Im climbing a mountainI reach out to touch the blue sky,This feeling of freedomWill live with me until I die. Heaven has received another angel,The night sky another star.Your life has become a loving memory.I know you will never be far. Are the fire exits clear?Id really like to keep you safeWhile youre all sitting here, I do hope some practical jokerDidnt dress me up in my fireproof gearIf Im at a crematoriumWe might be a long time here, The graveyard would be a safer betWith gods sprinklers shedding a tearNow to end my last shiftI dont want to waste your precious time, My deepest love to dearest familyColleagues and friends of mineSo please send me off in a blaze of gloryA fitting end to a firefighters story. 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? Rest there on the mossWhere the soft zephyrs tossThough circlet of beauty and prideWith thy invisible wingsAttached to thy stringsAre folded in peace at thy side. A Day At The Races Graeme Cook A verse about the wonders and marvels of spending a day at the racetrack.The Last Race Barbara Ogilvie A poem highlighting betting on horses as the core of the deceaseds life.The Music Of The Morn Fran Cleland A poem highlighting the wondrous thump of hooves on turf in the morning.Racing Through My Eyes Henry Birtles A wonderful poem that captures the unique atmosphere trackside.When The Ridings Done J. P. Gorham A poem suggesting the spirit of a horse rider will always endure at the track. I am a martial artist. Oh dear, if youre reading this right now,I must have given up the ghost.I hope you can forgive me for beingSuch a stiff and unwelcoming host. 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! Bugs on visor, flatly splattered, Speed limits, completely shattered. When I speak your name,It brings back memoriesOf you dancing for joyOr maybe playing with a toy. One, two, three, four,Heels click down on the catwalk floor.Five, six, seven, eight,Head held high and back dead straight. Each time we see a little cloudOr a rainbow soaring highWell think of you and gentlyWipe a tear from our eye. Poems for those who had a love of candles and incense, or poems that evoke candles and candlelight. Over and over againjust as he had done all his serving dayshis lips would still defiantly and valiantly speakof how he had fought so hard that enemy flamewith every ounce of strength his body could aim. Its any time that youve been proudof others or yourself.Its every song you turned up loud,and every friend you helped. There Is A New Star Shining In The Sky Tonight, Dear God, Please Take Care Of My Little Girl, Martial Arts Is So Much More Than Just A Fighting Art. anon A humorous poem about the desire to be buried in a way befitting a cyclist.O Magic Wheel N. P. Tyler A poem from 1879 with wonderful rhythm and rhyme perfect for a cyclist.Passion For Cycling Sidney Beck A poem about the sights and smells of a coast-to-coast cycle. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overheadScribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. As blow after blow upon his battered head does fallHe knows but only one way, and that is the brawlAnd though his poor body has long since given inThe Spirit of the Fighter knows no such thing! My pencil is ready; The boxes are bare. 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. Poems reflecting a passion and love for birds, bird-watching, and anything remotely aviary in nature. Out of the corner of my eye I see you there, but when I turn to look, you fade away.What I wouldnt give to just have one more day. Maailmankaikkeus. 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. 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. 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. Once you have acquired the knack,Believe me, you will not look back! Members of the Club stand post,Proud brothers in the wind;Shaded eyes the tears disguise,And loss they feel within. Not having a good fielder is bad luck. Poems for those who shared a passion for travel on two pedalled wheels. And even though the price of time and consequences of agedenied his body its greatest love of life as wageit never quenched his firefighters soul of its wondrous and noble ragenor that intense need burning so deep in his heartto save each life and shelter from being another victory for a fires page. Lay lady lay, in crimson and cloverIts been a hard days night, the partys over. She wore from ears, from nose, from lips, The ones that are on show, And she wore a heap in other places, But there I will not go. Poems for watchmakers, clock collectors, or anyone who had a passion for timekeeping. For this one farmer the worries are over, lie down and rest your head,Your time has been and struggles enough, put the tractor in the shed. With tearful eyes we watched her sufferAnd saw her slowly fade awayAlthough we loved her dearlyWe could not make her stay. To the pearly gates of Heaven, where they will usher you in. 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). So when you talk of family lifeOr how it used to beThough many had more moneyNone were as rich as me. One popular poem, Dylan Thomas' " Do not go gentle into that good night ," talks about the unstoppable nature of death and how we can challenge the way we face death. When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: With showers and dewdrops wet; And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget. por | Jun 14, 2022 | considera la reazione di decomposizione del perossido di idrogeno | how to make a braided rug lay flat | Jun 14, 2022 | considera la reazione di decomposizione del perossido di idrogeno | how to make a braided rug lay flat Poems for those who discovered a love of dance, either watching or participating, throughout their life. O precious, tiny, sweet little oneYou will always be to me.So perfect, pure, and innocentJust as you were meant to be. Do Not Ask Me To Remember Owen Darnell A poem about how much dementia patients need their family.Mum Alison Howard A poem about dementia originally written for a mother that can be adjusted to any relation.That You Remember Me Daniel Mark Extrom A poem urging family to always remember their lost loved ones.You Have Dementia, That Is True anon A poem reflecting the challenges that come with dementia later in life.Walk With Me Norma McNamara An uplifting poem about staying positive in the face of dementia. In this guide: Popular funeral poems and verses; Happy and funny funeral poems; Short funeral poems; Non-religious funeral poems; Popular funeral poems and verses. So go, my loveClimb that mountain in the sunsetI will watch you with a smileand eternal lovein my heart. We cherish the special place in our heartsthat will always be reserved for you.We thank you for the giftyour living brought to each of us.We love you.We remember you. 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. We ate greens, we ate biscuitsWe ate lamb chops and fresh-picked peasWe said yes dad, we said no dadWe said thank you mum and please. 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. Rejoice now in the knowledgeReturned to you this dayYouve always had the powerTo simply fly away. Just to prove myfriendship is true to have a friend like you! I do not despair If a few I cant solve But begin on the down clues With extra resolve. Guest. Where words fail,music speaks.It speaks of the pain,of the sorrow,of the lost,of the life we live.It shares emotions.Its a way to connect,to understandwhat others feel.Where words fail,music speaks.It tells the truthwhether you want it to or not.Music shares the soulsof those were around,of those in the worldthat were living.I wish to sharemy music with youSo you can understandthe pain I feel,so I can share my soul with you,so you can understandWhat Im going through. Last updated 8 th October 2021. Poems for those who found a love of the stage either on or off it during their life. She is a gymnast, a true athlete,Her talent and grace on display,She inspires us all with strength and skill,In this, her chosen way. You didnt die just recently,You died some time ago.Although your body stayed a while,And didnt really know. Poems for those who shared a passion for literature, or who worked in a literary setting during their life. Poems perfect for those fond of legs eleven and two little ducks in the bingo hall. Bilbos Last Song J.R.R. Ill always be your mother,Hell always be your dad.You will always be our child,The child that we had. We think about the fleeting yearsToo quickly, gone for goodIt seems like only yesterday;We would go back if we could. The curtain has come downOn the performance of a lifetime:But as the show must go onWe stage unrehearsed lines. We rowed, my friend and I, out past the swallowing reeds and the water lilies to where the river opened into a world of morning light and the herons voices and the musky scent of redemption and then we dipped our oars in unison and glided silently toward heaven. 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. One, two, three, four,Much older now, death is at my door,Five, six, seven, eight,Even I cant escape my fate. cricket poems for funerals. Id like to accept that while I stumbled and spluttered,I never strayed so far as to end up in the gutter.Id like to come to terms with all the times I slipped and fouled,But always got back up again: of this I am quite proud. That man was made of many partsA teacher of lifes skills and artsFull of love and full of careWith much to give, and much to share. Remember how we made our special dateSame day of the week and at the same placeBehaving like young teenagers we wereTho wed been married many a year. Remember me when I am gone away,Gone far away into the silent land;When you can no more hold me by the hand,Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.Remember me when no more day by dayYou tell me of . My little girl has gone,but to her little boy I will continue to sing our song.