail the seas no more,I shall build myself a refugeBy the oceans murmuring shore.As I watch the foaming breakersWhen the tide comes rushing in,I will contemplate my lifetimeWith its virtues and its sins. I am a man who works with God,I cannot succeed without his help,For you see,Im just a farmerPlain and simple. Weve travelled miles upon this earthWithout home behind the carThe fun and laughter we have sharedAs we travelled long and far. The ball swung, swerved and darted, If thou wouldst win, and not thy fortune rue,Subdue thyself yet to thyself be true. Here are the opening lines of 10 beautiful poems for funerals. I lie wrapped in a tapestry,Stitched with every memory,That we have shared together,Through calm and stormy weather,By each others side. Animal Lover Mark Gregory A poem ideal for someone who had a deep love for animals.Fly Robert Longley An inspiration poem about setting your soul free without fear.If (Pigeon-Fancier Version) original by Rudyard Kipling An adaptation of Kiplings original, but for a pigeon-fancier. Roads go ever ever onUnder cloud and under star,Yet feet that wandering have goneTurn at last to home afar.Eyes that fire and sword have seenAnd horror in the halls of stoneLook at last on meadows greenAnd trees and hills they long have known. The speedometer is just a bluras tears blow from my eyes,the bike and I roll forwardoff into the calling skies. This kid fights great. Whenever Im upset I know yourethere with a shoulder to cry on.Whenever I face a problem and need some helpI know you are one I can rely on. Finally, it was taking shape,Like a bird making a home in its nestWe know whatever [name] madeIt was sure to be one of the best. Love Is Like A Game Of Cards Titia Geertman A verse comparing card games to love and life. 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. A golden heart stopped beatingHard-working hands put to restGod broke our hearts to prove to usHe only takes the best. Fly, fly do not fearDont waste a breath, dont shed a tearYour heart is pure, your soul is freeBe on your way, dont wait for meAbove the universe youll climbOn beyond the hands of timeThe moon will rise, the sun will setBut I wont forget. I must go down to the seas again to the vagrant gypsy life.To the gulls way and the whales way where the winds like whetted knife:And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long tricks over. If I could fly like abird I would fly so very high.I would soar throughthe sky leaving all myworries behind. Ill walk, Ill talk,And go through the motionsBut every step will be my love,for you,my daily devotions. The first candle represents our grief. I deal with screamingchildren,who dont want a cut.And the people who keep rolling in,after the doors should shut. You are a breath of fresh air on a hot summers night.When there is darkness, you turn on the light. He is a lover of the earth,And all the wonders it gives birth;He is a lover of the bloom,And all the fragrant, sweet perfume. 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. 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. We will take this special momentTo turn our thoughts to Dad;To thank him for the home he gaveFor all the things we had. You always believed that the good Lord would provide and He always had somehow,Take off your gloves and put them down, no more sweat and worry for you now. A product of where youve been, What youve done and what theyve seen, Theyve learnt most from the example you have set, So not totally to blame, Not too different, but the same, We all think we tried our very best, and yet? In watching its pendulum swing to and fro,Many hours had he spent while a boy;And in childhood and manhood the clock seemed to knowAnd to share both his grief and his joy,For it struck 24 when he entered at the doorWith a blooming and beautiful bride;But it stopped short never to go again When the old man died. 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. So, our sweetYoull never be goneCause your laughter and loveWill always shine through. Bottles of red, bottles of white,Barrels of brown and glasses so bright,Keep the night peaceful and the customers polite,Dont let a fight break out tonight. Ring out false pride in place and blood,The civic slander and the spite;Ring in the love of truth and right,Ring in the common love of good. They move through threatening ghostsFeeling them cool as mistOn their brows. SURLY was the crossword clue,I gave a sideways stare;my hubby gave a stifled coughand looked into the air. Robert J. Tiess A short poem about perspective when entering the depths of the ocean.Scuba Diver Maggie Benefield A poem that describes the awe and amazement that one experiences when diving.Underwater Memory Divemaster Dennis A poem about the wonders of the sea, and the desires to always return. 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. 11 min read. And now I have another child,perfect in every way;I know Ive seen that smile before,and this time, its here to stay. Their love for film was boundlessAnd theyd watch them one by oneFrom the classics to the newest hitsTheir passion was second to none. 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? J.G. 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. &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. "All is Well" by Henry Scott Holland. Dont cry for me, please dont be sadHold on to the memories of the times we both hadDont dwell on dark thoughts, hold on tight to your wishesSending you hugs and butterfly kisses. So let us keep the warriors spiritAlive in every move we make,For it is through this art, we inheritA strength that will never shake. In the darkness of the theatreWhere the screen would light up brightThey found solace, joy, and comfortIn the stories that played each night. "Death Is Nothing At All" by Robert Scott Holland. The boxer stands with his gloves at the readyHis gait sure and steadyHis eyes aware and to the foreHis mind on the bout and nothing more, But deep within, and on his face writtenAre the many scars of a life hard-bittenAnd while neer shy of a hard-fought fightThere is no longer within the feeling of delight, His face has too oft been made to payBy an opponent better on the dayAnd though within beats the heart of a lionHis poor pummelled body has given up tryin, And while a fighter to his very coreJust the smell of gloves now he does abhorYet, still he stands, eyes puffed and blood galoreStill ready to wage a pugilists war. When I speak your name,It still brings me tears,And I wish I could hold youFor oh so many years. Heartfelt memories of a daughterwhose love was sweet and pure,to lose someone so preciousis a pain thats hard to endure. Some travel afar, others stay nearbySome pedal fast, some slowBut in common with the lot of usIs the desire to just go. Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die.I have sent up my gladness on wings, to be lost in the blue of the sky.I have run and leaped with the rain, I have taken the wind to my breast.My cheek like a drowsy child to the face of the earth I have pressed. 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! Anyone can stand by you when you are right,but a true Friend will stand by you even when you are wrong!A simple friend identifies himself when he calls.A real friend doesnt have to.A simple friend opens a conversation with a full news bulletin on his life.A real friend says, Whats new with you?A simple friend thinks the problems you whine about are recent.A real friend says, Youve been whining about the same thing for 14 years.Get off your duff and do something about it.A simple friend has never seen you cry.A real friend has shoulders soggy from your tears.A simple friend doesnt know your parents first names.A real friend has their phone numbers in his address book.A simple friend brings a bottle of wine to your party.A real friend comes early to help you cook and stays late to help you clean.A simple friend hates it when you call after he has gone to bed.A real friend asks you why you took so long to call.A simple friend seeks to talk with you about your problems.A real friend seeks to help you with your problems.A simple friend wonders about your romantic history.A real friend could blackmail you with it.A simple friend, when visiting, acts like a guest.A real friend opens your refrigerator and helps himself.A simple friend thinks the friendship is over when you have an argument.A real friend knows that its not a friendship until after youve had a fight.A simple friend expects you to always be there for them.A real friend expects to always be there for you!