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. Poems for chefs, cooks, and those who simply enjoyed spending time in the kitchen cooking for their loved ones. 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.. Poems for Funerals and Memorial Services One does not leave a funeral in the same way that he has come. I sit right beside you when you are sadAnd you look through the photos of times that we hadI watch you sleeping, I hold you so tightBefore I go, I kiss you goodnight. Below are the all-time best Rugby poems written by Poets on PoetrySoup. Farewell, friends! Life gave you many challenges Too many to be fair I only wish in all those timesI could have been right there. give me the flavourof butterscotch and vanillawith a little chocolateplease and thank you. If I could fly like a birdmy face would touch thethe clouds while myfeathers hit the groundas the wind cools medown. Cry Havoc, and let slip the dogs of Chatham. Kazmierczak A light-hearted poem about trying (and often failing) to get a strike.The End Of The Alley Mark Gregory A poem filled with bowling terminology about what we hope for when we die.A Ten-Pin Bowlers Prayer anon An adaptation of the Lords Prayer, but for ten-pin-bowlers. To the pearly gates of Heaven, where they will usher you in. But then, like sunshine, here and goneYou left us in the mournful dark.The time we shared was full of warmthOur flame sustained us through the yearsAnd now it lights the path aheadBetween the silence and the tears. John Betjeman began his poem about Cheltenham with the following memory: I composed these lines as a summer wind Was blowing the elm leaves dry And we had seventy six for seven And they had CB Fry. Walk a while with me my friends, walk with me today,Come and see what I see, and listen to what I say,Yes I have dementia, and sometimes I get worse,Please be very grateful, that you dont have this curse,But are we all that different, the likes of you and me?We breathe the same; we feel the same, the same things we do seeThe only different my friends, I dont feel that well,When I cant remember, everything you tell,My heart beats just as quickly as yours, my blood runs just as fast,But because of my dementia, my shadow, it is cast,Its the shadow cast by others, that takes away my light,Turns my life to darkness, my pleasure to frightFor when you cast that shadow, and it comes my way,It drains me of my energy, makes me hide, or run away,Sometimes I do different things, my mind is not my own,But do YOU never talk to yourself, when you are alone?So am I all that different? It rang an alarm in the dead of the night An alarm that for years had been dumb;And we knew that his spirit was pluming for flight That his hour of departure had come.Still the clock kept the time, with a soft and muffled chimeAs we silently stood by his side;But it stopped short never to go again When the old man died. And we must play on. Poems for those who discovered a love of dance, either watching or participating, throughout their life. 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! All poems 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. I light a candle in loving memory of you:Its flame flickers like the spark you lit in me.The wax melts away like moments in timeTil we meet again.So shines a symbol of hopein a sorrow-filled world.The wicks warmth keeps the flame alightlike my faith within keeps me alive.Smoke spirals into the sky towards yousaying your name.The shimmering shine spreads peaceand parts the shadows.Its illuminating light lifts my soul to youand combines our consciousness.The flame of the candle may blow outbut the flame of our lovewill always burn in my heart. Popular funeral poems and readings. If I helped in a team, if I helped on my own,it was more than repaid by good family and friends I have known;and if I went the extra mile,I did it with pleasure it was all worthwhile. 30 Beautiful Funeral Poems To Read At A Memorial Service Of course, you could also write your own. In our hearts there is a placeThat only you can hold;Filled with loving memoriesMore precious than gold. And you will see. So as the sun sets on my life, a life that was well-lived,I hope that those Ive left behind remember well my gift,And though I have stopped searching, one thing I know is true:My endless love for fossils will never really be through. 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 for brothers, young and old, loyal and caring, reflecting the nuances of fraternal relationships. Maailmankaikkeus. Stretching my limbsChoreographing on a whimAlways aiming to be strongerTo hold my arabesque longer. Gods Garden D. W. McConway A slightly religious poem about God calling a tired person home.God Saw Him Getting Tired / God Saw Her Getting Tired Frances and Kathleen Coelho A poem similar to the above.I Am At Peace Jennifer Alderton A short poem urging mourners to remember a terminally ill person at their best. As Stevie Bloomer watches down. The little one we longed forWas swiftly here and gone.But the love that was then plantedIs a light that still shines on. The windows blurry, the odometers broke,The tires are bare; whos driving this car? And to those not with us or by our side, May God be your partner on your final ride. For you may findWhen you clear the hilly topThat the brakes of life may seizeAnd take you to a messy stop. The poet laureate, Simon Armitage, has released a poem to mark the death of Queen Elizabeth II. Fortifying The Spirits - Michael Ashby - A humorous poem . We mix the colours of sorrow and laughterAnd add the colours of experience and the years that passed.The souls we will always rememberAnd the moments we will never forget. Bury me in Lycra!So when I get to heavens gateSt. "Warm Summer Sun" by Walt Whitman. Death is Not the End The steps grew larger, the land less greatMy eyes more tired, my path less straightThe bells kept ringing, farther awayToo many to count, their sound now grey. The fences have all been mended. 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. Our memories build a special bridgeWhen loved ones have to partTo help us feel were with them stillAnd soothe a grieving heart.They span the years and warm our livesPreserving ties that bind;Our memories build a special bridgeAnd bring us peace of mind. 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. "A Meeting" by Edith Wharton. 21 Uplifting Funeral Poems to Remember Loved Ones - Memories I lie wrapped in a tapestry,Stitched with every memory,That we have shared together,Through calm and stormy weather,By each others side. It wasnt easy watching youOf that I wont denyAnd Im not ashamed to sayThat there were times I cried. Its every wish you ever had.Its all your dreams and hopes.Its all the books you ever read,the movies that youve seen. enter an oceanfeeling insignificant,overwhelmed by its enormity. 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. "You live longer once you realize that any time spent being unhappy is wasted." Love Is Like A Game Of Cards Titia Geertman A verse comparing card games to love and life. 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? He cannot help but be aware that such is the end of all life. 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! 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. Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,The flying cloud, the frosty light:The year is dying in the night;Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Which organisations allow you to scatter? The Beer Prayer - anon - A beer-infused version of the Lord's Prayer. So please bear with us, dear audienceAnd act your part as well:We salute a thespian titanWho had such a good life to tell. Sweetheart, I love youBut I cannot bind you to meI see the longing in your eyeswhile you are watching these mountainsthose sunsets. We would all sit at the tableEveryone in their placeThere were never any surprisesWe recognised every face. We will see him in the summer rainHe will ride upon the windAnd when our path is beaten downhis memory will pick us up again. I pray that if a batsmanLoops a ball into my lap,Ill pouch it without too much fuss,And get a well-earned clap. I am a martial artist. And if Im asked to bowl I prayThe ball leaves my hand true,So whether or not wickets comeIll know that theyre my due. 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. My hands are clenched around chrome barsthe engines rumble sounds so sweet.I twist the throttle with my palmand roar off down the street. I have always been a readerand I will always be oneeven when I am no longer heremy books will live oncarrying me in their heartsjust as I have carried themin mine. This is the end of serviceFor it and one you loveA subtle juxtapositionOf which is up above. The rain has blocked the doorAnd Aunt Bess continues to snore;What can we do that might be fun anew? 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. O Life! Full words to the inspiring Derby poem that's read before every Rams !Farewell to conventions I give up the fight.So I leave with few words but some that are true,Bridge is a game not for me but for you. Well see your smile in every rayOf sunshine after rainAnd hear the of echo of your laughterOver all the pain. And those tear-arse young drivers who must overtakeThen go at speeds lower than I want to make.No tail-gating for me, and I dont use my horn,But I heartily wish that theyd never been bornAnd I see Hades open to eat car or van;That did it, because Im a grumpy old man. Youve also got some sweeties.Isnt Nana kind?I may have stolen one or two,But I knew you wouldnt mind. The silence hung suspended:It was the last bowl of the day,And everything dependedOn our skipper yet to play.He gazed upon the verdant green His eyes were focused tightOn a sphere that could just be seen:The Kitty shining white. Bilbos Last Song J.R.R. I pray that once Ive donned my padsAnd walked out to the square,That none of my nicks find a palm,And that I score my share. They say the answer has five lettersbut I now have had enough;I found the answer in the back apparently its GRUFF! The Cyclist Joyce Elliot A short poem that perfectly describes the atmosphere and internal sensations of a bike ride.Oh! 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. Rejoice now in the knowledgeReturned to you this dayYouve always had the powerTo simply fly away. And I would want to lead just right,And to know that I was true.So walk a little slower, Daddy,For I must follow you. A Drinking Song - W. B. Yeats - a short verse pondering over the role of wine and love in life. Green sod above, Lie light, lie light. The music stops,And yet it echoes onIn sweet refrains;For every joy that passes,Something beautiful remains. Never will I be covered in tattoosMy legs and toes shall forever stay bruised.Ill never paint or carry a tuneForever and ever, Ill wear a tutu. Cricket, Lovely Cricket By Kwame Dawes Sometimes living in America is like living in a bubble. The LORD is my caddie; I shall not whiff.He maketh me to drive straight down green fairways:He leadeth me over the still waters.He restoreth my swing:He leadeth me in the paths of truthfulness for the games sake.Yea, though I pitch through the valley of the shadow of the woods,I will fear no bunkers: for thou art with me;Thy wedge and thy putter they comfort me.Thou preparest a line before me in the presence of mind hazards:Thou anointest my stroke with confidence;the cup will not be runneth over.Surely birdies and eagles shall follow me all the rounds of my life:and I will dwell in the clubhouse of the LORD for ever.
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