He was my North, my South, my East and West,My working week and my Sunday rest,My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. We will all miss your fashion and grace,But our memory of you will never be erased.Rest in peace, our dear lover of fashionForever will live your legacy and passion. 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. 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. Darts David E. Navarro A short verse about the trivial nature of darts compared to much of lifes pleasures.The Eight-Foot Mark Noel E. Williamson Some advice in rhyme about the game of darts and also life.Take It Easy Noel E. Williamson Some more advice from Williamson on darts and life. He wanted someone to hold usAnd show respect for others.He wanted someone whod be gentle,So he created mothers. You see, there is a shadow wherethere didnt used to be,and sometimes when I look right thereit just confuses me. I guess he wrote a lot more in a similar vein. The other equipment needed is a solid leather wrapped ball, a bat (one per batsman.) Uplifting and humorous poems for a humanist funeral This poem by Robert Burns describes a friend who is an honest man, a guide to youth and an informed human being. It's quite funny too. The topic Cricket themed reading for Dads funeral is closed to new replies. A piece of satire describing the performance of Team India in the T20 world cup 2022. 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! Poems for those who had a passion for stars, constellations, and the great beyond. Smooth road; never mind the few bumps; and air so fresh you could eat it in lumps. The sails are set,the wind is east, the moorings fret.Shadows long before me lie,beneath the ever-bending sky,but islands lie behind the Sunthat I shall raise ere all is done;lands there are to west of West,where night is quiet and sleep is rest. 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. Martial arts is so much more than just a fighting art:It strengthens one spiritually by connecting the soul and heart,Martial arts does more than strengthening the mind, body and soul,It teaches you discipline, lessons to keep emotions under control. 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. A Fantastic Football Fan Anthea Ballam A poem perfect for a huge fan of the beautiful game.The Footballers Prayer Paul Cookson An adaptation of the Lords Prayer, but football themed!The Goalie With Expanding Hands Paul Cookson A poem fitting most of all for an excellent goalkeeper.The Passing Of A Footballer Michael Ashby A poem comparing heaven to a football squad.You Loved The Game Mark Gregory A poem for someone who spent their career wowing fans on the pitch. Were not saying that you were mean,But your wallet, seldom seen,Youd complain and mutter on,And yet were sad that you are gone. One, two, three,Dont cry for me,Four, five, sixIve had my kicks. You tell the worn raincoat that if you talk about it,you will finally let grief out. And should you think of me,think of me dragon freeupon the endless plains,immersed in a new story,in deepest fascination playing,worlds of music, magic, art,just me,doing me things,and smiling. If I could be there with you, wed laugh and share memories from our past,And this gathering would be just one more tale, another story, not our last.But today I cant be with you, except in heart and memory stores.So, youll have to laugh, remember the past,and then let your engines roar! Poems for those who loved exploring the darkest depths of the oceans. Author Unknown; adapted from the original by Lord Byron. The stars glisten in the night skyShining like diamonds;The fire burns a hot blazing redWarming even the coldest of nights.Fireflies lighting the dark skyLike lanterns drifting in the night;The ooey gooey mallowsChocolate melting in your mouth.Belting campfire songsSerenading the animals into a blissful sleep;Reciting spooky stories of things that lurk in the darkKnowing no one will sleep tonight.The simplicity and beauty of the night;Making memories that last forever. Dismiss, Was your loved one a fan of the thwack of leather on willow? Nature would speak to usOur world would become onewith peace and understandingand a little bit of fun. You left withoutWarning.Gone so fast.Now all we haveAre memoriesOf our past. Brothers and sisters came next,With that, an instant friend.Someone to look up to,Someone on whom to depend. Teasing, rolling, need a little clip.Hairspray, blow dry, one more snip.Color, rinse, perm after perm.For a hairdresser, work-a-holic is our term. Were many in number but we ride as one, With the pavement beneath us and our face in the sun.With the wind at our backs and our gear all on, We ride in remembrance of those who have passed on. Theres a comedy book, Penguins Stop Play. Now I cant except this endingAnd as its time for me to leavePlease make haste to the receptionTo enjoy my drinks, theyre free! The Bird That Was Trapped Has Flown James Robertson Several metaphors for a physically disabled person set free.Caged Bird Maya Angelou A wonderfully poetic verse which is at times a difficult metaphor for disability.Not Quite Right E. B. See more ideas about grief quotes, grieving quotes, cowboy prayer. I have not lost the magic of long days,I live them, dream them stillStill I am a master of the starry ways,And freeman of the hills;Shattered my glass, ere half the sands had run.I hold the heights, I hold the heights, I won. Coast to coast across England in one day;A hundred miles in one trip. When a job was finished his tools had to be clean, because he was the boss of a slap-happy working team. Requiem by Robert Louis Stevenson This is a beautiful poem for dad's funeral. Cricket Poems - Modern Award-winning Cricket Poetry : All Poetry Each angel was a fishermanWho had traded his poleFor golden wings and a game planAt Heavens Fishing Hole. Bowling Ball Blues L.M. 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Time just keeps moving onMany years have come and goneBut I grow older without regretMy hopes are in what may come yet.On the farm I work each dayThis is where I wish to stayI watch the seeds each season sproutFrom the soil as the plants rise out.I study Nature and I learnTo know the earth and feel her turnI love her dearly and all the seasonsFor I have learned her secret reasons.All that will live is in the bosom of EarthShe is the loving mother of all birthBut all that lives must pass awayAnd go back again to her someday.My life too will pass from EarthBut do not grieve, I say, there will be other birthWhen my body is old and all spentAnd my soul to Heaven has went.Please compost and spread me on this plainSo my body Mother Earth can claimThat is where I wish to beThen Nature can nourish new life with me.So do not for me grieve and weepI did not leave, I only sleepI am with the soil here belowWhere I can nourish life of beauty and glow.Here I can help the falling rainGrow golden fields of ripening grainFrom here I can join the winds that blowAnd meet the softly falling snow.Here I can help the suns warming lightGrow food for birds of gliding flightI can be in the beautiful flowers of springAnd in every other lovely thing.So do not for me weep and cryI am here, I do not die. Now Grandmas gone to heaven,But her quilts will long remain,Their beauty and their warmth live on,A comforting, loving refrain. Main Menu. And when he died at just years,his brother comforted me,with, I expect God wants to put him right,but we missed him dreadfully. Now, you will never leave me,For I will always find youIn the beauty of life. It's a powerful memorial poem to celebrate someone who knew they were dying and lived life to its fullest up until their last breath. Cricket And Poetry: A History | All Out Cricket | Culture Special - Wisden 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. wc19 contest Brevity 30 words or less to the attached Mark Croucher painting Time f.. - Joanna Garrido, Profanity : Our optional filter replaced words with *** on this page , Today, Tomorrow, Long Ago and Years to Come. O Magic wheel of burnished steelHow part of myself thou art.As we roll alongMid the hurrying throngThat peoples the busy mart. A broad demographic, some salt of the earthWho with them they bring passion, character and worthThe owners, the trainers, the jockeys, the stridethe horses, the strappers, the dreams and the pride. They existed.We can be. MORE THYME! So dance beyond those golden gates,And join your loving mum.Ill see you when Im sleeping,And pray for you to come. The warriors spirit never diesIt lives on in every fightIn every motion, every strideIt shines with power and might. Non-religious funeral readings are a beautiful way to connect to grieving loved ones, giving you the ability to make a non-religious funeral personal and unique. Haiku for a Father. You played the game with all your soul,Giving everything to win,You pushed yourself to the brink and backTime and time again. The driver sees it differently, with their car becomes a part,Take the road together, hit the road, with a single beating heart,The turbos rising wail, and the exhausts muscled, subtle growl,To the drivers ear, an orchestra, theres music in that howl. To one who bears the sweetest nameand adds a luster to the same,who shares my joy, who cheers when sad,the greatest friend Ive ever had. If theyd only see the truth, In this masquerade of youth, A parents job would be one of far less stress, But they crave the grog and smokes, Hang around with the wrong blokes, And dont ever dare advise them how to dress. They fall on deaf ears, heart turned asideWaiting for someone, arms open wideI have become lost, my own mistakeI went far from them, no path to take. Here are some suggestions for anyone wishing to choose a moving poem or verse for their loved one's funeral. When yesterday we thought about tomorrow; The professional on TV at the moment are women, so that's a very welcome change at least. Here are 10 stirring funeral readings, poems, and quotes for any service that can encourage family and friends: 1. Maailmankaikkeus. Here is an excert from a letter to an American explaining all about Cricket. If Id met her in a cavein the darkwhere no light ever livedshe would still be the brightest thing Id ever seenfor it aways was the way she wasnever the way she lookedthat made her so beautiful to meand beautiful she wasthough I never let it blind mefor it was only when I closed my eyesand stood in that darkest cavethat she truly blinded mewith beauty. At the moment of birth, I held you closeI looked into those eyes I saw myself, I saw your soulA bond that never dies. 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. Yet how he laughed and won our love,though some showed a stunned surprise.Turning away, afraid to lookor even meet eyes. And the bar stayed open all day. But then that week I held her handAnd it slipped away one last timeAnd now theyre in a better placeThose hands that once held mine. We light this candle that your light may always shineWith the love that you gave to us all. She is sitting in an armchair,the kind that envelops youwhen you sink into it,lost in a bookthat is taking her someplacefar from this room,someplace beyond the reachof the late afternoon sunthat is streaming through the window,beyond the reach of this houseand the row of houses next to it,beyond the streets and the townsand the fields that surround them. Theres food down my shirt-front and some in my beardCos I eat off my knee and I dont think its weird;When I lounge in my armchair while watching the tellyAnd my food drips unheeded all over my bellyIts a trait of the aged from here to Japan;A perk just for being a grumpy old man. Your angels share is there to be asked forOf the malt whisky escaped from oak casksYou can savour a peaty Macallan 46For a drink that will forever last. 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. This is the legend of Cassius Clay,The most beautiful fighter in the world today.He talks a great deal, and brags indeedyOf a muscular punch thats incredibly speedy.This brash young boxer is something to seeAnd the heavyweight championship is his destiny. Without any doubt or fearmy favourite drink is surely beer,anything from pale, to brown alein fact any beer thats on sale,never halves, only pints or largerstout, bitter, smooth or golden lager,wonderful taste of malt and hopsproduced from ripe natural crops,must be drunk cold never warmdrinking good beer will do no harm,beer surely doesnt cause a beer bellydrink too much makes you very silly,you can keep your spirits and winea good pint of beer to me is just fine,beer is drunk north, south, east and westevery country thinks their beers the best. A Long Cup Of Tea Michael Ashby A humorous poem about not dying, but going for a long cuppa instead.A Moment Of Tranquility Mark Gregory A poem about the inner peace found when enjoying a cup of tea.Tendrils Of Steam Mark Gregory A thoughtful poem equating the rising steam from a teacup to the spirit of life. Friend and kin,I loved them so;Although Im gone,Im sure they know. Bury Me In Lycra! Are you more alive?Cause here on earth it feels likeEverything good is missing since you leftAnd here on earth everythings differentTheres an emptiness. When you decide to call me LordIn Your special way,Could there be a team one player shortWho might ask me to play? by only me is your doing, my darling) I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant. From stretcher to oar with drive and draw,He speeds the boat along.All whalebone and steel and a willowy feel,That is the oarsmans song. We think of you as yesterday,When you were fit and well.And when were asked about you,Its those things that well tell. A mile of gleaming metal linesThe circle and the park;Out of saddles, boots hit brickAnd make for chapels heart. We shared ourBirthdaySince I was five.My wish now will beTo have you back healthyAnd alive. My little girl has gone,but to her little boy I will continue to sing our song. Poems for those people who enjoyed collecting fossils, or, indeed, were amateur or professional palaeontologists. Dont curse me, for I have done you no wrong.I only want the acceptance I have needed for so long. Do not ask me to remember,Dont try to make me understand,Let me rest and know youre with me,Kiss my cheek and hold my hand. 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. And when she passedHer earringsWere the only adornmentShe neededTo shineIn the next world. "And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. A good eye and a perfect stance. I here profess my strong beliefIn my revealed Lord;Ive found Him in the rocky leaf,And his inspired word. I can still hear you calling my name,then reality sets in and Im reminded my life will never be the same. This suffering flesh, The memories so dear and true,those memories of me and you. One, two, three, four,Heels click down on the catwalk floor.Five, six, seven, eight,Head held high and back dead straight. Aroma of Yorks chocolate ten miles away, bread-baking and brewing downwind of Carlislemake me ready for dinner. And now that man has left this life,No longer parted from his wifeMemories are all that we have leftOf that man who was the best. Poems for those who enjoyed the tranquillity and competition of Crown Green Bowls. If you can scan the skies in dreary weather,And do not feel downhearted when you say,Its dark now, and I havent got a feather,Yet you know that there are several on the day.If you can spare a handful for a stray one,And room at night to rest its weary frame.Count not the cost of what it eats, begrudge none,But hope someone will treat yours just the same. cricket poems for funerals. Click on the title to continue reading, or browse a larger collection of funeral verses, including non-religious funeral poems and short verses. It may not display this or other websites correctly. We must dig in and get through to tea. Given that Mr Ashley has a tight hold on the purse strings the future looks grim. As I Look Up To The Skies Above anon A sorrowful poem about how the world is a shade darker after losing someone.Requiem Robert Louis Stevenson A beautiful poem about acceptance, and being laid to rest under the night sky.The Sombre Astronomer Michael Humphries A short poem of longing to be with our lost loved ones again.There Is A New Star Shining In The Sky Tonight Sarah Hartwell Some prose reflecting upon the stars in the night sky. Then at the very endWhen they were on their kneesYou still walked tallAnd like your matesYou claimed to take it allThe penalty and the strike,your wayThe win that set your heart aflameThe game, the pitch, the offside ruleThe love that took your heartYour final match at home your ball. The last time he cut his mothers hairthe rude morning sunleft no corner of her kitchen private,the light surgically cleanwhere it fell on his scissors.Her hair fell in a blonde circleon the lake blue tilesmell of coffeeand cinnamon; her laughingshook her head, Hold still, he said,his hands surfeit with the curland softness of her hair. And all the while Im pouring drinksFor all my treasured punters:Lawyers, doctors, teachers, shrinks,Accountants and headhunters. Mother, you were just a girl, So many years ago. Oh, on his toe the table is turning, the broomsBalancing up on his nose, and the plate whirlsOn the tip of the broom! Poems for those who shared a passion for literature, or who worked in a literary setting during their life. Did you know when you posed for that photoThat it would represent my sincerest dreams?Did you know, posing, letting yourself goThat you would represent all of loves themes? Haiku I wrote whilst out at some live jazz back in October, when it was warm enough for crickets. O you are not lying in the wet clay,For it is harvest evening now and weAre piling up the ricks against the moonlightAnd you smile up at us eternally. The free bird thinks of another breezeand the trade winds soft through the sighing treesand the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawnand he names the sky his own. If someone had to describe you, so many words come to mind.Beauty and grace, a heart so kind. Wheeling through the beautiful countrysideFar from the citys commotionAlone, just me, my bike, my thoughtsThe joy of quiet motion. Love is like a game of cards,you win, you pass, you lose.Life is like a poker game,depends which bluff you choose. Where the Oriole swellsHis throat as he tellsOf his flight through ethereal spaceAnd his music flowsWhile the earths reposeIs deeper because of his grace. Sweetheart, I love youBut I cannot bind you to meI see the longing in your eyeswhile you are watching these mountainsthose sunsets. The Fisher by Ruby Archer. Funeral Poems about Flying Free or Letting Go The White Chariot During your journey on your final flight home. You left us beautiful memories,Your love is still our guideAnd though we cannot see you,You are always by our side. 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. 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. So when you talk of family lifeOr how it used to beThough many had more moneyNone were as rich as me. Jack the cricket was sneaking around in the dell. Poems for those who had a love for the beach, seashore, sand, and tides. Dont Quit John Greenleaf Whittier An inspirational poem urging those listening not to give up when times are hard.Olympic Games Ken Budden A acrostic poem reflecting on the hard work required to win a medal for your country.Olympic Race Victoria Seale-Constantinou A poem comparing life to an Olympic race, and reflecting upon its end.To An Athlete Dying Young A. E. Houseman A poem reflecting upon the premature death of a sportsman. Never walk behind the bowler's arm - Yorkshire Bylines But the greatest of the treasuresThat old apron could ever holdWas the endless love from MotherAbiding in each fold. In life, they loved their family, With a love that knew no bounds, Their heart was filled with joy and pride, When their loved ones were around. I can talk as we rollAnd I know that a soulMust lurk in thy wonderful frameA spiritual essenceSome far hidden presenceSome genius of magical fame. The sadness of the present daysIs locked and set in time.And moving to the futureIs a slow and painful climb. He cannot help but have death on his mind. Your labor is done, your home now is heaven; no more must you wait,Your legacy lives on, your love of the land, and we will close the gate. Tiny Angel shook his head,These things I do not knowBut I do know that you love me,And that I love you so., This was a life that had hardly begunNo time to find your place in the SunNo time to do all you could have doneBut we loved you enough for a lifetimeNo time to enjoy the world and its wealthNo time to take life down off the shelfNo time to sing the songs of yourselfThough you had enough love for a lifetime. We rubbed our chins and scratched our heads just what did it mean?Try menacing, or angry,or something in between? A Boy And His Dad Edgar Guest A beautiful poem ideal for a son to read at his fathers funeral.The Fishermans Prayer anon A slightly humorous adaptation of the Lords Prayer for a fisherman.Fish Tales anon A short, slightly religious poem about the lasting memory a family will have of their lost loved one.Gone Fishin Delmar Pepper A poem about accepting lifes end as simply going fishing for longer than usual.Heavens Fishing Hole anon A beautiful, slightly religious poem describing the deceased new fishing place. The Moment You Left Dad, the moment you left me My world came crashing down My memories of you remain with me But it doesn't feel right to not have you around She wore her earringsLike a queenWith regal graceAnd a silent dignityThat only a womanWho knows who she isCan possess.