MORE THYME! When We Lose a Loved One When we lose a loved one Our world just falls apart We think that we cant carry on With this broken heart Everything is different now You're upset and you're annoyed Your world it seems is shattered There's such an awful void Were in seven spades and all my hope fadesWhen surprise, surprise, the high bidding pays!Were winning all tricks, the defenders feel sick,And I have to admit my partners a brick. I stand on the podium, proud and boldIm wearing a medalAn Olympic Gold! Alzheimers Dick Underwood A touching poem about how Alzheimers often takes away the mind before the body.I Am At Peace Jennifer Alderton A short verse accepting the peace and freedom that comes with death after illness.The Long Goodbye Ellen Miller A verse reminding us that the person we have lost was not defined by their disease.Those Hands That Once Held Mine Dean Harrison A beautiful verse for a son about his mother and her Alzheimers.Two Mothers Remembered Joann Snow Duncanson Remembering a mother who changed due to illness. The world is always peaceful,As I sit and drink my tea.Im grateful for these simple moments,Of pure tranquility. He picked up bricks, mortar and trowel to craftBarbies and walls, buildings and homes that lastAn arch or a curve, all his work set apart,Because each brick he placed, was a work of art. I love to learn about them, and share all that I find,With others who love their fossils just as much as I love mine,They know that fossils are far more than simply rocks and debris,They are a vital window into our worlds history. Tiny Angel rest your wingsSit with me for awhile.How I long to hold your hand,And see your tender smile. When I speak your name,Its because you no longer can,And I want the world to knowWhat a goof I had. 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. My three sons I married right,And their sons I rocked at night;Death nor sorrow never broughtCause for one unhappy thought. If we could just slow down enoughTo consider whats true and realAnd always try to understandThe way other people feel. A Legacy of Stitches is what we leave behind;the imprint of our very soul that lasts beyond our time.The heart that quilts knows, oh, so well the peace that can be found,as needle meets with fabric, for there is no sweeter sound.Whether quiet piecing done by hand or on our sewing machine,theres rhythm to our stitches as we sew along each seam.Those stitches tell the story of our lives as they unfoldas we think of quilts that Grandma made with stories left untold.The humdrum of our daily lives grows elegant and grand,when we start to cut the pieces, then stitch the fabric in our hands.And whatever is the reason for the quilts we piece and sew,and whoever is the maker, there is one thing that we know.Each quilt is full of memories and is a treasured thing.If quilts could talk, imagine how some quilts would surely sing!For some quilts are sewn in happy times and others when were sad,and some are sewn in laughter and others when were mad.Some are sewn to warm us, and some sewn just for fun,and some are works in progress that never quite get done!Some quilts are sewn for beauty, a quilt made just for show,but the heart of the true quilter is the one who really knows That no matter how the quilt is stitched, we leave our mark in time.This Legacy of Stitches is what we leave behind. We have a lot to be thankful for,The memories through the years.The many times together,Full of laughter, full of tears. "Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep" by Mary Frye. But a heaven is easier made of nothing at allThan the earth regained, and still and sole withinThe spin of worlds, with a gesture sure and nobleHe reels that heaven in,Landing it ball by ball,And trades it all for a broom, a plate, a table. Poems for those who enjoyed the unique challenges and sounds of the bowling alley. Made from the earth by loving handsThrough heat and rain prepared,To face the joys and storms of lifeAnd treasured moments shared. Gods Garden D. W. McConway A slightly religious poem about God calling a tired person home.God Saw Him Getting Tired / God Saw Her Getting Tired Frances and Kathleen Coelho A poem similar to the above.I Am At Peace Jennifer Alderton A short poem urging mourners to remember a terminally ill person at their best. Poems for those who had a passion for karate, judo, kung fu, jiu jitsu, and other forms of martial arts. 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. 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. They took away my freedom,They took away my choice,And when they got their hooks in,You could hear it in my voice. I here profess my strong beliefIn my revealed Lord;Ive found Him in the rocky leaf,And his inspired word. Your email address will not be published. I cant be there to hold your handI cant be there to hug youI cant be there to dry a tearBut there is one thing I can do. Alcohol. I know now you are with meI feel your caressIll go on living for you,I could do nothing less. 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. Best Rugby Poems. 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. Poetry and Verses for Funerals and Epitaphs. Dont curse me, for I have done you no wrong.I only want the acceptance I have needed for so long. And now as we gather,To say goodbye to you,Well raise a cup of coffee,And honour all youve been through. Bilbos Last Song J.R.R. The strings were tied, it was freshly washed, and maybe even pressed.For Grandma, it was every day to choose one when she dressed.The simple apron that it was, you would never think about.the things she used it for, that made it look worn out. That Hand is you, Old Sailor.And youll be sailing out on Heavenly Seas.May the wind be ever at your back.Fair weather, and God Speed! A mind so patient, waits for it to growAs the pattern appears, row by row.A mind so creative, can picture it completeThe stitches like soldiers, all the same, so neat. Ring in the valiant man and free,The larger heart, the kindlier hand;Ring out the darkness of the land,Ring in the Christ that is to be. From hoops, to drops, to barbell hugs, She loved wearing tiny rocks, But no one can actually see her now, Shes become a walking jewellery box! The Clock Of Life Robert H. Smith A short verse reflecting upon the inevitability of time passing.My Grandfathers Clock Henry Clay Work The classic childrens song in its entirety.Stop All The Clocks W. H. Auden A poem demanding that the whole world stop to mourn the passing of a loved one. They say the answer has five lettersbut I now have had enough;I found the answer in the back apparently its GRUFF! Published by: Esplanade Publishing Ltd., Card & Paper Stock Finished size is A5 (A4 folded in half) and it is printed on 350gsm silk. Everything Mum Joanna Fuchs A poem for a mum who somehow managed to do everything.Mother anon A verse reflecting upon a loving and devoted mother. Then at the very endWhen they were on their kneesYou still walked tallAnd like your matesYou claimed to take it allThe penalty and the strike,your wayThe win that set your heart aflameThe game, the pitch, the offside ruleThe love that took your heartYour final match at home your ball. Now Grandmas gone to heaven,But her quilts will long remain,Their beauty and their warmth live on,A comforting, loving refrain. And though they may be gone now, Their love will always stay, A beacon shining bright and true, To guide us on our way. A Bowlers Prayer anon A short, light-hearted, slightly religious verse praising the game of ten-pin bowling. Poems for someone who had a full and successful life. See more ideas about grief quotes, grieving quotes, cowboy prayer. 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. 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. Another Biker Who Has Gone Down Connie Starren A poem lamenting the loss of another avid biker.The Big Plan Gunnar Hassenplug A humorous poem about a bikers plan to get into heaven without an invite!A Biker Funeral anon A vivid description of a biker funeral with plenty of suitable metaphors.His Journey Goes On Joe Eliston A sombre but hopeful poem highlighting the importance of the journey of life.I Ride Alone Graeme Cook A fierce poem for a fallen motorcycling companion.My Last Ride anon A slightly religious poem about a bikers last ride to heaven.We Ride As One anon A poem lamenting the loss of riders past and present. Perhaps you thought I missed it all,And that wed grow apart,But Dad, I picked up everything,Its written on my heart. Rugby, what a beautiful and passionate game Its not about money, fashion or fame. I was just an average batsman, and a less than average fielder. You may have thought I didnt see,Or that I hadnt heard,Life lessons that you taught to me,But I got every word. MORE THYME! Poems for those who had a passion for music during their life, whether as a DJ, singer, or simply music-lover. Rabbits, hamsters, gerbils, and birdsDogs, and cats, and everything furredAn interest in creatures in others he stirredAnd through illness, he went on, undeterred. Dont judge me for I am just like you.I can feel, I can love, and I can cry too. Humour is an essential part of life, so why not of death. Cosmopolitan House, Old Fore Street, Sidmouth, Devon, EX10 8LS, Contact : customerservices@thefuneralpoem.com. If you can leave a warm and cosy fireside,When winter winds, nigh chill you to the bone,To feed and scrape at morning, night or noontide,Yet utter not a grumble or a groan.If you can stand for hours with teeth a chatter,When parted hens decide that they will roam.And smiling, say, It doesnt really matter,I only hope that they will all come home. A Poem for Mother. Develop your talents;They are unique.Use your time well;Listen only to positive critique. Your life was fueled by coffee,That much we know is true.It was more than just a drink,But a way of life for you. Sorry I had to cut the end off, but ARRSE only lets you post 10,000 characters at a time. Then all I want is the magic puff,And the straight and powerful driveTo complete the course,Using skill and forceIn a brilliant 65! And then the lover,Sighing like furnace, with a woeful balladMade to his mistress eyebrow. Earrings Mark Gregory a poem in free verse about a woman who wore earrings with true grace.A Mothers Crown anon A religious poem about all the elements of a mothers character.She Loved Jewellery Lewis Raynes A slightly humorous poem for someone who wore a lot of jewellery. Theres not a pair of legs so thin, theres not a head so thick,Theres not a hand so weak and white, nor yet a heart so sick.But it can find some needful job thats crying to be done,For the Glory of the Garden glorifieth every one. Ill walk the extra mile.Not because I have to, but because its worth my while.I know that I am different, when I stand on a crowded street.I know the fullness of winning, Ive tasted the cup of defeat. and cricket pads. So, think about this long and hard.Are there things youd like to change?For you never know how much time is leftThat can still be rearranged. I do not think my song will endWhile flowers, grass and treesAbound with birds and butterfliesFor I am one with these. He taught us all so much;his brother how to care,tenderness bonded the family;it grew from our despair. 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. 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. But I couldnt imagine anything id rather be,causelifeas a hairdresser is thelifefor me! The archer and his bowNever cease to amaze;They are togetherThroughout all days. Guest. We both are made by one in the same.We grew to be different, Im not to blame. 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. 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! You said to look to the night skiesFor there is no other love so resoluteThat the feelings we grow for others;They are never absolute. I shall remain in hearts and mindsOf loved ones that I knew,And in the rocks and hills and streamsBecause I love those, too. Let the beer flow steadily and the wine pour right,Make the cider fizz lightly and the cocktails look bright,May the bar remain clean and the floor vomit-free,And please, let there be no trouble for me. As I grew older so did he,But that man was always there for meHis love, unspoken, but strong and clear,Of that, I have no doubt or fear. The memories so dear and true,those memories of me and you. But now their time on earth is doneAnd we gather to say goodbyeWell remember them very fondlyAs we look up at the night sky. Invented one day by a guy named Webb How do go "I have a. Time passed, that man grew old and frail,No longer strong, but weak and pale.Now I helped him, as hed helped meA debt to repay, no charge, no fee. Sometimes your steps are very fast,Sometimes theyre hard to see,So walk a little slower Daddy,For you are leading me. Ive learned so much throughout my lifebut theres much I dont recall.I know its in there somewhereBut its hard to find it all.Its not that Ive forgotten you,or the things I said Id do;I remember everythingBut its hidden somewhere I cant seejust beyond my view. &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. He said, Son, Ive made a lifeOut of readin peoples facesKnowin what the cards wereBy the way they held their eyesSo if you dont mind my sayinI can see youre out of acesFor a taste of your whiskeyIll give you some advice..
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