Best Coach Poems
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It is a magic time when a child ventures
Into the world, spreading wings,
Beginning the oft painful process
of moving from the nest to the sky.
And it is a fragile time, where first experiences
Weigh heavily on shaping the direction
In which young life begins to move
And often whether it moves at all
It is a trying time, of fear and nervousness
One little step out on their own
The start of something bold and beautiful
The molding of a young child's eye
Much is made of parents and peers,
Oft unaddressed is the role of others
Teachers and coaches, a collective entity
Not dissimilar from fathers and mothers
The torch of responsibility being passed
If only for a brief moment
No more clinging to the safety and comfort
of what is already a norm and known
Encouragement or unkind words
So often a matter of chance and moods
Have mighty impacts on growing hearts
Precious opportunities to help a growing life
Young minds and hearts right on the surface
We remember our coaches, good and bad
Caring or not, patience or none,
The struggles, thin times and thick
A team of seven year olds
Is not unlike a litter of unruly puppies
How will they ever pay attention?
Give them a ball, a glove, and a game!
Pride, courage, athleticism, self-confidence
All showcased for the world to see
Taking turns and building bonds
Grasping much more than a newfound skill
If you can stand to be measured,
and fail by that measure, even repeatedly
But come back from it, you'll forever have
One more vital skill in life’s toolbox
One youngster will not win the game alone
But the team can, and its joy
Is multiplied many times over.
All these things and more can be taught.
Whether it be on the field or off
Teamwork, respect and camaraderie
Will forever be entrenched in the mind
Of a well instructed boy or girl
5/4/16
© Tom Quigley and Tim Smith
I was fortunate to see him coach his first game
at that time I didn’t know
how fortunate I really was…34 years ago.
Watching his manner, his patience, his kindness,
his calmness…his overall approach
I quickly learned this man…was much more than just a coach.
He was a teacher, a counselor a psychologist…
so many professions intertwined
He was a chauffeur, a motivational speaker
a reader of young minds.
Wearing all these hats I saw him coach my daughter,
her children…(my grandchildren too)
I watched him coach for many years
I learned from his point of view
I watched his teams win…they won often
I’m sure all his players are glad their paths have crossed
as he showed them how to be winners…even when they lost.
When they won, he praised their achievement.
When they lost he did the same.
Teaching them about the complexities of life
from a simple volleyball game
34 years ago I watched him coach his first game
but time moves on so fast
and yesterday…I found myself
watching him coach his last….
Sitting there I thought of all games I’ve watched him coach
all the time together we’ve traversed…
and I felt just as fortunate watching his last game
as I did watching his first.
Working in physical education
Blond teacher had a realisation
Spotting a young boy alone
Standing all on his own
Her curiosity, frustration
Young man, why are you all on your own
To the others, why are you disowned
Well, I'm not the teams sweeper
I'm their bloody goalkeeper
Please Miss Coach, it's time you went home
Sports can summon within you the star
the player that prepares himself to professional
a being that belongs beneath balls and sweat
or water and wheels of any kind.
He who prepares people to proceed to an unimaginable level
and still has some time to laugh in sheer delight
That is who teaches and takes time out for family.
That is the real meaning of coaching.
My coach put his arm around me today and said," Son,
I believe you can "...
I love my coach and today I became his biggest fan.
He said," Son, you can be what you want to be"...
And now he is helping me believe in me.
I wish I could known him years ago...
But I'll carry todays memory wherever I go.
It's amazing what a few words can do...
What an impact it can have upon you.
My coach knows Jesus, this I know...
And in my life it's starting to show.
My coach put his arm around me today and said, Son,
I believe you can,"...
Thank you coach; I love you man!
TK<
They walk alone together down the bright white line, their
Voices garble against the humming hordes as the
Tautness of the moment lays out like lacquer in the dustlight
Of our dreams, life feeding moisture under cleated white grass.
Talking angularly and stepping away from the parabola now they
Stop to admire the scoreboard like field generals
In the infinite march of Time's conquest.
They turn back into the red zone and ennoble their strides and
Emblazon their courage against the dizzying starscape.
A simple god so slender and symbolic
having a one way onslaught in his approach
and toiling with the master-class of the game
to revolutionize an entire country away from his.
He bastardized his inheritance of stiffness and a crunch system
To transmit the pleasure of a video game to a live coverage.
A believer of his approach, a missionary in his style,
legendary in his execution, but often blind to its short comings.
Going an entire season without a fault
and giving the possibility to travel cloud 49
makes his glory carry such schoolbag of mysteries and awe.
From the African prince of Monaco, to the great George Weah
and the Dennises, Thierrys, Vierras and Anelkas,
he converts a dusty wood into a luxurious boat.
Academy is his bedroom, ventilated by continuity
even though some megastars were short of understanding this.
Maintenance of a certain threshold even with half loaded guns
is very difficult to achieve and impossible to maintain
but not at all to this attacking minded General.
Spending a decade to shoot regions near the actual target
under the stuffiness of limitations both in finances and talents
shines the stadium light even in the darkness of his underachievement.
Prudence and a closed fist was his personality’s widget
b’cos glory on the pitch alone isn’t his mental gadget.
Placing a repercussion of a very stiff budget
and his command, downgraded so low to a midget.
All these because he’s carried the club like a personal object
placing the short sightedness of instant glories to an eject.
Stability in his empire is now a complete project
As his winning dominance was once a European subject.
He’s now back with an intimidation which will make opposition fidget.
Back to his rank, as he wears all the colours
rising in significance after all the hurdles
heart poured out to a club glorifies him beyond a mere coach,
the riches of such dedication influences the staff of his reputation,
winning and being a champion has always been his signature.
He has once again proven it,
as the world of sports stands still in ultimate salute.
We sit in the stands and cheer for your teams...
And we see all that you give and we understand what the word sacrifice means.
You coach our sons and daughters and you give them quality time...
And you help them discover great work is done between five and nine.
You're a hero to many and a friend to a lot...
And you'd probably do it if you didn't get paid or not.
Thank you coach for all you do...
The success of our kids is a tribute to you.
TK<
THE COACH
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
Went to an alumni meeting last week
Looking for solace, the outlook was bleak
We lost a game we should have won
A total disaster to all not just some
Cries of anguish torrents of pain
“How the hell did we lose that game”
Three close calls in the recent past
Defeat was looming, the die had been cast
We were favorite to trample that team
What followed next was strictly obscene
No confidence in the coach, zero trust
A new powerful resurgence is a must
“Fire the coach, we need a new spark”
Call the chancellor a search to embark
There’ll be plenty of coaches to interview
At the end of the season there will be a slew
Most will have been fired that’s for sure
Same kind of let down we’ve had to endure
Appoint a committee to find a coaching ace
Got to expunge this humiliating disgrace
While we’re at it the assistants they must go
They haven’t inspired the team as far as I know
Need to raise cash something we’re lacking
Buy out his contract and send him packing
A new coach will cost us a hefty sum
A sales job needed to convince the alum
All must partake in any new proposal
Resources will be placed at our disposal
A few claimed it was to soon to act
Hissed and booed told not to come back
The coach (2)
All that remained were anxiously waiting
Are there any coaches, we’ve been baiting
A new coach will surely demand success
All in favor pledge support in this quest
Days later the finals were slated
Consensus was, we won’t be elated
To our amazement, it’s hard to explain
Out team executed a perfect game
I went to an alumni meeting last night
Everyone was joyful in utter delight
Many were boasting and sipping champagne
Alas we were conference champions again
We need to make sure we continue to cruise
Complete confidence in the coach and his crew
Upgraded facilities, haven’t you heard
Call the chancellor pass on the good word
Our coach is a winner to be sure
Esteem and respect for him to endure
The backers are ecstatic bursting with praise
Throw in some perks add in a raise
Extend his contract for a many a year
Act fast our rivals might get his ear
Those remarks from last week , bid them adieu
They were made by an uninformed few
Loves fanatic sports.
Games littles coach.
Short esquire ethic.
I AM A COACH OF A LITTLE LEAGUE TEAM,
THEY'RE YOUNG, AND THEY'RE SMALL AND THEY STILL HAVE A DREAM.
I AM THE COACH, NO NOT THE BEST IN THE LAND,
YES, I AM THE COACH; I'M NOT IN THE STAND.
I AM THE COACH OF ALL VICTORIES,
IF WE BARLEY SQUEAK BY OR WE WIN WITH EASE.
I AM ALSO THE COACH OF THE TIMES WE GET BEAT,
WHETHER IT'S THE 10-RUN RULE OR A 1-RUN DEFEAT.
I AM THE COACH; I HAD MY TIME TO PLAY,
I DON'T LIVE THROUGH MY CHILD FOR THIS IS HIS DAY.
I TREAT ALL YOUR CHILDREN AS IF THEY WERE ONE,
AND PLEASE REMEMBER THIS, THIS GAME IS FOR FUN.
I COACH THE SLOW, I COACH THE FAST,
I COACH THROUGH ARGUMENTS WHERE ASPERSIONS ARE CAST.
I COACH THE HEALTHY, AND THOSE IN PAIN,
I'M ON THE FIELD IN THE SUN, MOSQUITOES AND RAIN.
I AM THE COACH; I DO IT FOR FREE,
I KNOW THIS, WE WILL NOT ALWAYS AGREE.
YOU SEE THINGS YOUR WAY, AND I SEE THEM MINE,
IF THE KIDS PLAY FOR FUN, EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE.
I COACH THROUGH GOOD TIMES, I COACH THROUGH BAD,
I COACH WHEN I'M HAPPY; I COACH WHEN I'M SAD.
IT'S LIKE A MARRIAGE, FOR BETTER OR WORSE,
I COACH WHEN LAST, I COACH WHEN FIRST.
I AM THE COACH, OF A GREAT BUNCH OF GUYS,
WHO CAN BEAT ANY TEAM, AND THAT'S NO SURPRISE.
BUT IT'S NOT ABOUT WINNING OR BEING NUMBER ONE,
THIS GAME IS FOR CHILDREN, THIS GAME IS FOR FUN.
I AM THE COACH OF YOUR CHILD AND MINE,
I DON'T GET TO SHOW UP JUST ANY OLE TIME.
I DON'T GET TO DROP OFF MY CHILD AT THE GATE,
I STAY FOR THE WHOLE PRACTICE AND FOR GAMES I'M NOT LATE.
I AM THE COACH; AGAIN IT'S FOR FREE,
I COACH ONE OF MY CHILDREN, BUT YES I HAVE THREE.
I DON'T PRACTICE A LOT AND MOST DON'T AGREE.
BUT I DO THIS FOR FUN; I GUESS THAT'S JUST ME.
On arrival we kiss.
On departure we weep.
Lives so different merge.
Lives so similar diverge.
Pick me, pick me, you beg and plead
You think that you just what he need
Today, you in the game, yea!
Today you get to play and that totally made your day
But you don't love the game, you love the Coach
You're getting a home visit from Coach. Yes, he says he's coming over
Wow, you do dumb ssh for love when he's on his way
You quickly hide clothes in the other room, you throw stuff here and there. You run and tuck and when he's not around, you don't give a pluck. Clothes are here, there, everywhere scattered
When he's not around, nothing about clothes or your room even matter
You think and think and think of him
You think of 100 reasons to call him
You think of two reasons not to call
One, he's not going to answer, two, he's with that witch
Why she gotta be a witch? Cause you want her man?
There you go, when are you gon learn?
Second string on the bench, waiting again for your turn
How long will this go on? Will this ever end?
You've been waiting for a month for Coach to pick you again..Really?
Six weeks have passed, he doesn't even look your way
He doesn't give you or your name a call
She is staying in the game.
Why wait for the starter to get an offside penalty?
She's not trying to get no technical or foul out
She's playing tackle with him while you playing touch
You wait so patiently to get put in. But put you in for what? You on the bench and still getting ran over.
Don't you see, you don't mean what you think you mean to him
And no, you're not no challenge or no threat to her.
But silly ole you, still wanna be part of the team, so you try some new plays to impress Coach. Of course it's his way, cause when it's all said and done only the player that's gonna help him win get to stay in the game
And one thing I know about the game, you can get cut for no reason
There are many others trying out for your spot, but so far there’s only the two of you who are actually on the team roster
Stop playing second string, second string doesn't get acknowledged
Don't get no recognition and you don't get to meet the fam
Girl, you're not no second string material, get off the sidelines
You are not obligated to stay, you are a free agent
You deserve better, dream BIG, become part of a team
Where you won't be the Coach's player, you'll be... The Coach's Wife!
YOUR COACH AWAITS
I am the answer to the blowing wind,
in God I live, in God I'll never die.
Al things you seek to ever comprehend
are in my touch, but never ask me why.
I am the river flowing to the sea,
in hope I breathe, through God I do my task.
Whatever good you see in life is me,
though sometimes I appear behind a mask.
I am the highest mountain you may climb,
in light I show, in dark I never hide.
beyond your wildest dream, and for all time,
you beg for me, but then push me aside.
Your coach awaits, and I will take you where
the wind has blown, and it is over there . . .
© vee bdosa the doylestown poet
WHY YOU COACH?
You will have one Parent that is unhappy.
You will get a bad call from an umpire.
Your pitcher may be having a bad day.
Your batter may be scared to get hit by a pitch.
You will play a team better than yours.
But this is not why you coach.
You coach because, you want to see improvements.
You coach because, you want everyone to have fun.
You coach because, you want everyone to play as a team.
You coach because, you’ve been there and you want to give back what you learned.
You coach because, you want to pass down your experience of excellent coaching.
You coach because, you love the game.
You coach because, it’s not about you.
It’s about them!