Then there are the moves;Always limited,restricted by the fear of capture, of failure,there are only so many times we can move sideways,move forwards,before we feel the fear of being too far out, too vulnerable. And I hate all those worthies who avert their eyesBecause Ive forgotten to zip up my flies.I excuse myself saying Its quite plain to seeIll have far less bother the next time I pee!In the human race maybe Im just also ranBut I dont give a toss Im a grumpy old man! He hopes for a blissful afterlife for the man, and knows that if there isn't one, he's happy knowing his friend made the best of his. I cant stand the hassle, I cant stand the painIm getting those bad cards again and again.So Im giving up bridge Tonights a bad night.Declarer is horrid and nothings going right. One, two, three, four,Getting older now, cant take any more,Five, six, seven, eight,Model life is done, it was truly great. To lose ones wealth is sad indeed,To lose ones health is more,To lose ones soul is such a lossThat no man can restore. 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. When the birds start to singAfter my owls hoot;Dont let it slip thatManners dont cost a thing. The most popular funeral poems include: "Crossing the Bar" by Alfred Lord Tennyson. Our father kept a garden.A garden of the heartHe planted all the good things,That gave our lives their start.He turned us to the sunshine,And encouraged us to dream;Fostering and nurturing the seeds of self-esteem.And when the winds and rain came, he protected us enoughBut not too much because he knewWe would stand up strong and tough.His constant good example,Always taught us right from wrong, markers for our pathway,to last a lifetime long.We are our fathers garden,We are his legacyAnd I hope today he feels the loveReflected back from me. crunch! Those who live long endure sadness and tearsBut youll never suffer the sorrowing yearsNo betrayal, no anger, no hatred, no fearsJust love only love in your lifetime. 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. Heaven by Rupert Brooke. You played the game with all your soul,Giving everything to win,You pushed yourself to the brink and backTime and time again. They are too far away for us to touch, just as [s]he has gone somewhere we cannot follow until our own star-time comes.The stars cannot be held close for comfort, just as we can no longer hold him/her close but the stars will burn forever.One day, our own star-time will come, and our spirit will soar into the sky to burn with all those lovely family and friends who have gone before us.On the inky cloth of space, we will be reunited in constellations of joy.Until then, our own flame burns low and dim and cold without you. The birds and the nearby bubbling brookAre the only sounds that I hearThe click of the freewheel of courseAnd the wind whistling by my ear. Bury Me In LycraWith a bike-shaped brooch above my heartTake me not by motor-hearseBut pulled by trike, upon a cart. adapted from the original by Rudyard Kipling. Your love of Gods soil has passed on to your kin; the stories flow like fine wine,Wash off your work boots in the puddle left by blessed rain one final time. We would all sit at the tableEveryone in their placeThere were never any surprisesWe recognised every face. At Lords Francis Thompson A condensed version by the famous poet encapsulating the atmosphere at Lords.Cricketers Last Boundary Michael Ashby A poem for a cricket-lover full of cricketing metaphors.A Cricketers Prayer anon A prayer that the game of cricket (and life) will be won, or at least be fair.The Cricketers Prayer East Leeds CC An adaptation of the Lords Prayer put together by a Yorkshire club. Ill always be your mother,Hell always be your dad.You will always be our child,The child that we had. Youve also got some sweeties.Isnt Nana kind?I may have stolen one or two,But I knew you wouldnt mind. All verses featured on this website are free to use during any ceremony, although it is good practice to make sure the author is mentioned, if known. At PoemSearcher.com find thousands of poems categorized into thousands of categories. 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. Between the wars, cricket became part of the jolly furniture of upper-class country life. Your fingerprints are on my heart.Fingerprints that teach me about caring.Fingerprints that teach me about love.Fingerprints that teach me about courage.Fingerprints that teach me about hope.Fingerprints that bring me closer to my loved ones.Fingerprints that bring me closer to myself.In the time I cared for you my whole life changed never to be the same againAll this from tiny fingerprints that touch my heart.You will live in my heart forever never to be forgotten.I will always love you.You are my child. The sadness of the present daysIs locked and set in time.And moving to the futureIs a slow and painful climb. Yes. I here profess my strong beliefIn my revealed Lord;Ive found Him in the rocky leaf,And his inspired word. When I come to the end of my journeyand I travel my last weary mile,just forget, if you can, that I ever frownedand remember only the smile.Forget unkind words I have spoken;remember some good I have done.Forget that I ever had heartache,And remember Ive had loads of fun.Forget that Ive stumbled and blunderedand sometimes fell by the way.Remember I have fought some hard battlesand won, ere the close of the day.Then forget to grieve for my going;I would not have you sad for a day,but in summer just gather some flowersand remember the place where I lay,and come in the shade of the eveningwhen the sun paints the sky in the west.Stand for a few moments beside meand remember only my best. Ill walk the extra mile.Not because I have to, but because its worth my while.I know that I am different, when I stand on a crowded street.I know the fullness of winning, Ive tasted the cup of defeat. Once you have acquired the knack,Believe me, you will not look back! 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? Because your heart was simply gold,What a shame, you werent that old,Gone now for good, not good youve gone,Our memories will linger on. 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 So, when your eulogy is being readWith your lifes actions to rehash,Would you be proud of the things they sayAbout how you spent YOUR dash? Youve always made me happy,I hope you can truly see.Youre more than just an Uncle,youre also a great friend to me. Weve travelled miles upon this earthWithout home behind the carThe fun and laughter we have sharedAs we travelled long and far. A man who loves this land,And the beauty of its sand.I know of a springs fresh flowAnd autumns golden glow,Of a newborn calfs hesitation,And the eagles destination. And there youll see the gardeners, the men and prentice boysTold off to do as they are bid and do it without noise;For, except when seeds are planted and we shout to scare the birds,The Glory of the Garden it abideth not in words. I lived my life beside you allCocooned within your loveSo friends and family please dont cryIm still with you; just up above. I will still keep you withinFreedom is importantThe wild roar of your heartis not for me anymoreI am allowing you to make your next journey. For the field is full of shades as I near the shadowy coast, And a ghostly batsman plays to the bowling of a ghost, And I look through my tears . The scent of the roast,The hiss of the brew,The warmth of the cup,It all reminds us of you. A family is a placeTo cry, and laugh and vent frustrationsTo ask for help, to tease and yellTo be touched and hugged and smiled at.A family is people who care when you are sadWho love you no matter whatWho share your triumphs and dont expect you to be perfectJust growing with honesty in your own direction.A family is a circle where we learn to like ourselvesWhere we learn to make good decisionsWhere we learn to think before we doWhere we learn patience and table mannersAnd respect for other peopleA family is a place where we share ideasWhere we listen and are listened to Where we learn the rules of life to prepare us for the world.The world is a place where anything can happenAnd if we grow up in a loving family We are ready for the world. Show all. And you will see. It also comes in handy When Im working on a rhyme. She tumbles on the floor with art,Her movements swift and sure,Her strength and flexibility,So wonderful, so pure. Develop your talents;They are unique.Use your time well;Listen only to positive critique. That you are proud of us and that we will be together again. In my kayak I find peaceOn the water, all is calmThe rhythm of the paddles releaseAll the stress and all the qualms. You are loved by so many.You might notHave known,But in our heartsIs whereYou have grown. So I kayak, and I am at peaceThis is my world; this is my wealthAnd I know this joy will never ceaseIn my kayak, I am truly myself. 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. Now you will not swell the routOf lads that wore their honours out,Runners whom renown outranAnd the name died before the man. These funeral poems and readings are reflective and comforting. 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. Amazed, I watch the tiny gymnasts all,While praying, as they flip, that none will fall. We did so much togetherrode in carsshared our lovenear the campfireWith soft and tender armsTamed broken pasts. The willowy sway of the hands awayAnd the water boiling aft,The elastic spring, the steely flingThat drives the flying craft. Neville Cardus is still the gold standard for cricket-related purple prose. To succeed. Lyrics from google. He knew that you were suffering,He knew you were in pain;He knew that you would neverGet well on earth again. The archer and his bowNever cease to amaze;They are togetherThroughout all days. Core of my heart, my country! A. Alene Centanni. You are the picture I paint in my headOf beauty that only exists in thought.You are the picture I dream of in bed.Of beauty that I have forever thought. The archer and his bowCelebrate victory!The greatest of allThe archers in history. We dance and we dance,each day through.Everyday to a different tune,just to get us through. As you played and sharedAnd helped and taughtThe laughter and love always shone through. All evil men intent on evil thingfalter, for in their cold unready earsbells in the town alight with springmake clear the fresh and ancient sound they sing. We both are made by one in the same.We grew to be different, Im not to blame. The song captures the atmosphere of a village cricket match and is an elegy to the game as played during Harper's youth. 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. 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. At first the infant,Mewling and puking in the nurses arms;And then the whining school-boy, with his satchelAnd shining morning face, creeping like snailUnwillingly to school. The place was very quiet,But not too quiet. The speedometer is just a bluras tears blow from my eyes,the bike and I roll forwardoff into the calling skies. His labourers name was Dodger who would work now and then, most of the time was spent at The Bookies placing bets for other men. thanks for reminding meTheres just time before I failTo stand on ceremonyTwo rashers of best back, Should keep meSmelling sweet up the smokestackSo, mother, put the kettle on for meIts time, mother, for my long cup of tea. Our LeatherWhich we hit with willowBoundaries be thy aimThy googly comesThy may be out as it isAccording to the Umpires fingerGive us this day our daily inningsAnd forgive us our LBWsAs we forgive them that stump usLead us not back to the pavilionBut deliver us from a duckFor thine is a silly mid offWith a deep backward short legAnd cover pointFor over and overOwzat! William Shakespeare. 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. 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). 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. Unknown Life is simply a cricket match, with temptation as the bowler. Perhaps you thought I missed it all,And that wed grow apart,But Dad, I picked up everything,Its written on my heart. Butterflies From Heaven anon A poem about what it might mean when a butterfly comes to you.Butterfly Kisses John F. Connor A poem which equates the butterfly to the spirit of those who have left us behind.Little Butterfly Amy Farquhar A poem for a person who lived their life cocooned within the love of their friends.On A Butterflys Wings Jim Howard A short, slightly religious poem about the journey to the next life.While Waiting For Thee anon A beautiful, brief verse about the soul of the departed dancing in the air around us. MORE THYME! All is lost in due time. You made me proud of who you areand all that you have done You often reached beyond the starsto find your goals and won. Its my special message just for youIts private and from my soulI want you to remember me,Though impossible to console, My words, my love, are meant for youAnd reaches from my heartI just dont know how to live,Now we are apart, And so I whisper to the petalsThe words I want to saySo they will be carried by the angelsFrom my heart, to you, this day, I breath and place this rose,gently upon your tomb.And feel your presence, and your love,in this very room. Crickets Demi, Gods And Villains, by Rajnish Manga A Cricket Sang Good Luck, by Sandra Fowler, Hunter. 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. It's been mixed up week here at STW Towers, mostly thanks to everyone suddenly realising they haven't used up their annual leave so they'd better take some time off. extract from As You Like It by William Shakespeare. If I had a voice nowIt would be lovingAnd I would say thank you for all of your care.If I had a voice nowId want to tell youIm sorry for not always wanting to be there.My life, it confused you, it did so to me.But I am released now and my heart is free.The heart that was hidden beneath all the pain,It felt so much more than I could explain.And if I had a voice now,Id say out loudI love you, I wish that Id made that clear.And in my lifetimeI need you to knowThat I was much more than I did appear.These are things that Id say through choiceif I had a chance and if I had a voice. Though we never knowWhere life will take us,I know its just a rideOn the wheel.And we never knowWhen death will shake usAnd we wonder howIt will feel.So Goodbye my friend.I know Ill never see you again.But the time togetherThrough all the years,Will take away these tears.Its OK now Goodbye my friend.I see a lot of thingsThat make me crazy,And I guess I held on to you,You could have run awayAnd left well maybe,But it wasnt timeAnd we both knew.So Goodbye My friend.I know Ill never see you again.But the love you gave meThrough all the yearsWill take away these tears.Im OK now Goodbye my friend. 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. 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. Though I see the branches swaying.And watch their dancing leavesThe echoes carried on the windDont sound the same to meAs I listen to the morning birdsSing softly from afar It seems to be a mournful tuneThat echoes in my heart. 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. Death is too negative for meSo Ill be popping off for a long cup of teaDo splash out on two bags in the potAnd for my gods sake keep the water hotPlease pick the biggest mug you can findSize really does matter at this timeIll pass on the lapsang with that souchongAnd that stuff with bergamotAnd stick with my favourite friendYou know the English breakfast blendBreakfast! The audience is waitingFamiliar faces all aroundOnce again the baton strikesAnd I hear that familiar sound. You attract like a magnet beautiful things.You sparkle and shine like a diamond ring. They smoked, and talked of stocks and shares, Poems for those who shared a passion for literature, or who worked in a literary setting during their life. Well take the time togetherTo catch up on the pastTo build a new beginningOne that will always last. My love, you gave yourself to meAnd life caught fire from your spark. 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. My toes may bleedAnd my knees, grow weakBut Ill never stop dancingNot until I reach my peak. E ven in my darkest hours, you were always there for me. The archer and his bow:Take aim and let the arrow fly,It hits, fast as lightning A perfect bulls-eye. Published by: Esplanade Publishing Ltd., The bodys anatomy and physiology, the minds psychology must be knownBy a fighter in order for the perfect execution of a technique to be shownMartial arts is a pursue of knowledge, many things that one must learn,So the hidden swirling potential within gets drawn out to burn. the Scrabble Kinghas arrived once moreto pound awayat the competition. The parents in the middle though,cant share this special caring,Its just for us, my Gran and I,adventures we are sharing,And even if my situations bad,my Gran is not deterred,What is it about a Grandmother?I think Love must be the word! Its everything you sacrificedand choices you made.Its all the problems that you solved,your lessons from mistakes. Cannot be used in conjunction with other offers, or when switching memberships), Contact UsPrivacyForum RulesClassifieds RulesLink RemovalNewsletter SettingsAdvertising, Viewing 10 posts - 1 through 10 (of 10 total). My cards are all rotten and I have forgottenWhos played and whats trumps and whats gone on my right!So for now its all over Im off to the back woodIm bidding good-bye to Gerber and Blackwood. Luther F. Beecher. Stretching my limbsChoreographing on a whimAlways aiming to be strongerTo hold my arabesque longer. 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! For this one farmer the worries are over, lie down and rest your head,Your time has been and struggles enough, put the tractor in the shed. Ive seen them win, lose and draw, rush by in charging blur, Neck and neck, nose to nose, to the photo we refer, The weight is right, the track is fair, the sun will always shine, As once more past the Judges, and I cross that Finish Line. He may look at himself and have a new awareness that his body will not last forever. 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! Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die. As the engines start up, and our rumble grows loud.We ride for our brethren who can no longer be found.The sunglasses we wear are to cover our tears.Remembering those who ride that weve held so dear. Ring out a slowly dying cause,And ancient forms of party strife;Ring in the nobler modes of life,With sweeter manners, purer laws. I was here, I used it all,and now I am at peace. He loved to pop out for a walk or a stroll,But illness and age in the end took its tollHis passing will leave in our lives a great hole,Hell be missed as a wonderfully generous soul. I always begin With the first clue across, Continuing on Until Im at a loss.