"Warm Summer Sun" by Walt Whitman. Poems about those who were selfless in all aspects of their lives. Yet how he laughed and won our love,though some showed a stunned surprise.Turning away, afraid to lookor even meet eyes. You want for them the best,But they put you to the test,And seem intent, your efforts to defy,Beseech, threaten, teach or cheer,They so seldom seem to hear,No matter how bloody hard you may try. And so I have a gift for you,My love, in the form of a roseIll hold it to my lipsAnd whisper my loving prose. Dear God, please take care of my little girl,The one with big eyes and soft brown curls.She was special, as you should know.I really didnt want to let her go. Many friends I know are waitingWho took an earlier trainTo greet and reassure meThat nothing has really changed. Forget what is happening all around,And keep both feet upon the ground; Dont let anything hurry you,And let each dart fly straight and true! The windows blurry, the odometers broke,The tires are bare; whos driving this car? Cried and yelled at the moonand crushed nightmaresDrank together and helped each otherback to bed. Brother when you weep for me, remember that it was meant to be,Lay me down and when you leave, remember Ill be at your sleeveIn every dark and choking hall, Ill be there as you slowly crawlOn every roof in driving snow; Ill hold your coat and you will know.In cellars hot with searing heat; at windows where at a gate you meet;In closets where young children hide: you know Ill be there at your side.The house from which I now respond is overstaffed with heroes gone;Men who answered one last bell did the job and did it well.As firemen we understand that deaths a card dealt in our hand,A card we hope we never play but one we hold there anyway.That card is something we ignore as we crawl across a weakened floor,For we know that were the only prayer for anyone that might be thereSo remember, as you wipe your tears, the joy I knew throughout the yearsAs I did the job I loved to do I pray that thought will see you through. 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. Poems about people who liked a drink in a healthy way. Hers was a life full of kindness and heart,She was selfless, private, but always played her partCaring for animals to her was like art,And her example inspired many others to start. The Driver Graeme Cook A gorgeous poem for those who felt at one with their car, rather than merely driving it.Fast Car Jamie Blake A hectic poem ideal for some who drove fast and perhaps passed away in a motoring accident.Racing Car Poem Martin Dejnicki A poem about racing, perhaps Formula 1, and the adrenaline rush it produces.Whos Driving This Car? So long as love and hope and dreamsAbide in earth and sky,Weep not for me, though I be gone.I shall not really die. Dont weep at my grave,For I am not there.Ive a date with a butterflyTo dance in the air.Ill be singing in the sunshine,Wild and free,Playing tag with the windWhile Im waiting for thee. We trust that beyond absence there is a presence.That beyond the pain there can be healing.That beyond the brokenness there can be wholeness.That beyond the anger there may be peace.That beyond the hurting there may be forgiveness.That beyond the silence there may be the word.That beyond the word there may be understanding.That through understanding there is love. A Fleeting Image Avi Fleischer A beautiful poem about life with several artistic metaphors.Go On With The Day Silvia Hartmann A poem urging those left behind to marvel at the beauty and art within life.Importance of Art Komal Jindal A poem highlighting the deceaseds artistic achievements.We Are All Painters Ola Radka A short verse arguing that everyone paints their life with beauty and emotion. I lie wrapped in a tapestry,Stitched with every memory,That we have shared together,Through calm and stormy weather,By each others side. Its always opening time in heavenAnd the alcohol doesnt go to your headIt floats around in ones etherAnd fortifies your spirit instead. When great souls die,the air around us becomeslight, rare, sterile.We breathe, briefly.Our eyes, briefly,see witha hurtful clarity.Our memory, suddenly sharpened,examines,gnaws on kind wordsunsaid,promised walksnever taken. The following database of poems and readings is an ever-expanding list of verses useful for anyone planning a funeral ceremony for a loved one. An old man going a long highwayCame in the evening cold and grayTo a chasm vast and deep and wide.The old man crossed in the twilight dim,The sullen stream had no fears for him,But he stopped when safe on the other sideAnd built a bridge to span the tide. This is the life of a dancer en pointeRisking the health of her feet, legs and jointsJust for that one perfect moment on stageWhere the ballerina stands tall and all are amazed. I hear the call.The ships beside the stony wall.Foam is white and waves are grey;beyond the sunset leads my way.Foam is salt, the wind is free;I hear the rising of the Sea. The beauty and peace it brings my wayIs difficult to describeFor we who bike for pleasureBelong to a different tribe. When great trees fallin forests,small things recoil into silence,their senseseroded beyond fear. In Hide and Seek, he let the othersstay hidden, content to enjoythe solitude. Her arms both glittered, her legs glistened, Her neck was a twinkle on display, She was a shiny beautiful colourful star, When she walked throughout the day. The 43 Most Touching Funeral Poems for Moms When you spiralled down and moreI longed for a reverse,Id have given my right armFor your pain to disperse. I love all types of fossils, old bones and stones,A glimpse into the past thats otherwise unknown,I search the wide earth, and dig deep down withinTo uncover all the secrets of our ancient kin. His labourers name was Dodger who would work now and then, most of the time was spent at The Bookies placing bets for other men. Come to the beach and remember;Make some footprints of your own,And think of days now absentAnd the memories weve known. And standing thereTill that calm song is done, at last well shareThe league-spread, quiring symphonies that areJoy in the world, and peace, and dawns one star. These funeral poems and readings are reflective and comforting. My hands are clenched around chrome barsthe engines rumble sounds so sweet.I twist the throttle with my palmand roar off down the street. He put his arms around youAnd lifted you to rest.Gods garden must be beautiful,He always takes the best. Then there are the Jokers,theyve lots of rules, not always fair.When you let them play your game,keep watch and take good care. Apart from its sporting associations, this cheerful song is the audio equivalent of a ray of sunshine - perfect for celebration of life funerals. The birds and the nearby bubbling brookAre the only sounds that I hearThe click of the freewheel of courseAnd the wind whistling by my ear. Bartenders Prayer anon A lovely little poem about the wishes of a bartender every evening before the bar opens.The Last Barman Poet Tom Cruise The poem from the 1988 film Cocktail.My Shift Is Over Mark Gregory A poem about the varied role that a bartender takes on while entertaining his punters. 65 p Addeddate 2007-05-31 17:58:40 Bookplateleaf 4 Call number SRLF:LAGE-3653666 Camera 5D May they prosper, love and grow, Come to learn all that we know, And hopefully succeed through Lifes great test, May we leave this mortal coil, Free of grief, relieved of toil, And know that for our kids, we did our best. I know now you are with meI feel your caressIll go on living for you,I could do nothing less. Poems for those who enjoyed the ebb and flow of angling. 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! 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. The song captures the atmosphere of a village cricket match and is an elegy to the game as played during Harper's youth. Well think of all the moviesThat brought them laughter and tearsAnd though theyre gone from us nowIn our hearts, theyll always be near. This traverse may the poorest takeWithout oppress of toll;How frugal is the chariotThat bears a human soul! Always dressed in the finest clothes,A true fashionista no-one could oppose.Your style was so impeccable and bold;Your passion for fashion will never grow old. Each time we see a little cloudOr a rainbow soaring highWell think of you and gentlyWipe a tear from our eye. &In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.& Robert Frost, &What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains and is immortal.&Albert Pike, &The fear of death follows from the fear of life. The road you feel, within your palms, at every bend you take,Every bump and line and camber, each triumph and mistake,Your car it tells you all of this, for this is truly livin,Petrol flowing through the veins, and ways it can be driven. We did so much togetherrode in carsshared our lovenear the campfireWith soft and tender armsTamed broken pasts. I see through different eyes.I see a bigger picture when others see grey skies.Though many cant conceive it, I stand facing the wind.My bravery, not from fighting, but from my strength within. The race begins,as engines roar.They charge ahead,like a wild boar. One, two, three,Dont cry for me,Four, five, sixIve had my kicks. The speedometer is just a bluras tears blow from my eyes,the bike and I roll forwardoff into the calling skies. So as we lay them down to restWell watch one final filmIn honour of their memoryAnd the love they had for them. Once it was new, best thing on the road,But now its just old; so whos driving this car? Oh, Adam was a gardener, and God who made him seesThat half a proper gardeners work is done upon his knees,So when your work is finished, you can wash your hands and prayFor the Glory of the Garden, that it may not pass away!And the Glory of the Garden it shall never pass away! The world may never noticeIf a Snowdrop doesnt bloom,Or even pause to wonderIf the petals fall too soon. Hell, no!, Apparently this a a Facebook Page called Why I love cricket, Starboard 10, Round again, pull in the buoys. The ancients etched the wordsfor battle and victory onto their shields and then they went out. The audience is waitingFamiliar faces all aroundOnce again the baton strikesAnd I hear that familiar sound. One, two, three, four,Getting older now, cant take any more,Five, six, seven, eight,Model life is done, it was truly great. Best Cricket Poems - PoetrySoup The third candle we light in your memory: the times we laughed, the times we cried,the times we were angry towards each other, the silly things you did, and the caring and joy you gave us. She says youve only left the room,You havent gone away.But I really miss you, GranddadAnd the games we used to play. There were a couple of muckers who mixed up the cement,they were forever subbing so they never paid their rent. But look at the family,Created by only two.How many weve become,And all because of you. Dont worry about mourning me,I was never easy to offend.Feel free to share a story at my expenseAnd well have a good laugh at the end. Funeral poems: six uplifting readings about death | The Week UK Your family had joined a larger family of caregivers,Professionals, friends, and team mates.As the days go by, you are called upon to assistSomeone in need,Leaving your family known to you and love,Knowing someday something may go wrong. Patti Masterman A poem about being grateful that your body lasted as long as it did. 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. White rose petals fall and blossoms fade,Memories linger yet,Recollections of happier times,You never will forget. You are using an out of date browser. One, two, three, four,A designer now, fashions in my core,Five, six, seven, eight,Theres plenty of work still on my plate. Do love that Roy Harper song though. Give my spare parts so some young buckMay make a start upon the roadTake the pannier of lifeAnd balance carefully his load. 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. And as I grow older its life I suppose But more and more things just get right up my nose!Like young mums with their kids and their stupid wee dolliesWho chat, blocking the aisles with their damned shopping trolleys.I barge my way past, just as rough as I can,So the bitches will know Im a grumpy old man. 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. I was just an average batsman, and a less than average fielder. This upbeat tune was used as the theme for the BBC's Test Cricket Highlights for many years, making it popular funeral music for lifelong cricket fans. Day after day, week after weekSo many tales does she acquaintRemaining focused in the task at handBut with the patience of a saint.
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