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Well see your smile in every rayOf sunshine after rainAnd hear the of echo of your laughterOver all the pain. One, two, three, four,Much older now, death is at my door,Five, six, seven, eight,Even I cant escape my fate. At the moment of birth, I held you closeI looked into those eyes I saw myself, I saw your soulA bond that never dies. He firmly held his bowl in handHis eyes they were unblinking;None could tell what he had plannedOr just what he was thinking.Then slowly down his body wentHis bowl arm was at the readyTo neither side his torso leantHe was so sure and steady. And now that youre not here, GranddadIll give double hugs to Nan.Goodnight, God bless you, Granddad,From your loving little man. This simple cup of tea,Is a reminder of all that is fleeting,All that is beautiful and transient,In this world of ours. How could such blazing colour leave? Ineffective? Would you volunteer to be Captain, Lord?To ensure there is fair play?For if you draw the cards, and measure,I hope to play for you someday. I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,And the wheels kick and the winds song and the white sails shaking,And a grey mist on the seas face and a grey dawn breaking. When I speak your name,It still brings music to my ears,And I can still see your smileAs if heaven is so near. The world needs you.Believe me, its true!Some things need doingThat only you can do. So I praise this car and its wobbly ride And Im gosh darn grateful that Im still inside. Friends and family pay respectsTo biker and his mate;Praises made and prayers raised,Blues legends resonate. I discovered you tuckedAway in the shadow of the trees.Then rediscovered you on the smiles of the flowersAs the sun penetrated the petals;In the rhythm of the leavesFalling in the garden;In the freedom of birdsAs they fly searching as you do. William Shakespeare. The earth was made so sweet,The sky so fair,For man to cultivateAnd love and wear.But we, alas! Poems about trains, perfect for those who loved everything locomotive. I do not think of you lying in the wet clayOf a Monaghan graveyard; I seeYou walking down a lane among the poplarsOn your way to the station, or happily. When you decide to call me LordIn Your special way,Could there be a team one player shortWho might ask me to play? MORE THYME! One day youll take your journeyOn the train just like meAnd I promise that Ill be thereAt the station and you will see: That life is just a journeyEnriched by those you meetNo-one can take that from youIts always yours to keep. Knit one purl one, knit one purl oneThe band was almost doneThe soft sound of the needles clickety clackFinish one row, turn around and go back. Heaven has received another angel,The night sky another star.Your life has become a loving memory.I know you will never be far. Unknown - Navjot Sidhu 8 0 Add a comment The worlds a little quieter nowThe colours have lost their hueThe birds are singing softlyAnd our hearts are missing you. There are 2 types of captains in World Cricket. 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. 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. For you were one of lifes true best,A little mean, but oh the rest,Your heart bigger than all weve known,A personality of your own. The only reason these days,that I ever get down on one knee,Is to view the World the way,that only a Bowler gets to see,Upon that velvet turf,looking down along the level green,Studying the Kittys spread,and where the Jack is on the scene.Will my final bowl be cunning,or just drive to win the end?I know Ill find theres Bowls in Heaven,so worry not my friend. Where was I?Whats my time? For a second you were flyingLike you always wanted toNow youll fly foreverIn skies of azure blue. Do not standatmy grave and weep,I am not there, I do not sleep.I amathousand winds that blow;I am the diamond glintson thesnow.I am the sunlight on ripened grain;I am the gentleautumnsrain.Whenyouawaken in themornings hush,I am the swiftupliftingrushOf quiet birds incircledflight.I am thesoft star that shines atnight.Do not standatmy grave and cry.I am not there; I did not die. Edged and taken. 65 p Addeddate 2007-05-31 17:58:40 Bookplateleaf 4 Call number SRLF:LAGE-3653666 Camera 5D M. K. Paul A verse asking the question of what exactly a fathers role is in life. A flame of great power starts within ones heart and soul and mind,That pushes every man to a breaking point so that improvement he will find,Martial arts is more than the art of combat or disarming a gun or knife,Martial arts is food for the mind body and soul, martial arts is a way of life! Board Games Lou Szymkow An atmospheric poem detailing the memories we all have of family board gaming days.A Game Of Life Frank Preston Stearns A old-fashioned yet moving sonnet comparing chess to life. "Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep" by Mary Frye. Totally fictional, totally far fetched, and totally brilliant. Crickets Demi, Gods And Villains, by Rajnish Manga A Cricket Sang Good Luck, by Sandra Fowler, Hunter. 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? Poems for those who had a passion for butterfly collecting and breeding, or just enjoyed watching them flutter by. The Candle anon A simple poem equating a candle to a guiding light that will help us reunite with our loved ones. 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. To the pearly gates of Heaven, where they will usher you in. There are those who prefer the shorter throwAnd those who prefer the long,And it hardly matters from where you aimIf your darts are going wrong! Our family chain is brokenAnd nothing seems the sameBut as God calls us one by oneThe chain will link again. This cord does its work right from the startit binds us together attached to my heartI know that its there though no one can seethe invisible cord from my child to me. The seats are saggy from long time use,The rear-views broken; whos driving this car? Poems for those who enjoyed the art of bell ringing, or who simply enjoyed the sound of church bells. I . How lucky I was,How blessed Ive been,You were more than my Aunt,You were also my friend. When things go wrong as they sometimes willWhen the road youre running seems all uphillWhen the funds are low, and the debts are highAnd youre trying to smile but you have no sighWhen cares are pressing you down a bit,Rest if you must,But dont you quit. They are not the same. In this lonely place, beside a spring,I brew my tea and dream.The green leaves dance and whisper secretsIn the quiet afternoon sun. In the end,only one gets to brag.The first to kiss,the checkered flag. It serves as a mark of respect to all who played in 2010 and as a memorial to the unknown village side, especially to those who may knowingly or unknowingly . "A Meeting" by Edith Wharton. 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. I imagine you dancingSkipping among the cloudsHappily singing with the angelsLooking down upon the crowds. Poems for those who loved exploring the darkest depths of the oceans. Foster A poem for a child born with a disability who is lost to the world too soon. And all the while Im pouring drinksFor all my treasured punters:Lawyers, doctors, teachers, shrinks,Accountants and headhunters. Aunts have no wands or wings,So they work with wisdom, love, and things.Having taken on this role,You loved me right down to my soul. Rabbits, hamsters, gerbils, and birdsDogs, and cats, and everything furredAn interest in creatures in others she stirredAnd through illness, she went on, undeterred. Poems for those who suffered from terminal illness in their final years. I pray that if a batsmanLoops a ball into my lap,Ill pouch it without too much fuss,And get a well-earned clap. write me in historymove over King Tutyou aint got nothingon the legitimate King! On a warm summers eveningOn a train bound for nowhereI met up with the gamblerWe were both too tired to sleepSo we took turns a-starinOut the window at the darknessThe boredom overtook usAnd he began to speak. Poems for those who loved games like bridge, canasta, poker, and various other card-based activities. realize,when I dive into the sea,Im part of something greater yet. 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. When great trees fall,rocks on distant hills shudder,lions hunker downin tall grasses,and even elephantslumber after safety. The little one we longed forWas swiftly here and gone.But the love that was then plantedIs a light that still shines on. I get to know them, one and all;Some come in every night!All shapes and sizes, big and small:I make sure theyre alright. I Will Dance With You Again Mike Miller A beautiful poem spoken in the knowledge of seeing our loved ones again.The Tea Dance Beryl Edmonds A poem about the struggles of moving on after losing your dance partner.They Who Dance Marjorie Allen Seiffert A poem about admiration for those whose bodies sing triumphantly. Her expertise is such thatI just really cant compare it,But best of all is when shes done,Then I will get to wear it! When the long, dark night is overAnd heaven begins its reignI promise you my darlingI will see you again. There it goes.On lifes track I am starting to run. I always begin With the first clue across, Continuing on Until Im at a loss. My joy increased, I felt you growas weeks went quickly by Then one blessed day, I felt you moveA tiny butterfly. My pencil is ready; The boxes are bare. I don't mind dying But I want my funeral to be fine: A row of long tall mammas Fainting, Fanning and crying - Langston Hughes. Grandmas Apron Tina Trivett A lovely, reflective piece about the many things a grandmothers apron has seen.MORE THYME! Some of the verses have been written by me; others have been used in my ceremonies; yet more are simply verses that I like, and believe can be useful in certain scenarios. Go on with the day,go on with the night,enjoy the richeslife has to offer. I have always been a readera devourer of printI have loved the musty smell of librariesthe heft of a book in my handthe sound of pages turningthe sight of words under a flashlightin the dark. Wtf Fun Facts. You had your loves and had your dreams, You watched us come and go. Where houses stand and turf once lay. You explain death to the clothes like that dream.You tell them how much you miss the spouseand how much you miss the pet with its little winter sweater. 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. Core of my heart, my country! My memories are what I have left,and a lesson I will not forget. He knew that you were suffering,He knew you were in pain;He knew that you would neverGet well on earth again. 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. A hobby, a pastime, a talent, a pleasureSome things to be worn and others to treasureHer needles now silent, not a sound they will makeBut a lesson she taught us, to give more than you take. No more a watch to stand, Old Sailor.For you are drifting on an ebbing tide.Eight Bells has rung. Bury me in Lycra!So when I get to heavens gateSt. 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. 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. Given that Mr Ashley has a tight hold on the purse strings the future looks grim. You left this life so quicklyand I am left to mourn Yet precious memories fill my heartsince the day that you were born. One more day to hold your handand to watch you live your life as you planned. You raised a fine family, worked the land well and always followed the Son,Hang up your shovel inside of the barn; your work here on earth is done. 3. Cricket, Lovely Cricket By Kwame Dawes Sometimes living in America is like living in a bubble. So go, my loveClimb that mountain in the sunsetI will watch you with a smileand eternal lovein my heart. But then, your spirit came to restWhere angels chose to roamAnd once equipped with ten-pound testYou made yourself at home. The warriors spirit never diesIt lives on in every fightIn every motion, every strideIt shines with power and might. and whatever a sun will always sing is you. The ball swung, swerved and darted, I do not despair If a few I cant solve But begin on the down clues With extra resolve. Villanelle Of Spring BellsBells in the town alight with springconverse, with a concordance of new airsmake clear the fresh and ancient sound they sing. It made me laugh, it made me cry.Im unable to explain Ive never known such happinessI did not foresee the pain. You light up a room when you walk in.If someone feels sad, you can make them grin. The poet laureate, Simon Armitage, has released a poem to mark the death of Queen Elizabeth II. The transfer window never closesAs new players arrive all the timeTheres always a top team to play onAs for the kit, I just wish Id brought mine. Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die.I have kissed young love on the lips, I have heard her song to the end.I have struck my hand like a seal in the loyal hand of a friend.I have known the peace of heaven, the comfort of work done well.I have longed for death in the darkness and risen alive out of hell. You are using an out of date browser. Hey, you guys, dont feel guilty,It was just my time to go.I can see youre all feeling sad,I can see the tears still flow. Always with that memory of failure.Always with the possibility of more. For everything we do,there is a dance to get us through.For every day,we dance our life away. The Lego builder, with skill and care,Constructed worlds, beyond compare,With towers tall, and cities fair:A legacy, to last and share. 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In watching its pendulum swing to and fro,Many hours had he spent while a boy;And in childhood and manhood the clock seemed to knowAnd to share both his grief and his joy,For it struck 24 when he entered at the doorWith a blooming and beautiful bride;But it stopped short never to go again When the old man died. This isnt how it was supposed to be!The world carries on like nothing has happened, but not me. give me the flavourof butterscotch and vanillawith a little chocolateplease and thank you. There are candles in the night,flickering souls fighting back the dark:these are the angels of the abyss,holding back the blackness that consumes us. Cricket Poems - Modern Award-winning Cricket Poetry : All Poetry Poems / Cricket Poems - The best poetry on the web anolderambler Follow Nov '22 Cricket T20 sun-soaked, in a blaze of glory bowlers marauding torn grass blades ball-ridden lost amidst an everlong green morning Do not lose your patience with me,Do not scold or curse or cry.I cant help the way Im acting,Cant be different, though I try. Poems for those who loved building and rebuilding marvellous creations with those famous little bricks. Angel Wings anon A beautiful poem about the deep bond a parent forms with a child even when they die young.Asleep Wendy Sisson A short but impactful poem comparing an infants death to a peaceful sleep.A Butterfly Lights Beside Us anon A touching short verse comparing the loss of a child to a butterfly passing by.The Cord anon A beautiful poem about a mothers love for their deceased child being an unbreakable, invisible cord.Dear Child In Heaven anon A poem with a religious sentiment finding comfort in the knowledge of a child in heaven.Fingerprints Tom Krause A poem reflection upon the huge impact a child can have on our lives and our hearts.Little Snowdrop anon A poem to reflect the immense grief a parent might feel when they lose their child.Love In Every Tear anon A poem about the child we had, but never had, yet we will have forever.Never K. Fugleberg A poem lamenting all the things a parent will never get to do with their child.Parenthood Graeme Cook An amusing and thought-provoking poem about the joys and toils of parenting.These Are My Footprints anon A poem that urges us to see the remnants of a lost child in the world around us.Tiny Angel anon A poem reflecting upon the question of why? we had to lose a child at such a young age.Too Soon Mary Yarnall A poem about loving a child enough for a lifetime, even though they were taken too soon.When I Speak Martin Nelson A poem about the positive memories one still has after a childs death. This third rose represents your memory.For the times we laughed,The times we cried,The times we were angry with each other,The silly things you did,The caring and joy you gave us. For though from out our bourn of Time and PlaceThe flood may bear me far,I hope to see my Pilot face to faceWhen I have crossed the bar. Ive got the bowling ball blues.I gotta mark one more time.I cannot let my team lose.I finally found a good line.Come on now, roll like thunder,Drop those pins asunder:Cure my bowling ball blues. He never looks for praisesHes never one to boastHe just goes on quietly workingFor those he loves the most.His dreams are seldom spokenHis wants are very fewAnd most of the time his worriesWill go unspoken too.Hes there A firm foundationThrough all our storms of lifeA sturdy hand to hold toIn times of stress and strife.A true friend we can turn toWhen times are good or badOne of our greatest blessings,The man that we call Dad.