Use code HELLO54 when you join us as a print or digital member and your membership will be half price for the first year. Dont curse me, for I have done you no wrong.I only want the acceptance I have needed for so long. My heart often pounding; Im going to burstCome on legs, keep going!I want to come first. Until that day Ill close my eyes,And see your smiling face.Ill lock you up inside me heart,Until we again embrace. In life, he found his greatest joyIn this game of queens and kings,Now, as he rests beneath the soil,We remember all of his wins. Farewell to Middle-earth at last.I see the Star above my mast! Remember Me. He liked collisions football, but they broughtheadaches. 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. The Golf Course In The Sky Michael Ashby A poem imagining what golf is like once youve got to heaven.A Golfers Dream anon A lovely little poem about the deepest desires in the heart of any golfer.A Golfers Prayer William Everyman An ode to Gods green creation, and the certainty that he is a golfer!A Golfers Psalm Tony Carpentino The famous Psalm 23 rewritten with a golfing twist.Golf Tees Lament Larry Buddin When you have golf tees everywhere in your house but forget them at the course.I Really Am A Golfer Justin Time A rhythmic poem detailing the highs and lows of being a true golfer.Life Is Like A Round Of Golf Criswell Freeman A clever poem comparing life to a round of golf.Ode To Golf Allan Berman A poem highlighting the ups and downs of an amateur golfer. A Day At The Races Graeme Cook A verse about the wonders and marvels of spending a day at the racetrack.The Last Race Barbara Ogilvie A poem highlighting betting on horses as the core of the deceaseds life.The Music Of The Morn Fran Cleland A poem highlighting the wondrous thump of hooves on turf in the morning.Racing Through My Eyes Henry Birtles A wonderful poem that captures the unique atmosphere trackside.When The Ridings Done J. P. Gorham A poem suggesting the spirit of a horse rider will always endure at the track. The tide recedes,But leaves behindBright seashells on the sand. So rest in peace, chess master,Your love for the game will live on,Forever etched in the hearts of allWho knew and loved you for so long. In winter gentle sheep may graze Preserving turf for summer days, A picket fence thrown round the square So jealously I stare at the starsBut you are all I see;For they are where your heart residesAnd where I long to be. Then as time gently passes by,And comfort soothes your sorrow,Like flowers youll find, new memories bloom,To brighten your tomorrow. The city . 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. BINGO! Poems to read for a beloved daughter who has sadly passed away. 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. Core of my heart, my country! The Road goes ever on and on,Down from the door where it began.Now far ahead the Road has gone,And I must follow, if I can,Pursuing it with eager feet,Until it joins some larger wayWhere many paths and errands meet.And whither then? Do you have a pavilion Lord?Where we could sit and talk?Can you give me lots of energySo that I am never short? Some light up rooms with their laughterOthers brighten the world with a smile.Many will make you feel happyBy sitting nearby for a while. Im confused beyond your concept,I am sad and sick and lost.All I know is that I need youTo be with me at all cost. The draping, it is perfectNo wrinkles will you seeA symbol of a nationA reminder that were free. 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. 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. Watch it sink into the hairthe chiseled point will disappearanother sip of ale to bootgame set matchthe point is moot. )Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renewd,Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me,Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,The question, O me! The pieces on the floorThey are there but nothing moreLike the pieces of a heartI can glue them part by partIm gonna build a Lego houseAnd a Lego bridgeFor my Lego spouse, Im gonna place them one by oneFor my Lego sonand my Lego friendsThey never run awayThey never leave me in the waves, Lego loveLego hatredLego buildings that Ive created, I might be out of mindout of sightout of timebut Im forever the queen of my Lego house, I might be out of loveout of touchout of soundbut Im forever the queen of my Lego house. Karate is a quiet art,Yet speaks louder than a shout.It moves with grace, a work of heart,And can turn a life around. Dance with the wavesMove with the seaLet the rhythm of the waterSet your soul free. Coast to coast across England in one day;A hundred miles in one trip. I hope that you will be thereTo wish me on my wayIts not a journey you can join inIts not your time today. Gambling: a lie appliedto organized theft. Your lines and curves and perfection of shapeTransport my soul and take hold of my gaze.Your lines of your chest oer shoulder and napeTransport my soul to see beauty and praise. Im old and Im bitter, with nothing to fearSo I hope I offend you by bending your ear.Its my one joy in life you can like it or not No answer in edgeways? In the Theatre Of DreamsThe lights have dimmedThe curtains about to close, Its the end of the showSadly it happened you knowLife just ebbs and flows, The cast in my lifeWere my children, my wifeNow only memories fill my head, I have lived all my dreamsNow its the end of the sceneMy script has finally been read, When you walk through a stormHold your head up highAnd dont be afraid of the dark, At the end of a stormTheres a golden skyAnd the sweet silver song of a lark, Walk on through the windWalk on through the rainFor your dreams be tossed and blown, Walk on, walk onWith hope in your heartAnd youll never walk aloneYoull never walk alone. 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). And I think of you walking along a headlandOf green oats in June,So full of repose, so rich with lifeAnd I see us meeting at the end of a town. Never to kill. As you bid me farewell this one last timeSpray me with natures flowers and loveFor I will need those memoriesAs I watched you from above. When great trees fall,rocks on distant hills shudder,lions hunker downin tall grasses,and even elephantslumber after safety. 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. 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. It is little I repair to the matches of the Southron folk, Though my own red roses there may blow; It is little I repair to the matches of the Southron folk, Though the red roses crest the caps, I know. Id like to accept that while I stumbled and spluttered,I never strayed so far as to end up in the gutter.Id like to come to terms with all the times I slipped and fouled,But always got back up again: of this I am quite proud. The tired old men who napped. Were in seven spades and all my hope fadesWhen surprise, surprise, the high bidding pays!Were winning all tricks, the defenders feel sick,And I have to admit my partners a brick. Stalactites hang from abovetheir beauty alone is enoughwalls covered in draperiesmillions of years of Earths memories. 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? God saw him getting tiredAnd a cure was not to beSo he put His arms around himAnd whispered Come to me.. He knew that you were suffering,He knew you were in pain;He knew that you would neverGet well on earth again. Poems for those who had a love and appreciation for art during their life. Poems reflecting upon the importance of the memories we have of others. We pull out the chairs for whomever dares,The drinks and munchies set to spare,We argue over who will sit and where,And who will interpret the rules in despair. 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. Poems for those who loved clothes in all their forms, or who made a living in the fashion industry. Pension Multiplier - commuted of full pension value used. And yet the cares are manyand the hours of toil are few;There is not time enough on earthfor all Id like to do;But, having lived and having toiled,Id like the world to findSome little touch of beautythat my soul had left behind. 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. Entered to the contest "Haiku Encyclopedia" as a shasei haiku. 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. Now, you will never leave me,For I will always find youIn the beauty of life. We have but a short timeOn this earth,So value your lifeFor what its really worth. Ive got the bowling ball blues.I gotta mark one more time.I cannot let my team lose.I finally found a good line.Come on now, roll like thunder,Drop those pins asunder:Cure my bowling ball blues. The Dash Linda Ellis A verse pondering on making the most of the years between birth and death.If Rudyard Kipling Kiplings famous poem about what it means to be a man.A Life Well Lived anon A poem for someone who lived life to its fullest.Man In The Mirror Dale Wimbrow A reflective piece suggesting the most important opinion of you is your own.A Song Of Living Amelia Josephine Burr A verse which suggests loving life and living it fully leads to no regrets.Success Bessie Anderson Stanley A reflection upon what it means to be successful in life.Successful Life Eugene Grinman A poem pondering over what it means to have lived a successful life.The Time Is Now Bettina Van Vaerenbergh A poem encouraging us all to live well, and live in the now.When Great Trees Fall Maya Angelou A poem in free verse about how we feel when great people die. Please smile and do not shed a tear, wipe away that silly frown,Im off upon that final ride, another Biker who has gone down. 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. 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. You attract like a magnet beautiful things.You sparkle and shine like a diamond ring. Are there Bowling Greens in Heaven Lord?Crown Greens I mean for me?Will there be lush grass, warm breezesAnd endless cups of tea? 25 Beautiful Non-Religious Funeral Readings from Literature - Stylist SURLY was the crossword clue,I gave a sideways stare;my hubby gave a stifled coughand looked into the air. The Fisher by Ruby Archer. Smooth road; never mind the few bumps; and air so fresh you could eat it in lumps. 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. So fly high, dear flag, as we lay them to rest,Their love for you was truly the best.A life well-lived, with memories to hold,They cherished the flag; we let it unfold. Achievement and SuccessActingAddictionAlcoholAlzheimersAnimalsArcheryArtistsAstronomyAthleticsAuntsBabies and ChildrenBartendingThe BeachBell RingingBingoBirdsBoard GamesBoats and SailingBooksBowlsBoxingBricklayingBrothersButterfliesCalmnessCamping and CaravanningCandlesCars and DrivingCardsCarpentryCavingClimbingClocksCoffeeCookingThe CountrysideCricketCrosswordsCyclingDanceDartsDaughtersDementiaDisabilityDivingFamilyFarmingFashionFathersFilmsFirefightingFishingFlagsFlowersFootballFossilsFriendsGardeningGolfGrandfathersGrandmothersGymnasticsHairdressingHippiesHorse RacingImperfectionJewelleryJugglingKnittingLaughterLegoMartial ArtsMemoriesMothersMotorcyclingMusicNaturePositivityRowingSelflessnessSpousesTeaTen-Pin BowlingTerminal IllnessTrainsUnclesYorkshire. I pray the Captain sets his fieldWith telepathic skill,That all his plans work wellAnd that the catches do not spill. 'Play up! play up!' | Poetry | The Guardian I always begin With the first clue across, Continuing on Until Im at a loss. Guest. Inner pages (if required) are printed on high quality 120gsm white bond. I would be wearing a favourite dressYou as always looking your usual bestFeeling like Cinderella at the BallWith the most handsome Prince Charming of all. (For darts is not a game of chance!). My toes may bleedAnd my knees, grow weakBut Ill never stop dancingNot until I reach my peak. Still, I will hold onto the memories we sharedover a cup of joe,and I will always cherishthe warmth of your loveinvigorating,comforting,and with every memoryI will feel more alive. Poems admitting that the person we have lost wasnt perfect. 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. Thanks to Roger. Understand?Number one in all the landSuperhuman, super-spannedIn control and in commandIm the man, Im the manThe one and only goalie with my expanding hands! 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. My feet ache, my hands are numb.Will this day ever be done?I head home with talc in my lung,and some hair stuck in my thumb. Last Journey Timothy Coote A rhythmic poem ideal for someone who loved locomotives. Both paths tell a storyThat waves may wash away;As long as we have the memoryThey live with us each day. She is a gymnast, a true athlete,Her talent and grace on display,She inspires us all with strength and skill,In this, her chosen way. cricket poems for funerals You can shed tears that she is goneOr you can smile because she has lived, You can close your eyes and pray that she will come backOr you can open your eyes and see all that she has left, Your heart can be empty because you cant see herOr you can be full of the love that you shared, You can remember her and only that she is goneOr you can cherish her memory and let it live on. You are loved so much. 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. When I speak your name,It still brings me tears,And I wish I could hold youFor oh so many years. 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. To shake our gravity up. So darling please tend to the candle for meAnd nourish the flame lest it diesTill the day when its radiant beauty I seeAnd it guides me at last to your side. An opal-hearted country, a wilful, lavish land All you who have not loved her, you will not understand Though earth holds many splendours, wherever I may die,I know to what brown country my homing thoughts will fly. I had to leave too soon,But love had joined us as I grew inside my Mommys womb. "And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. No tears to be shed,Only in cheer;Continueonthe path already ledEachonyour own veer. 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. Short Poems For Funerals: Simple Messages For The Grieving His bricks though were not just forged in fire,His family were his foundation and his desireThe mortar was his love, his caring, his skillHe loved you all dearly, and loves you all still. Knit one purl one, knit one purl oneThe band was almost doneThe soft sound of the needles clickety clackFinish one row, turn around and go back. No more a watch to stand, Old Sailor.For you are drifting on an ebbing tide.Eight Bells has rung. Brothers to the left of meSisters to the rightThats the way we ate dinnerEvery single night. Bird Watching Amy Ludwig Vanderwater A poem highlighting the joys and excitement of bird watching.Fly Celine Dion Words originally sung that reveal the sorrow yet relief of setting someone free from this Earth. We kick off-side by side in a minuteCheered by old family, teammates and friendsFootballs really a blast in heavenAfter your first whistle, the matches never end! But all the feelings that are nowSo vivid and so realCant hold their fresh intensityAs time begins to heal. "All is Well" by Henry Scott Holland. So I handed him my bottleAnd he drank down my last swallowThen he bummed a cigaretteAnd asked me for a lightAnd the night got deathly quietAnd his face lost all expressionSaid, If youre gonna play the game, boyYou gotta learn to play it right. One, two, three,Dont cry for me,Four, five, sixIve had my kicks. You make me creative which makes me fun!You made me realise that you are not fun sometimes.You are tuff and mean when I step on you.You make me happy to see you new and cool in the store or online.You are colourful and small but together you are majestically massive.Sometimes I misplace you, but when Im focused I find you soon.You are fun when you are together, but not when you are done.My dog thinks you are food crunch! Ring out a slowly dying cause,And ancient forms of party strife;Ring in the nobler modes of life,With sweeter manners, purer laws. And bayberry, that through sweet bevies thread. Apart from its sporting associations, this cheerful song is the audio equivalent of a ray of sunshine - perfect for celebration of life funerals. I am a man who works with God,I cannot succeed without his help,For you see,Im just a farmerPlain and simple. Of course, you could also write your own. Poems for those who had a love for the beach, seashore, sand, and tides. So let us honour and rememberThe warriors spirit that lives onFor it will be with us foreverIn every battle, lost or won. Our family chain is brokenAnd nothing seems the sameBut as God calls us one by oneThe chain will link again. You watched us make the same mistakes, That you had made before, But that just made you hold us tight, And love us all the more. He seemed to cast off weight and gravityAs if he were no more than a spiritWhose substance was its own agility. I imagine you laughingYour heart lovingly set freeYou understand my griefIn ways I cannot see. I am standing upon the seashore.A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean.She is an object of beauty and strength.I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloudjust where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.Then someone at my side says, There, she is gone.Gone where?Gone from my sight. But now you are gone,and with you the aromaof your favourite roast. All Internet links/videos/pictures in here ONLY, Optical equipment repair and refurbishment as a hobby. And the bar stayed open all day. Members of the Club stand post,Proud brothers in the wind;Shaded eyes the tears disguise,And loss they feel within. The world is always peaceful,As I sit and drink my tea.Im grateful for these simple moments,Of pure tranquility. It'll knock you for six: the best poem ever written about cricket Simon Heffer 25 September 2018 7:00am Francis Thompson, poet and cricket enthusiast Credit: Getty The torrent of. Immediately they,vie for position.Victory and glory,is their common mission. Though your heart wont let the sadnessSimply slide awayThe echoes will diminishEven though the memories stay. The Clock Of Life Robert H. Smith A short verse reflecting upon the inevitability of time passing.My Grandfathers Clock Henry Clay Work The classic childrens song in its entirety.Stop All The Clocks W. H. Auden A poem demanding that the whole world stop to mourn the passing of a loved one. Pray dont find fault with the man who limpsor stumbles along the road,unless you have worn the shoes he wearsor struggled beneath his load.There may be tacks in his shoes that hurt,though hidden away from view,or the burden he bears, placed on your backmight cause you to stumble too.Dont sneer at the man whos down todayunless you have felt the blowthat caused his fall or felt the shamethat only the fallen know.You may be strong, but still the blowsthat were his if dealt to you,in the selfsame way, at the selfsame time,might cause you to stagger too.Dont be too harsh with the man who sinsor pelt him with word or stone,unless you are sure, yea, doubly sure,that you have no sins of your ownfor you know perhaps if the tempters voiceshould whisper as softly to youas it did to him when he went astray,it might cause you to stumble too.

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