I imagine you laughingYour heart lovingly set freeYou understand my griefIn ways I cannot see. When an Old Cricketer Leaves the Crease - Wikipedia Cricket reading for a funeral : r/Cricket - reddit Some folk drive for transport, just a means unto an end,They treat cars as a mere machine, and not a trusted friend,Concerned only for the badge in front, how bright it may be shining,And the many pretty toys inside, their egos there defining. 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. 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. So please bear with us, dear audienceAnd act your part as well:We salute a thespian titanWho had such a good life to tell. And to those not with us or by our side, May God be your partner on your final ride. Listen to the storiesthe old trees tell in hushing voices,the rushing sounds of ocean waves . A year feeling so lonely and blueSince the unspeakable day I lost youIm here because friends said I must tryLetting go and waving the tears goodbye. Perfect for him: right field inbaseball, an eccentrics positionthough he thought of drifting into otherfields beyond. Humour is an essential part of life, so why not of death. Soft whistlingBats perched on the ceilingTears of the cavesDripping and echoingGentle lapping waterAcross rocking shoresGlowing mushrooms andGlowing wormsStalactites and stalagmitesShuddering in placeWarm, soft breathsOf bears who hibernateThe cave is sleepingBut very aliveAnd it is singingA mournful goodbye. 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. I imagine you dancingSkipping among the cloudsHappily singing with the angelsLooking down upon the crowds. Poems for those who enjoyed the art of bell ringing, or who simply enjoyed the sound of church bells. The boys who came to watch their gods, 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. Broken beyond repair? 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. Id like to remember all those times I hit the mark,Or when, as a friend, I was a light in the dark.Id like to recall all the times Id always be there,Despite sometimes arriving with just moments to spare. we missThe joy that liesIn labour, and in thisGrow old before our time.The gardeners artIs Natures own,And he who tends a partTends the whole.The noblest work of manIs to add beauty to the world. The ceremony is conducted by a humanist celebrantand it is both a celebration of a life and a dignified, personal farewell. Full of grace, never hasteFilling perfectly my costume of laceEver so sweet, my dancing feetStep after step, I repeat and repeat. Well, it isn't. The beauty and peace it brings my wayIs difficult to describeFor we who bike for pleasureBelong to a different tribe. Poems reflecting a passion for spending nights under the stars. What secrets are revealedWhilst mirrored in that chairAll caped or gowned and waitingFor the trusted hairdresser to share, As scissors work at a frenzyFeverishly between cuts and snipsShe listens intently with friendly earEmpathy at her finger tips. 6. "An honest man here lies at rest, The friend of man, the friend of truth, I deal with screamingchildren,who dont want a cut.And the people who keep rolling in,after the doors should shut. Im just a farmer,Plain and simple.Not of a royal birthBut rather, a worker of the earth. Poet laureate honours Queen Elizabeth II with new work, Floral Tribute 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. Search the forum using the power of Google, Lost my Dad recently and my son is hoping to do a reading at the memorial service at church. Brothers to the left of meSisters to the rightThats the way we ate dinnerEvery single night. Cricket Quotes - Funny, Inspirational and Motivational Here is a list of beautiful and comforting poems and verses for funerals and memorial services. Her Boilers with full head of steam.Cargo stowed and alley stored.Just waiting to get underway.When the last Hand comes aboard. Some folk can cheer up a cold dayWith just a few words or a glance.Others can make things seem betterIf you just give them half of a chance. Grampa anon A short poem about a caring, loving, and very dear grandfather.Granddad Fiona Bourke A poem letting our grandad know that we will never stop loving them.A Grumpy Old Man Tony Jennett An amusing poem discussing all the traits of a typical grumpy old man.Goodbye, Grandad Sarah Harrison A goodbye to a grandfather who gave so much to his descendants.A Poem For My Granddad Dennis Taylor A sweet poem from a grandchild to a beloved grandfather. 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! There it goes.On lifes track I am starting to run. Walt Whitman Whitmans answer to the meaning of life, central to the film Dead Poets Society. You loved the game, with all your heart,You chased the ball with might,You ran and kicked and passed and shot,With skill and speed and fight. Her fingers wind the wool aroundWithout her even thinkingAnd rows and rows of stitches showWithout her even blinking. When a job was finished his tools had to be clean, because he was the boss of a slap-happy working team. I am a double award-nominated Family and Funeral Celebrant covering the entire UK, and would be happy to help you commemorate in a meaningful and personal way. I chose a twinkling star in the sky at night ,To say a prayer for you to its bright light.Youre in Gods Heavens now and no longer in pain,In my thoughts, youll always remain. Not having a good fielder is bad luck. Remember Me. O Life! For where the old thick laurels grow, along the thin red wall,You will find the tool- and potting-sheds which are the heart of all;The cold-frames and the hot-houses, the dungpits and the tanks:The rollers, carts and drain-pipes, with the barrows and the planks. Her pitiless blue sky,When, sick at heart, around us we see the cattle die But then the grey clouds gather, and we can bless againThe drumming of an army, the steady soaking rain. We must dig in and get through to tea. Your love for coffee was a passion,A way to start each day anew.It gave you strength and courage,To do the things you had to do. Dont look to right or left at all,For that is how the mighty fall! I am never without it (anywhere. Having this knowledge makes the fire fighters,our heroesof the past, present and future. I had two Mothers two Mothers I claimTwo different people, yet with the same name.Two separate women, diverse by design,But I loved them both because they were mine.The first was the Mother who carried me here,Gave birth and nurtured and launched my career.She was the one whose features I bear,Complete with the facial expressions I wear.She gave me her love, which follows me yet,Along with the examples in life that she set.As I got older, she somehow younger grew,And wed laugh as just Mothers and daughters should do.But then came the time that her mind clouded so,And I sensed that the Mother I knew would soon go.So quickly she changed and turned into the other,A stranger who dressed in the clothes of my Mother.Oh, she looked the same, at least at arms length,But now she was the child and I was her strength.Wed come full circle, we women three,My Mother the first, the second and me.And if my own children should come to a day,When a new Mother comes and the old goes away,Id ask of them nothing that I didnt do.Love both of your Mothers as both have loved you. Donald Bradman quote: The game of cricket existed long Skylarking, Tales In Rhyme For The Youthful "Cricket Choir Grand Rapids Cricket Club, by Julia Ann Moore, Cricket, s : Wilson, George Francis :, Download Issa's Untidy Hut: Cricket Songs: Japanese Haiku, Tingling Catch: Cecil W Pierces 1894 Australian cricket. Weve travelled miles upon this earthWithout home behind the carThe fun and laughter we have sharedAs we travelled long and far. These will be suitable for memorial services as well as funeral readings. The following database of poems and readings is an ever-expanding list of verses useful for anyone planning a funeral ceremony for a loved one. Its not the model of your caror brand of clothes you wear.Its not some fancy, famous name,sewn in your underwear. Ring out the grief that saps the mindFor those that here we see no more;Ring out the feud of rich and poor,Ring in redress to all mankind. "At Lords" by Francis Thompson is pretty well-known (above wiki > cricket poetry > poems). Addiction Took Another Soul Natasha Henry A sombre poem reflecting on the harm that addiction can cause.Its Me Jacqueline A. Grieve A poem read on behalf of deceased addict, which asks their loved ones for forgiveness.My Son Marie Antoinette A poem written for a mother as a message to her son, who lost the fight against addiction.Pray, Dont Find Fault Rama Muthukrishnan A poem urging people not to judge those who go through hard times. That taketh all things under wing. Rugby, what a beautiful and passionate game Its not about money, fashion or fame. My mind has ways of taking mewhere I dont want to go.I know I know you name, you see;Just right now its hard for meto think of things I really knowand to know what really is,and what may not be so. So let us ride to help make others aware.That the roads that we ride are for all to share. A Fleeting Image Avi Fleischer A beautiful poem about life with several artistic metaphors.Go On With The Day Silvia Hartmann A poem urging those left behind to marvel at the beauty and art within life.Importance of Art Komal Jindal A poem highlighting the deceaseds artistic achievements.We Are All Painters Ola Radka A short verse arguing that everyone paints their life with beauty and emotion. One, Two, Three, Four Mark Gregory A poem ideal for the death of a former model and fashion designer.A Photo anon An intimate poem about the feelings that arise upon seeing a beautiful photo of a person. Not a day goes by, dadThat you dont cross our minds.Not all of you departedWhen you left our earth behind. And when this carpenter arrived in heavenhe was expected andimmediately he was put to work:for the Pearly Gateswere a bit looseand St. Peters deskhad a couple of drawers that stuck.And before longthe old master carpenterbegan to builda new thronefor God. A bonnet, a jacket, and bootees tooWill they need to be made in blue or in pink?Perhaps lemon is safe, she could do them there and thenInstead of having to guess or even to think. Sir Henry Newbolt's "Vitai Lampada" ("Play up! Her arms both glittered, her legs glistened, Her neck was a twinkle on display, She was a shiny beautiful colourful star, When she walked throughout the day. The earth provides the musicTo set your spirit freeYou only need to trust yourselfFly! There are 2 types of captains in World Cricket. Can you send cremation ashes in the post? 'Play up! play up!' | Poetry | The Guardian How could such blazing colour leave? 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.. But now you are gone,and with you the aromaof your favourite roast. The Funeral Bell Francis Duggan A sombre poem about the feelings that arise upon hearing a funeral bell.Ring Out, Wild Bells Alfred Lord Tennyson A wonderful piece about ringing out the bad and ringing in the good.Villanelle Of Bells Keith Douglas A lengthy but beautifully poetic piece about bells guiding our way in life. 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. 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. A keen Bridge player from ChardFound losing so terribly hardImagine how she feltWhen she saw shed been dealtThree jokers and a bridge scoring card? Life is fleeting,And now, like those tendrils of steam,I, too, must rise, and float awayTo some distant, better place. And you will see. Similar . If you want fame for yourself, go play an individual game. Tears water our growth." PDF A CRICKETER'S LAST BOUNDARY - Kelly Garrick Celebrants The batsman pensively departed. The referee needs no introductionOr whistle for a foul blowWhen God raises his eyebrowsNone argue with the penalty or throw. Poems for people from Yorkshire, or for those who loved and epitomised it during their life. 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? After the night, the morning, bidding all darkness cease, I gathered petals in my hand,I felt their velvet, soft and blandI saw the soft colours in my palmLooking not unlike some lucky charmI raised them to my lipsAnd whispered words for you aloneThen placed the petals upon your bed,And stood alone, this moment of dread,I turned and walked awayMy words, my love, are with you I pray. The sky became your deep blue seaThe clouds became your shoreAnd there, for all eternityYou sat with friends galore. play up! 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. With my lantern I decide not to go deeperas I stand at the doorwayfeeling much like a gatekeeperwishing it was forever that I could staybut now home is where I must make my way. Pension Multiplier - commuted of full pension value used. The position may, inthe eyes of some, appearto be a lowly one; but those who know thework which a firemanhas to do believehis is a noble calling.Our proudest momentis to save Lives.Under the impulseof such thoughtsthe nobility of theoccupation thrills usand stimulates us todeeds of daring,even ofsupreme sacrifice. Avaruus Ja Thtitiede. 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. 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. The race begins,as engines roar.They charge ahead,like a wild boar. 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. But you can find many more. Ah: badminton, tennis, andping-pong: obsessive,repetitive, & Kafkamight have invented tennis-scoring,Love equated with Zero, Fifteenpulled out of a surrealists head. 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!. 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. 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. For all of you that have fallen,There will be someone to continue your work ofcaring and heroism.You will truly be missed,and always remembered. I imagined you lifting your head, your arms,Loosening them, shedding skin and cells and boneTill you became all spirit, releasedInto the cairns, hills, the braes, barley,The sea lochs and the sea and at last,At least it seemed to me, you were free. And keep a song within your heart,give thanks that you can playFor the round is far too short and sweet,to let it slip away. She puts it to her lips with ease,just hurting deep inside.Tried to hide the pain away,to get that one last high.She sees the lights over head,one by one they pass,going down an empty hall,theyre trying to save her fast.She hears them say, oh no, weve failed,weve lost another one.This addiction took another soul,it started out with fun.Now her friends and family sit above her flower covered grave.She floats above and cries to herself,all I did was crave.Now theres a hand reaching for me.Its time to say goodbye.This disease just got one more.Promise me, dont cry. Dedicated To Our Fallen Heroes Katharine Blohm A poem written for the Clearview Volunteer Fire Department.Fallen Rick Hoffman Jr. A lament to a fallen firefighter who served his community proudly.Fallen Brother anon A poem dedicated to a firefighter called Chuck that is apt for any fire man or woman.The Firefighters Last Call William Robbins A poem about the final act of a brave firefighter.A Firefighters Last Words Michael Ashby A rousing call to appreciate the lifes work of a firefighter.Heroes Gone anon A poem filled with sadness and pride from a fallen firefighter to his colleagues.To Be A Fireman Edward F. Crocker A short poem about the how being a firefighter is a noble calling. Always with that memory of failure.Always with the possibility of more. The Cyclist Joyce Elliot A short poem that perfectly describes the atmosphere and internal sensations of a bike ride.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. The Boxer Ross Dix-Peek A poem telling the tale of a physicially worn-out boxer whose mind is still sharp and agile.I Am The Greatest Cassius Clay Muhammed Alis famous poem from the 1960s.Poem for a Boxer At Rest Gabrielle Tinti A poem originally in Italian about a boxer who has fought his last fight. I hold onto memories of you And cherish them with love God took you from this world So, you could be with Him in Heaven I lost you too soon But I will never forget you. I picture you in every placeAmong the trees and waters blueAnd every time it comes to mindIm grateful I had you. One, two, three, four,Heels click down on the catwalk floor.Five, six, seven, eight,Head held high and back dead straight. The water was hot and steaming,The tea was fresh and new.I took a sip, and closed my eyes,And all my worries flew. Some people say keeping a barIs the worst job on the EarthI know the truth; how wrong they areIf only they knew its worth! You know Ill always ride hereeven when my ridings doneIn the whisper of the pre-dawnor the final burst of sunAt the corners of transitionwhere the changes are obscuredI will ride and if you see meits because our love has endured. Ill never get to see your precious face;or whisper words to make you feel safeIll never get to hold you tightwhen you cant sleep at nightIll never get to sing to you a sweet lullaby,to calm you down when you cryIll never get to fall asleep with you in my arms,all bundled in a blanket to keep you warmIll never get to hear you laugh and giggleor see you little toes wiggleThere are many things I will never get to do,but the hardest is not being with you. Its everything you sacrificedand choices you made.Its all the problems that you solved,your lessons from mistakes. It knocks down the road toward the next wreckers yard,And it cant get far; whos driving this car? And although this pain is painful,And I really dont wanna let you go.Ill wait for death to take me Nan,So we can together one day glow. realize,when I dive into the sea,Im part of something greater yet. He held up a golden crown,as my darling mother looked on.He said in His gentle voice,I will now explain each one., The first gem, He said, is a Ruby,and its for endurance alone,for all the nights you waited upfor your children to come home., For all the nights by their bedside,you stayed till the fever went down.For nursing every little wound,I add this ruby to your crown., An emerald, Ill place by the ruby,for leading your child in the right way.For teaching them the lessons,That made them who they are today., For always being right there,through all lifes important events.I give you a sapphire stone,for the time and love you spent.. Triumphantly their bodies sing,Their eyes are blindWith music. Over'? Until that day Ill close my eyes,And see your smiling face.Ill lock you up inside me heart,Until we again embrace. "Mark Twain. The slapping of my leathersand raging winds on either side,drum a beat of sweet contentmentas I ride this, my last ride. 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. You radiate warmth like a blazing fire.You are courage and wisdom. The funeral bell is ringing, a reminder of our mortality,Farewelling a deceased soul, one day twill ring for me.Ringing in the stillness of this cool Autumn day,Across the rural city, in the morning damp and grey. 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). Below are the all-time best Rugby poems written by Poets on PoetrySoup. Thtitiede. He strived so hard from day to dayAnd never oft complained,With steady hands he worked so hardAnd kept the family name, Dad dwells amongst the angels now;He left us much too soon.He is now with mum, his wife again;From pain he is immune. Lets haste awayFrom the heart of the dayTo the woods refreshing shadeWhere the babbling brookIn some sheltered nookIs gurgling a-down the glade. Rabbits, hamsters, gerbils, and birdsDogs, and cats, and everything furredAn interest in creatures in others she stirredAnd through illness, she went on, undeterred. The Trout Brook by Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts. 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. A limb has fallen from the family tree.I keep hearing a voice that says,Grieve not for me.Remember the best times,the laughter, the song.The good life I livedwhile I was strong.Continue my heritage,Im counting on you.Keep smiling and surelythe sun will shine through.My mind is at ease,my soul is at rest.Remembering all,how I truly was blessed.Continue traditions,no matter how small.Go on with your life,dont worry about falls.I miss you all dearly,so keep up your chin.Until the day comeswere together again.. Bowling Ball Blues L.M. If so then this may be perfect. Do with us what you will,they faintly sigh, as you close the door on them.He is gone and no one can tell us where. But now as no seat is vacantYou will have to muddle throughMake sure you fulfil your ambitionsAs you know Ill be watching you. 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.