Tell me, what does it look like in heaven?Is it peaceful? When I am gone, release me, let me go.I have so many things to see and do,You mustnt tie yourself to me with too many tears,But be thankful we had so many good years.I gave you my love, and you can only guessHow much youve given me in happiness.I thank you for the love that you have shown,But now it is time I travelled on alone.So grieve for me a while, if grieve you mustThen let your grief be comforted by trustThat it is only for a while that we must part,So treasure the memories within your heart.I wont be far away for life goes on.And if you need me, call and I will come.Though you cant see or touch me, I will be nearAnd if you listen with your heart, youll hearAll my love around you soft and clearAnd then, when you come this way alone,Ill greet you with a smile and a Welcome Home. All Internet links/videos/pictures in here ONLY, Optical equipment repair and refurbishment as a hobby. Card & Paper Stock Finished size is A5 (A4 folded in half) and it is printed on 350gsm silk. For each flag sitting foldedFor all the world to seeA soldiers spirit is soaringOer a nation that is free. They are not the same. In life, he found his greatest joyIn this game of queens and kings,Now, as he rests beneath the soil,We remember all of his wins. I thought I saw her face todayIn the sparkle of the morning sun.And then I heard the angel say,Her work on earth is done., I thought I heard her voice todayThen laugh her hearty laugh.And then I heard the angel say,Theres peace, little one, at last., I thought I felt her touch todayIn the breeze that rustled by.And then I heard the angel say,The spirit never dies., I thought that she had left meFor the stars so far above.And then I heard the angel say,She left you with her love., I thought that I would miss herAnd never find my way.And then I heard the angel say,Shes with you every day.. E ven in my darkest hours, you were always there for me. All is lost in due time. 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. William Shakespeare. I know I caused you sadness,I know caused you pain,But I was captured by these demons,They wouldnt set me free again. (For darts is not a game of chance!). Just talk amongst yourself my friends,And share a toast or two.For I am sure you will remember wellHow I loved to drink with you. We will miss each other for awhile,But you will come and bring your smile.That wont be long you will see,Till were together you and me. I may not even be who you think I am,or even who you want me to be.You wish for me to be more like you,Why cant you be more like me? They took away my freedom,They took away my choice,And when they got their hooks in,You could hear it in my voice. Candles In The Night Peter Madden A poem about light fighting against darkness.Five Candles Sherry L. Williams A poem that can be used during a candle-lighting ritual to remember the deceased.I Light A Candle For You anon A poem in free verse about the symbolism of a candle and what it can represent.I Still Burn Bright anon A short verse reminding us that the flame of our loved ones burns bright, even after death. Im now at peace,Life battles done,Ive faced the foeAnd I have won. 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. and cricket pads. Ah: badminton, tennis, andping-pong: obsessive,repetitive, & Kafkamight have invented tennis-scoring,Love equated with Zero, Fifteenpulled out of a surrealists head. But as the end of his life grew near,He lay on his bed with no fear:For he knew in his heartFlags will never departFrom this world they will fly loud and clear. I cannot say. Dismiss, Was your loved one a fan of the thwack of leather on willow? 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? A Poem for Mother. Stepping into his workshop to start the day,Different pieces of wood laid in array,The scent of cedar filling the air,A piece of furniture he works to prepare,Handcrafted with love and the finest precision,A work came to life with what he could envision,Measuring the wood for the perfect size,Tape measure at hand from his supplies,Reaching for a saw lying on a shelf,He whistles a familiar tune to himself,Cutting the wood with the utmost care,A type of craftsmanship no other can compare,Skilled at working with his hands,He strives to use them for all of lifes demands,Hands that could craft his hearts desires,Creating a lifetime of work to be forever admired,The ability to turn something simple into grand,The only tools he needed were his left and right hand,Each piece of work embodies his spirit and love,A talent he was blessed with from the Lord above,The carpenter lives on through his creations,His heart the framework to all his foundations, Why, Oh why, didnt I build my own coffin?Now that the chips are downThen I wouldnt have a splinter in my bumWith me unable to protest in sound, My lifes jigsaw is dovetailed awayAnd its my turn now to walk the plankBut my coffin maker also made the boatAnd fortunately for me, it sank, Ashes to ashes, sawdust to sawdustMy preservative has whittled awayFarewell to the woods, farewell to the treesA master craftsman now lies at ease. Poems for those who enjoyed a bout in the ring, or who enjoyed taking in a big fight. There were some lovely lines in the eulogy for Phillip Hughes. One more day to hold your handand to watch you live your life as you planned. Karate is not just a fight,But a path to a better self,A journey through the darkest night,To a place of health and wealth. Your ship is anchored in Gods Harbour.And your ship mates, now of equal rank.Are mustered on the deck to greet.And Pipe as you ascend the Plank. Invented one day by a guy named Webb How do go "I have a. anon A poem wondering whether one has done productive or destructive deeds in life. Is it free like they say?Does the sunshine bright forever?Have your fears and your pain gone away?Cause here on earth it feels likeEverything good is missing since you leftAnd here on earth everythings differentTheres an emptiness. There . 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. We didnt eat in front of the TVOr with a phone in our handWe werent plugged into a stereobopping to the latest band. I do not want these words to make you cry.I do not want to ever say goodbye. 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 water can be healing It always was for me Just take time to rememberAnd I think that you will see. But that apron had more usesThan I could ever count.It brought in eggs and vegetablesAnd could hold a large amount. Fossils Peter Cullen A thought-provoking poem perhaps equating physical fossils to memories of the dead.Old Bones and Stones Mark Gregory A first-person poem about a passion for fossils and an acceptance of death.A Story Of The Past Charles Sternberg The first four stanzas of Sternbergs poem about finding God in fossil-hunting. 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.. The bird that was trapped has flownThe sky that was grey is blueThe bone that was dead has grownThe dream that was dreamed is true, The door that was locked has swung wideThe prisoner has been set freeThe lips that were sealed have criedThe eye that was blind can see, The tree that was bare is greenThe room that was dull is brightThe sheet that was soiled is cleanThe dawn that was dark is light, The road that was blocked has no endThe unknown journey is knownThe heart that is hurt will mendThe bird that was trapped has flown. I have included poems for mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, husbands, wives and children. Copyright 2023 Scattering Ashes or original authors | Powered by. Years were not easy, many downright hard, but your faith in God transcended,Put away your tools and sleep in peace. I know how much it hurt your soulWhen we had to say goodbyeBut Im not gone, Im always hereI am your butterfly. Uncle And Friend Michaella A. Molinski A poem for an uncle who was also considered a friend. The trials and tribulationsThe pain and stress we breatheDont exist where I am goingOnly happiness, I believe. Today, the road all runners come,Shoulder-high we bring you home,And set you at your threshold down,Townsman of a stiller town. Gymnasts (Sonnet #52) Paul Rowley A beautiful sonnet about the fine line between success and failure.Her Chosen Way Mark Gregory A rhyming poem about the beauty and skill of a female gymnast.The Way He Moved Mark Gregory A poem in free verse about the graceful movements of a gymnast. Not a day goes by, dadThat you dont cross our minds.Not all of you departedWhen you left our earth behind. It took you as my mother,A girl you did become.Searching for the answersAnd looking for your mum. 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. 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. Turned out from my hipsNo words coming from my lipsI dance sweetly to the soundOoh ballet, to you, I am bound. You know Ill try to hold youeven when my arms cant graspJust to try to bring you comfortwhen your voice lets out a gaspThe feelings that we share herewill transcend just what we seeAnd my horse will still be waitingright beneath our favourite tree. This world of rayAnd shark, of fish and whale, of wonderful creaturesOf strange colours, shapes, and featuresLies beneath the foam and waves of the sea.Ancient reefs call to meTo come and share in their beauty,To bathe in their serenity.This deep blue world of perfectionMassages my soul, and relieves the tensionOf living on the noisy land,For here no noise disturbs the sandOr coral or walls or caves,Nor are they disturbed by wavesWhich crash around the land worlds rim.This deep blue world remains calm in dimSubdued light filtered and made gentle by the depths.I feel a part, but am only a guestIn this undersea EdenFrom which I must depart for a season,Left to remember, and to anticipate the dayWhen I may return. Smooth road; never mind the few bumps; and air so fresh you could eat it in lumps. I imagine you dancingSkipping among the cloudsHappily singing with the angelsLooking down upon the crowds. Its every wish you ever had.Its all your dreams and hopes.Its all the books you ever read,the movies that youve seen. His bricks though were not just forged in fire,His family were his foundation and his desireThe mortar was his love, his caring, his skillHe loved you all dearly, and loves you all still. Like every other Yorkshire boy I dreamt of days of skill and joy Bashing centuries for the county White rose cap sufficient bounty Famous for setting new records And stuffing Middlesex at Lords. The fifth candle we light for hope: that you will live on through us, never be erased from our memory, that your life continues to make a difference in the world. With tearful eyes we watched him sufferAnd saw him slowly fade awayAlthough we loved him dearlyWe could not make him stay. Poems about those who suffered from and in some cases, succumbed to addiction. Let us faith and hope receiveThe rose still grows beyond the wall,Scattering fragrance far and wideJust as it did in days of yore,Just as it did on the other side,Just as it will forever-more. 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. The funeral bell is ringing for one, a last goodbye,And on the clock of our mortality, the hours just seem to fly,Respect to the departed is all that we can pay,And for each and every one of us, a final night and day. I am a juggler, and I juggle as I go,Flung from hand to hand, these balls of life and woe;I catch them as they fall and fling them to the sky,And catch them as they come back down, and so I juggle by. Thtitiede. cricket poems for funerals. How could such blazing colour leave? And though our arms are empty,Our hearts know what to do.For every beating of our heartsSays that we love you. Poems for those who had plenty of furry and feathered friends. My pencil is ready; The boxes are bare. The path tightens,the corridors wind and weavemysterious sounds frightenseeing the magic others see. Once you have acquired the knack,Believe me, you will not look back! He cannot help but be aware that such is the end of all life. Shimano SPD Cleats SH51 MTB SPD - Single Release, Fresh Goods Friday 642 Cake For Me, Corned Beef For You, Whats Open At Glentress? OUR AUDIOBOOK IS NOW AVAILABLE THROUGH AUDIBLE &. " Poems for those brave men and women who risked their lives to save others from fire. They would put in the footings then forget to build the wall, and when they did it was neither short nor tall. 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. Twilight and evening bell,And after that the dark!And may there be no sadness of farewell,When I embark. The draping, it is perfectNo wrinkles will you seeA symbol of a nationA reminder that were free. Now, and with no need of tears,Here they leave me, full of years,Leave me to my quiet restIn the region of the blessed. Stand upon the mountainRaise your wings up highCast aside the chains of fearTrust and you will fly. 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. My joy increased, I felt you growas weeks went quickly by Then one blessed day, I felt you moveA tiny butterfly. 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. The present only is our own,So live, love, toil with a will,Place no faith in Tomorrow,For the Clock may then be still. The topic Cricket themed reading for Dads funeral is closed to new replies. The Rape Of The Lock And Other, s By Pope Tingling Catch: Noeline Gannaway's NZ cricket. Theatre of Dreams John Read A short verse lamenting the end of a wonderful act of living.Youll Never Walk Alone Rodgers and Hammerstein The well-known song can work just as well as spoken word. Building A Legacy Mark Gregory A lovely little poem for a creative and passionate Lego builder.Lego House Britney Njomo I might be out of mindbut Im forever the queen of my Lego house.Ode To My Legos Dylan Harvey A poem ideal for the death of a child whose had a marvellous time with Lego. This fourth rose is for our love.We enjoy beauty and its presence,Continuing to guide and lead us.Regardless of the seasons of our lives,Our love for you will continue. The morning mist had lifted,And the sun was shining bright.I poured myself a cup of tea,And sat and watched the light. And though we wish it couldhave stayed, we feel so lucky to have seen it. I have to goagaineven thoughIve just come backeven ifIm covered in bloodblood all over meeverywherethat no one bothersto wipe offand yet they call mestillthe crowd cheersthe ref is impatientmy opponent awaits meI feel deadenedevery voice is far awayand yet I hearI knowthat this is the momentthat I have to goits my jobat first I liked itI couldnt stopit was my lifenow no longerIm exhaustedworn outIm in pieceshow longcan my body last?how many of those punchescan it take?night is fallingI feel itfalling quicklyon memy powers weakendeath will comeand bethe fatal woundfor methe final defeat. She wore themThrough good timesAnd badThrough laughterAnd tearsThrough joyAnd pain. I here profess my strong beliefIn my revealed Lord;Ive found Him in the rocky leaf,And his inspired word. Old Father Time, I pray to youThat clouds give it a rest,And that I get a game today,And that I play my best. Have you checked the smoke detectors? Beer Is Just Fine Roy Pett A humorous verse deliberating over the wonders of beer.The Beer Prayer anon A beer-infused version of the Lords Prayer.A Drinking Song W. B. Yeats a short verse pondering over the role of wine and love in life.Fortifying The Spirits Michael Ashby A humorous poem perfect for someone who liked a drink or two.The Lost Drink Banjo Paterson An ode to a once-in-a-lifetime drink concoction that was never found again. Im sorry, friends, that I cant be with you here today.If youre gathered reading this, it means Ive passed away.But if I were there, Id tell you not to shed a tear or frown.Id tell you just to simply say, Another Biker has gone down.. She leaps and flips and twists and splits,Her body a blur in motion,Her dedication and discipline,A beautiful emotion. To hunt a bird,To wet a line,Gifts from God,So good and fine. 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 can talk as we rollAnd I know that a soulMust lurk in thy wonderful frameA spiritual essenceSome far hidden presenceSome genius of magical fame. When beauty, grace and strength are all combinedIn vault, uneven bars and floor and beam,Young girls, petite, yet strong and well defined,Then dance and jump and swing, each with a dream. Each time we see a little cloudOr a rainbow soaring highWell think of you and gentlyWipe a tear from our eye. Life is fleeting,And now, like those tendrils of steam,I, too, must rise, and float awayTo some distant, better place. We both are made by one in the same.We grew to be different, Im not to blame. You offered kindnessAnd greetings with a hug and kiss,Each freely out of love which I will miss. F amily man, first and foremost. Land of the rainbow gold,For flood and fire and famine she pays us back threefold.Over the thirsty paddocks, watch, after many days,The filmy veil of greenness that thickens as we gaze. I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tideIs a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,And the flung spray and the blown spume and the seagulls crying. If the world were full of hippiesthered be nothing left to proveexcept peace and understandingand a little bit of groove, No-one would be homelessLike many live todayWed build beautiful communeswhere anyone could stay, Together wed make musicto the beat of mother earththered be no fighting or warEveryone sharing equal worth, Wed grow our own vegetables and create trinkets to sellWed open up our mindsbreak free from our shell, Every colour and every racewould teach one anotherwed become a united familyevery sister, every brother, Wed bless all gods creaturesshow respect for the landGive free hugs to everyoneopenminded to understand. A beautiful garden now stands alone,missing the one who nurtured it,But now she is gone. Of round . Stump and bail flashed and flew; by Gabrielle Tintitranslation by David Graham. Farewell, friends! 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. enter an oceanfeeling insignificant,overwhelmed by its enormity. 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. After reading it, I sat downin the garden and looked aroundat the green grass and the spikyflowers and the white cloudsriding high, and I thought,Its all a miracle. She tumbles on the floor with art,Her movements swift and sure,Her strength and flexibility,So wonderful, so pure. The other equipment needed is a solid leather wrapped ball, a bat (one per batsman.) 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. Clean your rims, my friend! 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. 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. Poems for those who had a passion for stars, constellations, and the great beyond. 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. But there are those whose whole life is a blessing,Not just a moment, a smile or a word.They make all around them feel special,No person ignored or unheard. The following verses are among the most popular for a funeral. A Drinking Song - W. B. Yeats - a short verse pondering over the role of wine and love in life. I have spent the night in the watchhouse My head was the size of three So I went and asked the chemistTo fix up a drink for me;And he brewed it from various bottlesWith soda and plenty of ice,With something that smelt like lemon,And something that seemed like spice. You know you are foreverbut its easy when were hereJust a hand away from holdingand a hug away from fearSo you have to make a promisethat your hope will never runAnd you know Ill always ride hereeven when my ridings done. 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. This is the particular line I was thinking of. And at the end of that good lifewhen it came time for him to diethe old carpenter soaredinto the white light of death for the white light is where the good souls go to. 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. Crickets Demi, Gods And Villains, by Rajnish Manga A Cricket Sang Good Luck, by Sandra Fowler, Hunter. Poems for those who enjoyed a day at the races, or a flutter at the bookies.