So, Granddad, I will say goodbye.I love and miss you with all my heart,But as long as I have my loving memories,We will never be too far apart. Where the azure of the heavensMeets the undulating blue,Where the sweeping, soaring seagullFlies its endless quest for food.It is there that I would rest,When my work on earth is done,At the endless blue horizonNeath the crimson, setting sun. Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die.I give a share of my soul to the world where my course is run.I know that another shall finish the task I must leave undone.I know that no flower, nor flint was in vain on the path I trod.As one looks on a face through a window, through life, I have looked on God. 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. The 'Cricket' Funeral Order of Service design is from the HobbiesRange, which is only available from Fitting Farewell. If your heart is heavy nowbecause Ive gone away,Dwell not long upon it friend;For none of us can stay.Those of you who liked me,I sincerely thank you allAnd those of you who loved me,I thank you most of all. Langston Hughes remarks: As Befits a Man. With each brand new discovery, Im always quite astounded,The history of life on Earth is gloriously unboundedFrom dinosaurs to shells and plants, theres always something more,Fossils are simply priceless treasures I cant help but adore. What are Airlines Policies on carrying ashes? Some folk drive for transport, just a means unto an end,They treat cars as a mere machine, and not a trusted friend,Concerned only for the badge in front, how bright it may be shining,And the many pretty toys inside, their egos there defining. Dont be sad for me todayFor me please do not weepCall upon your memoriesThey are yours to keep. 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. Every songbird has its own unique songAnd yours is my favourite.Would my first steps be as hasty if not for its tempo?Would my spirits be as high if not for its key?Your song walked with me as I grew upLike an underscore, lifting me.And I have always listened, and I always will.For no matter how quiet your tune gets,As the years go on and time passes,Even if it fades out to a gentle hum,The echo of your melody will continue to guide meAnd shape me into the (wo)man that I will become.So, although you arent here to sing it,The beat of your song will continue in our hearts.Its steady rhythm will keep us on track.And now every time I hear a songbirds song,I will think of you, and I will sing back. No more a watch to stand, Old Sailor.For you are drifting on an ebbing tide.Eight Bells has rung. 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. city of san diego street classification map; blackrock russell 2000 index fund g1; 3610 atlantic ave, long beach, ca 90807; eternal water heater lawsuit; A series of fortunate events July 20, 2020. originally titled What Is Dying? by Rev. Lets haste awayFrom the heart of the dayTo the woods refreshing shadeWhere the babbling brookIn some sheltered nookIs gurgling a-down the glade. But every life that ever forms,Or ever comes to be,Touches the world in some small wayFor all eternity. My joy increased, I felt you growas weeks went quickly by Then one blessed day, I felt you moveA tiny butterfly. 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. Humour is an essential part of life, so why not of death. 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. We will take this special momentTo turn our thoughts to Dad;To thank him for the home he gaveFor all the things we had. Poet laureate honours Queen Elizabeth II with new work, Floral Tribute Both paths tell a storyThat waves may wash away;As long as we have the memoryThey live with us each day. So, when your eulogy is being readWith your lifes actions to rehash,Would you be proud of the things they sayAbout how you spent YOUR dash? 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. You can shed tears that she is goneOr you can smile because she has lived, You can close your eyes and pray that she will come backOr you can open your eyes and see all that she has left, Your heart can be empty because you cant see herOr you can be full of the love that you shared, You can remember her and only that she is goneOr you can cherish her memory and let it live on. But the greatest of the treasuresThat old apron could ever holdWas the endless love from MotherAbiding in each fold. You have dementia, that is true,But that wont stop me loving you.Each day brings another chore,Usually worse than the one before. 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. I stand Oh Lord With hand on heartAnd ask you now to do your partIve sent my wood from centre lineI know the green I choose is fineNow let your word be trueOh hear me, as I prayScatter thou mine enemiesMake a path where there is no wayGuiding on a righteous track,Place it Lord upon the JackAmen. Do love that Roy Harper song though. He is a lover of the earth,And all the wonders it gives birth;He is a lover of the bloom,And all the fragrant, sweet perfume. Badge Of A Yorkshireman anon A poem emphasising the qualities demonstrated by a true Yorkshireman. 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. One, two, three, four,A designer now, fashions in my core,Five, six, seven, eight,Theres plenty of work still on my plate. Ive found the crust of our old earthA mighty funeral urn-Where countless forms of life had birth;Then others took their turn. Your angels share is there to be asked forOf the malt whisky escaped from oak casksYou can savour a peaty Macallan 46For a drink that will forever last. So now its time for restingIve passed the winners lineThink of me, a winning ticketAnd how I lived this life of mine. If I could fly like a birdmy face would touch thethe clouds while myfeathers hit the groundas the wind cools medown. Life is fleeting,And now, like those tendrils of steam,I, too, must rise, and float awayTo some distant, better place. Below are the all-time best Rugby poems written by Poets on PoetrySoup. To all of those that think of me,Be happy as I go out to sea.If others wonder why Im missinJust tell em Ive gone fishin. 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. Poems for Funerals - Etsy I imagine you watchingThe many things I doProudly standing beside meAs I remember and honour you. Heaven by Rupert Brooke. But now you are gone,and with you the aromaof your favourite roast. Watch it sink into the hairthe chiseled point will disappearanother sip of ale to bootgame set matchthe point is moot. Too soon he left to travelBeyond where we can seeBut its all about the journeyForever riding free. O Magic wheel of burnished steelHow part of myself thou art.As we roll alongMid the hurrying throngThat peoples the busy mart. It knocks down the road toward the next wreckers yard,And it cant get far; whos driving this car? 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. A ball will bounce; but less and less. Capitulation anon A poem about the highs and lows of bridge, and always being on the verge of quitting.The Gambler Kenny Rogers The lyrics to Rogers infamous song about the train ride with the gambler.A Keen Bridge Player Simon Lucas A humorous limerick about forgetting to remove the jokers! The feet of dancersShine with mirth,Their hearts are vibrant as bells: The air flows by themDivided like waterCut by a gleaming ship. And round that early laurelled headWill flock to gaze the strengthless dead,And find un-withered on its curlsThe garland briefer than a girls. 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. Your life has purpose.God sent you on a mission.To live, to love, to learn Is His commission. 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. 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. The archer and his bowNever cease to amaze;They are togetherThroughout all days. Whats with this gameThat made you feel so high?Was it your teamYour matesThe offside trapAnd then that lousy shoot-outNearly made you cry? And if theres an occasionTo mention who you knewSpeak kindly of that personAs one day it will be you. In his pastimes and sports he will try all the way,And, back to the wall, make his greatest display;He asks not for favours, but only fair play,For that is the badge of a Yorkshireman. They were the glue that held us all in place, The one we could always depend on, Their warmth and kindness never failed, Their love, an endless fountain. Now I cant except this endingAnd as its time for me to leavePlease make haste to the receptionTo enjoy my drinks, theyre free! Haiku I wrote whilst out at some live jazz back in October, when it was warm enough for crickets. This simple cup of tea,Is a reminder of all that is fleeting,All that is beautiful and transient,In this world of ours. And though you are gone, though youre not here with methe cord is still there but no one can seeIt pulls at my heart, I am bruisedI am sorebut this cord is my lifeline as never before. The archer and his bowCannot be torn apart;For shot after shotThey share the same heart. Its fun and its laughterIts planning and strategyBut most of all, its you and me.We laugh, we cheer, we argue a few,but this is a memory made anew. Smooth road; never mind the few bumps; and air so fresh you could eat it in lumps. The parents in the middle though,cant share this special caring,Its just for us, my Gran and I,adventures we are sharing,And even if my situations bad,my Gran is not deterred,What is it about a Grandmother?I think Love must be the word! The times you saved a structure, a lifeor doing the unthinkable, you were there. 10 Best Poems for Funerals - GriefAndSympathy.com The time you won your town the raceWe chaired you through the market-place.Man and boy stood cheering by,And home we brought you shoulder-high. Top 10 Funeral Poems: Beautiful Poems for Funerals We rubbed our chins and scratched our heads just what did it mean?Try menacing, or angry,or something in between? Poems reflecting a passion for spending nights under the stars. Are you more alive?Cause here on earth it feels likeEverything good is missing since you leftAnd here on earth everythings differentTheres an emptiness. Kayaking Mark Gregory A poem about the peace and calm that one experiences on the water.The Oarsmans Song Steve Fairbairn A rhythmic poem about the hypnotic motion of a rower in full flight.Rowing In Eden Mark Gregory A short but touching poem about two friends drifting towards heaven. From the first time that you hold em,Through every time you scold em,And every soiled nappy that youve changed,From all the crap you saw,They will always dish out more,Its just the way that children are arranged. The scent of the roast,The hiss of the brew,The warmth of the cup,It all reminds us of you. When a butterfly come to you, Ive been told,That its from someone in heaven, a past soul.If you keep a look out, if you open your heart,The things that were ordinary will now stand apart.I think if we look, read between the lines,You will find clues and you will find signs,That your loved one isnt past, not really, not gone,That they are not here, that they have just moved on.It is said that there is not death, just life and transitions,From the teachings of Buddha to the beliefs of the Christians.So from my heart, from my hope and belief,May you find many butterflies to assist with your grief. Death is an inevitable fate.Someday we have to go.You hope you didyour best in life,but how are you to know? Im climbing a mountainI stop just to gaze at the view,So clear the horizonLike my every dream has come true. See more ideas about grief quotes, grieving quotes, cowboy prayer. Be and bebetter. And though our arms are empty,Our hearts know what to do.For every beating of our heartsSays that we love you. These poems are brief and express your feelings in few but powerful words. Should you require a celebrant for your ceremony, be it a funeral, a wedding, a naming ceremony or something else, feel free to get in touch. Under the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. It's the life in your years." A Redevelopment Update, NBD: Last Tarvo 2, Specialized Tero X, Crankbros Mallet Trail, This topic has 9 replies, 6 voices, and was last updated. Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die. Though I may forget you,its important that you seejust how much it means to methat you remember me. She leaps and flips and twists and splits,Her body a blur in motion,Her dedication and discipline,A beautiful emotion. 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. 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. It is not the only placeWhere people do this, but it is the best.I used to like to come and see themWhen I was young, and that was how I knewThat when they looked so hard and longThey found what they were looking for.I think they did. This will be my final journeyI go with no regretsThe days weve had togetherHave been the very best. JavaScript is disabled. Ive seen them win, lose and draw, rush by in charging blur, Neck and neck, nose to nose, to the photo we refer, The weight is right, the track is fair, the sun will always shine, As once more past the Judges, and I cross that Finish Line. He tends the flowers with loving care,And prunes the branches here and there;He weeds the beds and mends the fences,And gathers up the fallen senses. 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? Knit one, purl one, knit two togetherHer woollen creations will last forever.The sound of her needles, clickety clack,Another row on the counter, turn and go back. You had your loves and had your dreams, You watched us come and go. Then as the flowers transcendedAnd the night closesNothing is brokenOnly waiting to be mended. 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? Love Is Like A Game Of Cards Titia Geertman A verse comparing card games to love and life. When these graven lines you see,Traveller, do not pity me;Though I be among the dead,Let no mournful word be said. The warm crowd faintly clapped, I believe miracles really do come true.No one deserves one more than you. Please tell her she is loved so very dear.Ill say it every day for her to hear.Her short life on earth is now completedFor lessons Im sure you felt I needed. Do with us what you will,they faintly sigh, as you close the door on them.He is gone and no one can tell us where. As I Look Up To The Skies Above anon A sorrowful poem about how the world is a shade darker after losing someone.Requiem Robert Louis Stevenson A beautiful poem about acceptance, and being laid to rest under the night sky.The Sombre Astronomer Michael Humphries A short poem of longing to be with our lost loved ones again.There Is A New Star Shining In The Sky Tonight Sarah Hartwell Some prose reflecting upon the stars in the night sky. The free bird thinks of another breezeand the trade winds soft through the sighing treesand the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawnand he names the sky his own. The archer and his bow:Take aim and let the arrow fly,It hits, fast as lightning A perfect bulls-eye. 21 Poems for Memorial Services and Funerals Listen to the storiesthe old trees tell in hushing voices,the rushing sounds of ocean waves . Time just keeps moving onMany years have come and goneBut I grow older without regretMy hopes are in what may come yet.On the farm I work each dayThis is where I wish to stayI watch the seeds each season sproutFrom the soil as the plants rise out.I study Nature and I learnTo know the earth and feel her turnI love her dearly and all the seasonsFor I have learned her secret reasons.All that will live is in the bosom of EarthShe is the loving mother of all birthBut all that lives must pass awayAnd go back again to her someday.My life too will pass from EarthBut do not grieve, I say, there will be other birthWhen my body is old and all spentAnd my soul to Heaven has went.Please compost and spread me on this plainSo my body Mother Earth can claimThat is where I wish to beThen Nature can nourish new life with me.So do not for me grieve and weepI did not leave, I only sleepI am with the soil here belowWhere I can nourish life of beauty and glow.Here I can help the falling rainGrow golden fields of ripening grainFrom here I can join the winds that blowAnd meet the softly falling snow.Here I can help the suns warming lightGrow food for birds of gliding flightI can be in the beautiful flowers of springAnd in every other lovely thing.So do not for me weep and cryI am here, I do not die. He strived so hard from day to dayAnd never oft complained,With steady hands he worked so hardAnd kept the family name, Dad dwells amongst the angels now;He left us much too soon.He is now with mum, his wife again;From pain he is immune. After she died, I swear the skyHad the most beautiful of all sunsets,A blush of pink, then red, a glass of red,Sudden dark and a hammock moon,Then its faint silhouette, almost secret.Life half-written, half unsaid.I had kissed your head in the strange room.Then later, I blew a kiss to the stars, to regret. Funeral Poems; Memorial Poems, sayings, quotes, and verses; Celebration of Life Poems; Remembrance Poems The Comfort and Sweetness of Peace After the clouds, the sunshine, after the winter, the spring, after the shower, the rainbow, for life is a changeable thing. Released as a single twice, in 1975 and 1978, it is possibly Harper's best-known song. Poems for those who loved nothing better than riding on two wheels. 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.