The laughter and loveIt always shone through. You can go now my loveI must allow you to.The world is a vast and beautiful placeSo much to exploreWithout me. Langston Hughes remarks: As Befits a Man. You played the game with all your soul,Giving everything to win,You pushed yourself to the brink and backTime and time again. The sun goes down,But gentle warmthStill lingers on the land. So fleeting is this thing called life, we journey toward its end,experiencing pieces of a puzzle we dont truly comprehend.The hues of our emotion paint a picture of our past,as we hurtle toward a destiny that is not meant to last.Youth a canvas all in white, not knowing what awaits,feel caresses of a brush that which we know as fate.Love so very true in reds, that beat within our heart,shadows black take form as hate, which tears the soul apart.Greens of joy and happiness, lush grass beyond compare,sadness, shrouded depths of blue, the waters of despair.Yellow screams of agony and pain which we endure.Guilt and shame are shades of grey, a torrential downpour.Earthy brown desires are that for which we lust,the loss of which comes with age, like chrome begins to rust.The image changing constantly as time plods slowly on,taking shape in many forms, as the twilight replaces dawn.We look into a mirror for the answers which we seek,but we find no consolation as our eyes grow dim and weak.The final touches on a painting created with much love,as we realise that the destination is the gallery above. Youve got to know when to hold emKnow when to fold emKnow when to walk awayAnd know when to runYou never count your moneyWhen youre sittin at the tableTherell be time enough for countinWhen the dealins done. And bayberry, that through sweet bevies thread. 30 Beautiful Funeral Poems To Read At A Memorial Service A. Alene Centanni. Poems for those who either acted in films or shared a passion for movies unlike any other. Id like to encourage you all to remember my game,And maybe keep my photo or my top score in a frame.And when your own ball reaches the end of the lane,Id like to hope Id see you in the afterlife again. Sun will warm the daylight hours;The lighthouse illume the night.Waves provide rhythm and gulls give voice Music to ease my flight. When playing darts, it is agreed,A steady hand is what you need. Green sod above, Lie light, lie light. Luther F. Beecher. The photograph above was unearthed from the countless images to be found on the web. The magical sound of leather on willowThe sweet smell of freshly cut grassThecricketer crossing the last boundaryTo a third innings that would forever last. 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. This will be my final journeyI go with no regretsThe days weve had togetherHave been the very best. Remember Me. We think about the fleeting yearsToo quickly, gone for goodIt seems like only yesterday;We would go back if we could. Margaret Thatchers ashes are to be interred at the Royal Chelsea Hospital. 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. But, even in death, Harold Pinter made sure his final farewell was as carefully and poetically orchestrated as his life's. 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? Written with a pen.Sealed with a kiss.If you are my friend,please answer this: Are we friendsOr are we not?You told me onceBut I forgot. Youve always made me happy,I hope you can truly see.Youre more than just an Uncle,youre also a great friend to me. Aunt Mabel Don Geiger A poem written for a specific aunt, but which many nieces and nephews can relate to.My Aunt Megan Stokes A poem written for an aunt but can be used for a generic female role model.What My Aunt Meant To Me anon A beautiful poem indicating the place in our hearts that our aunt held. 10 Best Poems for Funerals - GriefAndSympathy.com Don't know if your F-in-Law was a church go-er but a good single line quote from the great Dickie Bird is below "Nid siocled yw popeth brown." Foster A poem for a child born with a disability who is lost to the world too soon. She says youve only left the room,You havent gone away.But I really miss you, GranddadAnd the games we used to play. 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. cricket poems for funerals. 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. Her apron could bring gigglesIn a game of peek-a-booWith her newest, sweet grandbabyAs she hid her face from view. 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. Many friends I know are waitingWho took an earlier trainTo greet and reassure meThat nothing has really changed. For that dash represents all the timeThat they spent alive on earth;And now only those who loved themKnow what that little line is worth. Anger, hate, sorrow and fear, emotions within meant to be kept at bay,Courage, patients, persistence within ones mind and soul each dayThe art of fighting is so much more than just effective ways to kill,It sharpens and enriches the human mind with each new learned skill. The beauty and peace it brings my wayIs difficult to describeFor we who bike for pleasureBelong to a different tribe. Your family had joined a larger family of caregivers,Professionals, friends, and team mates.As the days go by, you are called upon to assistSomeone in need,Leaving your family known to you and love,Knowing someday something may go wrong. BINGO, I shout, its my timeI finally got to complete that line! Poems about people who liked a drink in a healthy way. White wings will carry you and you will be flown. You know Ill never leave youeven when Im far awayIn the moments when the words stopand your breath gets in the wayI will softly say I love youbarely louder than the breezeSo I hope you gently listento my voice between the trees. The sounds of all your heartbeatsAre my sweetest melodyAnd at all my heavenly bedtimeThe angels play it back to me. Funeral Music: 20 Most Popular Funeral Songs - Funeral Guide That is all.She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side, and she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.Her diminished size is in me, not in her.And just at the moment when someone at my side says, There, she is gone! there are other eyes watching her coming, and there are other voices ready to take up the glad shout, Here she comes!And that is dying. as when he showed up immaculately dressed in slacks and plaid jacketand had that beautiful smile on and youd talk.Youd go to get something and come back and hed be gone. The first rose represents our grief.The pain of losing you is intense.It reminds us of the depth of our love for you. Its bad times youve persevered.Its all the fun youve had.Its any time youve ever laughedand every tear youve shed. What are Airlines Policies on carrying ashes? Toggle navigation Poem Searcher Discovery Engine 7,226 categories 345276 poems Just wish me to be near you,And Ill be there with you. The Rape Of The Lock And Other, s By Pope Tingling Catch: Noeline Gannaway's NZ cricket. I doubt Ill get to heaven with an invite from the man,so I parked my bike grabbed a beer and built myself this plan!Im building myself a ramp as tall as ever seen,Ill supercharge my bike, and add a couple wings!Timing will be critical, speed will factor in,angle and approach and Ill whistle me a tune!Then one day when my journey is coming to its end,Open up them pearly gates cause this bikers jumpin in! Im just a little angel but my time was not in vain.As dark clouds that surround you give way unto the sun,My precious parents you will see that any heart will sing,If only for a moment it is brushed by angel wings. Lord I am pleased to see my Wednesday night friends;We gather in your playroom for a friendly game.Give me the strength to endure the smokers;Let the caller call at a pace that is just right.Dont rush those with manyOr let those with few fall asleep waiting,And may the caller call what I need;If not, may someone in the little group around meLeave tonight with more than they began with. cricket poems for funerals I laugh and sing and jest to all, but never let them know,How hard I am at work, and just 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. 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. Remember me as I used to be.Think of me; remember my smile,The love we shared; linger awhile.I am at peace now, I am me.At rest for all eternity. The Glentress Masterplan sets out redevelopment proposals that includes new trails, improved facilities, and some new accommodation options in the area. I juggle through the hours, and make them all my own,Through morn and eve and noon, I set a juggling tone,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. We miss him in his gardenDoing odd jobs here and there.We miss him at the tableWhen we see the empty chair.We miss him at the firesidewhen we gather round the blaze.We miss him, oh, we miss himIn a hundred different ways.When troubles came the familyWould always turn to him.He always had a cheery wordWhen things were looking grimAnd now hes gone we know he wouldntWant us to be sad But life can never be the sameWithout the Dear Old Dad. Beyond anon A short verse signalling the hope that beyond the bad emotions there is peace and forgiveness.Dont Judge Me Kathleen Wilson A lament on behalf of someone who may have felt outcast or unaccepted.If I Had A Voice Caroline Wilkes A verse apologising for not always being the best person one could be.Time Will Ease The Hurt Bruce B Wilmer A verse suggesting that time helps painful memories fade away.When I Come To The End Mrs Lyman Hancock A verse urging mourners to remember the deceased at their best. Friends and family pay respectsTo biker and his mate;Praises made and prayers raised,Blues legends resonate. They smoked, and talked of stocks and shares, Poems perfect for those who loved getting their fingers green and pottering about in the garden. After the night, the morning, bidding all darkness cease, So from this moment, lets endeavourTo celebrate these worlds so clever;Well think of them, whenever, wherever:A legacy, to go on forever. Farewell to Middle-earth at last.I see the Star above my mast! The Laughter and Love anon A poem reflecting how the deceased always filled a room with laughter and love.My Funny Friend anon A poem for a very specific character of person, who was funny, weird and kind all at once.Pardon Me For Not Getting Up Kelly Roper A humorous message from the deceased to the mourning. I hear you whisper softly in my earTake a step forward, dont worry dearYou have my blessing, your life to enhanceKeep dancing to music of the Tea Dance.. 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. God looked around his gardenAnd found an empty place,He then looked down upon the earthAnd saw your tired face. While most of us are fast asleepAs the moon begins its fall,And drifts its gentle lightAcross the clock upon the wall;Theres others who have left their bedsTheres hoof beats in the dawn,And out upon the training trackThe music of the morn.The frost lays thick upon the groundAnd shines upon the roofs,And all around, the lovely soundA thousand steel shod hoofs,A scraping here, a snorting thereA jockeys curse, a whinny;A trainer feeling tender legsDamn, that colts gone shinny.The flaring nostrils show soft red,A roll, hose, scrape and lead,The rug thrown on, and off back homeTo munch the morning feedAnd as they leave, some more come inWhile the sun turns red at dawnTo the clatter of a thousand hoofs,The music of the morn.So when I die I hope that ICan chat with old Saint Peter,And that dear chap would understandThat nothing could be sweeterFor me, to go where the horses runDown a track thats long and worn,To hear once more, the glorious sound;The music of the morn.