Best Coaching Poems
I am Tim
I am Tim
Tim I am
That Tim-I-am!
That Tim-I-am!
I do not like
that Tim-I-am!
Do you like
green eggs and ham?
I do not like them,
Tim-I-am.
I do not like
green eggs and ham.
CUT CUT CUT.....That's Dr Seuss's Green Eggs and Ham....now why did I start writing that...Oh I know must have been the 500 times I read it to my 4 year old daughter last weekend...I asked her older sister and two older brothers but no I did read them Dad-I-am!
A father of four and proud of them all
Youngest is still short, my oldest- he's tall
Give to them my time, wouldn't have it any other way
Playing tennis, coaching baseball or driving to ballet
Hard worker, they say, a motor that wont quit
Adapt with a hammer, chain saw or drill bit
Not afraid to get dirty, greasy, smelly or wet
Work sun up to sun down with barely a sweat
My friends are my treasures, I hold them real tight
Each one is special but they all are a delight
If they are ever in need, I'm there in a flash
Bringing comfort, happiness, and the occasional cash
I am quick with the wit and enjoy a good laugh
Not too into vanity, a quick shower no bath
I am a lover of woman and a lover of life
I am married to nature she is a great wife
Grew up rough and tumble, clawing for scraps
Volunteer, mentor, teacher, wore many caps
Wear my heart on my sleeve, shy away from a spat
Tim, Timmy, Timothy...I am who I am and that is that
I am contest
I am male
Categories:
coaching, me,
Form:
Free verse
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.
Categories:
coaching, life,
Form:
Verse
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.
Categories:
coaching, appreciation, baseball, basketball, care,
Form:
Alliteration
The Football Major
By Elton Camp
Though the big oaf can kick a football so high,
Of skills for college work, he lacks a good supply
The old saying is true in his case without a doubt
“Behind the door when the brains were passed out.”
But there is a provision that gives him great elation
Because he can always major in physical education
He can learn all about the types of sports of today,
If he passes enough courses, he’ll be eligible to play
Will he ever be eligible to get his bachelor’s degree?
If there are compliant professors who to that will see
Then he may walk out the door, sheepskin in hand
So a job coaching football he will be able to land
Then a “Master of Education” from an inferior school
And as principal, the big oaf will finally come to rule
Though a coherent sentence he is so unable to write,
Others cover up and the coach will come out all right
Those far more competent than he, the coach can fire
And in their place, some of his sports buddies to hire
What message to the students does such as this send?
It’s not what you know, but who that matters, friend
Categories:
coaching, funnyfootball, sports,
Form:
Rhyme
Her hand extended to caress my face,
to wipe the tears away.
gentle with a sense of grace.
putting back the parts that fray.
Hand approaching,
instinctive defense kicks in,
involuntarily coaching,
mind offline, nerves began to spin.
My arm moves on its own,
wrist meets hand, bumping it aside.
a movement sealed within my bone
my eyes open wide.
The flashes are back,
seventh grade.
a girl clothed in black,
unsure why she was made.
A boy about her age,
with fist or word,
externalizing his feeling of rage
making her feel unheard.
his foot against my shin
The force splintering in pain.
he will do anything to win
he has become my bane.
Fist against the locker,
inches from my face.
I hide the fear, what a shocker.
leaving just a trace.
His words piercing my skin,
hate for myself permeates,
the boundaries of what I let in,
weakening my mental states.
For a year I forgave,
each hurtful move,
I dug my own grave
wanting to prove,
(that I was ok)
The flash has ended.
My hands tremble,
thoughts are blended
my mind begins to reassemble.
I guide her hand,
his rule has come to an end
those words will no longer land,
I chose to let those holes mend.
You will no longer have power over me.
You have lost that right
why cant you see,
my soul in now light.
This is my life,
and it is a gift,
I will not fill it with strife,
From my path I shall not drift.
I am stronger now,
I've made the choice to live,
And you'll never guess how.
I chose to forgive.
Categories:
coaching, abuse, bullying, change, cry,
Form:
Lyric
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
Categories:
coaching, allegory, angst, culture, emotions,
Form:
Rhyme
"A child, more than all other gifts
That earth can offer to declining man,
Brings hope with it, and forward-looking thoughts."
W. Wordsworth
I am your grandmother.
I spent 24 years making
parenting mistakes, so I think
I'm pretty well trained now,
pretty worn down, open-minded
and accepting.
I think we'll be good friends.
At sixteen, your mother
said she was having a baby
and held up to me the blue pastic
device that tested her urine stream
like when she held up the blue ribbon
she won in kindergarten for the best
easter bunny nest made from marshmallows
and dyed yellow coconut.
Then she threw the blue device out
into the space between us on the bed,
like it was the best card in her deck,
her ace in the hole.
Your father waited in the other room
sitting in the thick silence,
afraid to breathe and miss
my response.
You and your mother did all the work,
but I was there at your birth,
Standing alongside, coaching your
mother to good contractions until
I was exhausted from gritting my
teeth and pushing too.
And your dad was there, too,
but closer to the business end
so he could be the first to know the sex.
An unsolicited psychic had told us
you would be a girl,
and when your dad was told,
he sulked all day
like it was a conspiracy
between the women to produce
only other woman.
He wanted another guy,
someone to give the men the edge,
a male child.
When your mother's body could
keep you from the world no longer,
your head appeared, eyes tightly
shut and a pout on your lips.
Your dad was watching closely,
the shoulder, the belly and then
his arms flew up in the air
like he'd made the touchdown
and he cried, "It's a Boy,
I told you, I told you,"
like he and I had placed a bet.
But then he saw how much
I could love the boy child.
I'm a pretty good grandmother,
and I think we'll be good friends.
Categories:
coaching, family, hope, life, dad,
Form:
Narrative
From Deion Sanders to Warrick Dunn
Bobby Bowden coached some of the best
Highly regarded by team and staff
The FSU coach withstood each test
With two national championships
And two great Heisman Trophy winners
Tallahassee fans basked in glory
Until the talent ranks grew thinner
Suddenly loyalty’s cast aside
Despite thirty-three FSU years
Just a few losses were all it took
To turn his fickle fans’ cheers to jeers
How sad Bobby’s been asked to step down
Glory fades fast; don’t rest on laurels
Fans want a young gun to take the lead
But he’ll never match Bobby’s morals
The coach who refused to cuss or quit
Gave Marshall his playbook when their team died
Best known for just saying, “Dad Gummit”
Bobby gave us all a sense of pride
He’s being forced out, no loyalty
Decades of worship stop on a dime
But he won’t be replaced easily
They say it’s lights out for Bowden’s time
The second most winning One-A coach
One of just four in the Hall of Fame
Bows out humbly in two thousand nine
Tossed like pig skin to the Hall of Shame
But I’ll never forget Bowden’s name
The players will miss his leadership
Bobby deserves respectful tribute
Not mean quips shot from turn-coat fans’ hips
Friends, Coach Bowden has been my idol for years. He instilled spiritual values in his
players while coaching them to season after season wins. If this poem sounds "emotional,"
it's because his ousting makes me disgusted.
Categories:
coaching, angst, sports
Form:
Quatrain
The "Remix" of 1980 and 1986 continued in 2013: The Louisville Cardinals Basketball Team had bliss,and under Rick Pitino the team did a "Remix" of 1980,and 1986! The Louisville Cardinals Basketball Team were a "Hit"! It was like a hit record had been sold,and "The Louisville Cardinals Basketball Team had received a great big "Pot of Gold"!!!Rick Pitino,and Louisville Kentucky were having pure uninterrupted bliss with the 2013 Championship!Rick Pitino taught every member of the basketball team how to be victorious in every specific position that is played when they are on the basketball court,and that makes Rick Pitino a "Great Leader" in that "Specific" sport! Rick is a unique sort when he is directing the "Basketball Players on "The Basketball Court!!!The team players switch up in positions that they play,and confuses the other team,and that makes "Rick's coaching experience gleam! Rick really does know how to direct a"Basketball Team",and win: Again,and again,and again!We had bliss in 2013 in Louisville,Kentucky! Rick Pitino did the most when he became coach:no one should rock his successful boat! It is still afloat! Rick brought "The Louisville Cardinals Basketball Team Positive Hope when we gleamed in 2013!!!
Categories:
coaching, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Bio
Coaching Little League was Dad’s greatest joy
My brother Artie always got a hit
Proud Pop would smile and say, “That’s my boy!”
I would cheer too, but then my brow would knit
It seemed unfair that I could not partake
In a sport that consumed much of Dad’s time
“Put me in, coach, a home run I can make!”
But I felt left out of the national pastime
Times had changed when Artie’s daughters were raised
Annette could pitch and Diane played left field
Their success made Artie feeling amazed
For their sports talent had another yield
College scholarships quickly came their way
It wasn’t their school grades that drew acclaim
Honors came for the way they’d learned to play
Girls finally took their place in the game
Soon our whole clan was playing together
At family parties and on holidays
This summer sport’s played through winter weather
In photos you’ll find me smiling at first base
*February 25, 2017
Categories:
coaching, baseball,
Form:
Rhyme
Soccer had a low priority at the
Annual Community Sports Recognition
Banquet and most of the other coaches
didn’t go so we always ended up
at a table with the Horseshoe Club.
Nice folk, but they were almost
as old then as we are now, and
we didn't have much in common
other than the old joke that
that close only counted in
horseshoes and nuclear bombs.
But on those warm summer evenings when I wasn’t coaching, I’d
say hello as I walked the dogs past the horseshoe pitch and it's
haze of cigarette smoke. These days. the pitch is neglected and
I can’t help wondering if they're still alive and where they've gone.
Categories:
coaching, age,
Form:
Concrete
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Positive Habits
greens, grains, fruit, and protein
I am Healthier!
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Categories:
coaching, dedication, education, food, health,
Form:
Haiku
Well I could write endlessly about Frankie my cute English bulldog,
But when it comes to being a good watchdog, she’s closer to a log.
I do however have a pet that notifies us if someone is approaching,
She has taken it upon herself to do this faithfully without any coaching.
Her name is Molly and she is a watch-bird, my fearless cockatiel,
She performs this amazing task with confidence and great zeal.
Her elegant grey head feathers stand tall signifying she’s alert,
She perches stoically on the frig, her notification ready to assert.
Living in the countryside, a security system is needed, or so I feel,
When people come to the house, Molly lets out the loudest squeal.
A different chirp for each family member, my daughter gets a loud burst,
My son on the other hand gets loud staccato chirps, they’re the worst.
Molly spends most of her time out of her cage when someone is at home,
She surveys the home flying from window to door, monitoring her zone,
Taking her job seriously, she bites if you try to stop or get in her way,
Molly has a job to do, she’s the security alarm, keeping burglars at bay.
So for a little bird seed, you too can get a watch bird that makes lots of noise.
Keep in mind, there are a few downfalls, there’s a lot of things she destroys.
Chewing windowsills, hiding jewelry and pooping where ever she may be,
A bit of a bitchy bird but what a set of lungs, a unique way to increase security.
Written by Lee Ramage
August 30, 2011
For Ryan Jackson’s Contest “Animals on my mind”
Categories:
coaching, animals, funny, bird, bird,
Form:
Rhyme
children's sports meaningful thus screaming obsessed parents coaching from sideline
12/9/2015
One liners 4 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
Categories:
coaching, children, parents, sports,
Form:
Verse
When we were young, we'd freely roam
While supervision stayed at home.
We played the seasons' major sports
On vacant lots and playground courts.
No tryouts or permission slips.
No uniforms or coaching tips.
No judges, umpires, referees,
Or grownups whom we had to please.
Whoever came could join right in.
We'd choose the teams and then begin.
No clock was used to time the game.
We played until the darkness came.
We mended balls and broken bats
And yapped and scrapped like dogs and cats.
In worn-out shoes, we'd all day run
And tanned by sun with friends have fun.
Together we would strategize
And future glory fantasize.
With candy bars as fuel we'd play
And straggle home at end of day.
We taught ourselves what's right and wrong
And how to play and get along.
We sought no trophies nor acclaim,
But played because we loved the game.
The regimented kids today
Obey whatever coaches say.
They sadly do not know how free
A game among themselves can be.
Categories:
coaching, freedom, friendship, games, history,
Form:
Quatrain