Best Manager Poems
Translating ideas through energetic muscles
and calculative minds
is his doing
knowledgeable tricks and wise options
converted to the physical for the honour and glory
is his aim.
The one at the top of the chain
possesses his own repertoire.
A personality with tactical onus
is the one and only expectation.
Catastrophic it is;
when such a charisma is tempered with
An effective philosophy gives him fame
but ambiguity in strategy wins the point
a winning atmosphere brings out his etiquette
a loss- he treats so diabolical.
Every attack is a litmus test
mental kunfu blended naturally
with physical dynamism in display
closing down angles, tight markings
speed injection, courage cultivation,
identity-showing formations with opponent-neutralizing weapons,
massive onslaught, defensive solidity and quick counters
all for a harvest of victory
coming from the equations of his thoughts
watered by distinctive motivational skills.
A team player who's always outside the line
The football Manager is he!
"Mr. Nelson, you are brought
before this very board
to answer for some variance
that cannot be ignored
your project shows completion
thirteen months ahead of time
the stakeholders are happy
and you haven’t spent a dime
normally this type of thing
is very well and good
but your forecast did not show this
as you must have known it should
this deviation shall be factored
in your pay review
the auditors have other things
that you must answer to
approval on requirements
approval on design
all seem to have gone missing
Nelson, have you lost your mind?
and what about the risk review
they’ll surely want to see
what made you think you could ignore
our methodology?
and so he spoke in his defense,
"well sir I must admit it.
it was a simple, harmless change.
we went ahead and did it".
She was the shrink
I was crazy
Depressed is the clinical name
All I wanted was a blood bath
With me as the victim
Perhaps a leap from a tall building (I’m afraid of heights)
Or a good old fashion hanging (keep with tradition)
Overdose (seems too easy)
Maybe the classic razor to the wrist (to cliché)
Gun shot to the head (to messy)
None of these would due
It needed to be creative.
I wanted to go out like Fred Astaire and Gene Kelley
Dancing madly backwards
In the rain, of all places for Christ sakes
And get run over by the A Train.
While Count Basie’s Orchestra is swinging its ass off
Or Sting is singing Roxanne.
It needs to be like a wedding, a celebration if you will
"Bon voyage Mr. Kilmer you’re off to the darkness
Send us a postcard if you can.
We understand, but if anyone can do it you would be the one!"
Then of course there’s the note…
How many people can you thank or make cry?
It would be like the Emmy’s where you get cut off by some crummy music
I mean sweet Jesus can’t a person just say a few words on his own behalf
And not have to deal with rules and regulations?
There is nothing in this world that is easy.
I can’t even die without a project manager and a caterer.
Seems like such a waste of time.
Maybe I’ll have my toenails painted instead.
Though poetic in many ways,
my other side also presents
good strengths in business skills,
and productivity that shows
command without pretense.
Assertiveness, decisiveness
take place in non-artistic ways;
accounting flair digs in
for undertaking dreaded chores
like tax returns each year.
Supportive instincts always rise
to organize and look ahead.
With honed computer skills,
investment and financial sense,
my long-term goals are met.
The rigid business side of me
helps organize my mundane world,
while the poetic me,
coordinates my soulful sphere
when poetry unfolds.
A Manager Can Tenderly Hold Her Staff
Determined that sense will hold structure and be,
Diffusing grace for many to see,
The counters and pillars bold,
Of the firm so cold:
Personal?
Hold
Your mural,
Not your sins all told;
Trust and with affection mould,
Your place in the company and tree,
Determined that sense will hold, structure and be,
eyes at the back
ears on the feet
tongue on faces
She supervisors the Salon with aplomb
Looking after her own clients with skill
Yet keeping a watchful eye on all
Trainees are dispatched to various duties
Computers crash but she handles all
Her skills as a hairdresser are renown
Yet her greatest skill is in managing her staff
With authority and yet with a lot of heart
Yes TV Guru Tabatha she would be so very proud
This lady does not need hauling over the coals
Eager to teach, to discipline, even command
Yet able to gain respect with any request
Hair swiftly swept off floor, clients seated
Clients constantly buzzing in and out as the day passes
Always a quick chat, and praising word to staff
Hiding her hidden frustration as much as she can
This is a skill she learnt through time and necessity
Coffee quickly dispatched, staff rushing back and forth
Without her enthusiasm no Awards would be ever won
This is her empire to the highest bidder she will not be sold
Yes, she is a Manager simply worth her weight in gold
Many times I entered a bank's gate.
I find descriptions of liberalism trait.
In every bank every customer go straight
But there customers enters and make their direction change.
Something is special in the corner of bank's office.
However after a long time even I noticed.
Can you Guess what is that ?
I will tell , that corner is chief manager's cabin.
That cabin can save the sinking ship of titanic.
Chief authority sits on quite comfortable chair.
But his working style is always fair.
Looks intelligent and sincere profile.
However smiling at a glance is positive style.
Laptop is always placed in front of eyes,
The table corner is surrounded by files ,
Sometimes he speaks in a innocent voice,
Where is that file ..bring it I am not able to find.
Never orders in attitude,
To his employees always shows gratitude.
Sometimes issues happens like Tom and zerry ,
But he speaks like milk dairy ,
He can resolve his customers issues in a single voice.
That's why for every customer that corner is the first choice.
Every corner of office he has to operate...
Being a supreme authority more he cooperate,
His instructions seems like polite discussions.
And discussions seems like friendly talk,
That's the reason he is favourite of his staff.
With a smile every work he handles
Everyday he becomes more gentle.
He even smile and show innocence even at complaints .
He is branch head with different liberalism traits
He arrives early and leave at last.
Than also he says it's easy task..
Every customer is welcomed but poets are welcomed with smile from the gate.
They are given special privileges , they don't need to wait.
Poets and writers are always considered, even if according to bank hours they are late.
Once a poet got pleased with such qualities of branch head.
That's the reason that poet made him the topic of her Pen.
Determined that rationality will be,
Diffusing grace for many to see,
The counters and pillars bold,
Of the firm so cold:
Personal?
Hold
Your mural,
Not your sins all told;
Trust and with affection mould,
Your place in the company and tree,
Such that yourself and your colleagues you will free.
I could build a football team for the future,
I've played Football Manager on my computer,
I've built teams that are simply spectacular,
with lots of silverware I've managed to capture.
I started off as manager of Bath City,
and Bath City played with a pity!
but a pit was around them so I chose to believe,
and that pity team did win that pit league.
I then took Barnet from non-league to the championship,
I won leagues, cups and awards on that 10 year trip,
bottom of the Conference when I took the healm of that ship,
but then I quit Barnet because Barnet lack grip.
I went to Ashton Gate because Lampard had just quit,
they were in League One and at the bottom of it,
the same league that I had just won when I was with Barnet,
who had unveiled a statute of me a week before I quit.
I couldn't sign players because of a transfer embargo,
which annoyed me because they were garbage you know,
was told 10 points from 5 games or you have to go,
won 4 drew 1 and from the relegation zone we rose.
The following season got promotion against the odds,
this really did prove that I was one of the Gods!
Won League 1 manager award for the 2nd time in 3 seasons,
but then it all went wrong for the following reasons,
it was my laptop, it could no longer be used,
I'd bought the wrong lead and the flippin' thing fused!
Do you think Pharts are Phunny
Do you shake hands, hug or play bongos
If a fellow employee pukes in their cubicle
Do you…puke also
…run away
…gag until useless
…get a waste basket in case they go again
…summon the Janitor/custodian
…ask what they had for lunch
…measure the splatter radius
…Quit – because that stink will always be there
When you sneeze
Do you…sneeze into your hand
…wipe it on your pants
…restrain it and cause possible brain hemorrhage
Have you ever
…eaten an oyster
…in the wading pool of an Aquarium
Essay Question
…What do you do if you find half a worm in your apple
I was working for this South African company,
For its Lesotho registered segment.
I wasn't of the long serving ones
But a relative new comer.
Here we were in this industry:
Sales for an insurance company.
I had something of a different style
To how things were generally done.
Small premiums with government stop order
Were highly valued and rated.
They had fewer chances of lapsing.
But I came with a different hand.
If you're going to work normally,
Not limiting your market,
You couldn't just focus on the civil service.
The policy of the company agreed with me.
My business was viewed sceptically.
I thought I'd leave the company!
All the courses we ever attended
Confirmed that I was on the right track.
The business world could also invest!
Of course, the risk of lapses was there
But that was a natural thing,
And it depended on the quality.
A prospect, a lady, wanted to invest
A really big single premium.
Armed with on the job selling skills
And sincerity and integrity,
I showed the superiority of my plan,
Compared with those from competitors.
The biggest challenge came from across
The border in South Africa,
From the bank where the money lay.
I had to be the field Marshall
Leading into battle my boss.
Not my immediate boss but his boss!
Never underestimate experience.
I saw it sparkle at crucial times
From my senior manager!
We clinched the deal, the lady signed.
The single premium left for Lesotho!
It was thitherto unknown.
It was history indelible!
I didn't verbalize about it with my boss.
I let it speak to him from the page,
Saying: "One and six zeros!"
Today the trophy sits in my cupboard!
When I was less than twenty-nine
my job was to build a pipe line.
More specifically, it was to find
pipeliners who'd work for a dime
and get the work all done in time.
I watched them and asked them unshined
questions to tickle their minds
that were often quite cloudy from wine.
Me and them men got along fine
and delivered the pipeline sublime.
What they didn't know at the time
was that I was six months shy of nine.
A manager worried about how many pens
used in a month
can barely sleep, dreaming of running out
of ink, and how pencils aren't professional-
shouldn't everything be typed now
anyway? Even this poem
is Times New Roman, pondering
the merits of Comic Sans,
while a memo is sent on behalf
of an executive vice president,
wishing everyone Happy Holidays,
but also warning of the need
for cost cutting in the new year.
From: Dollar Store Blues (Published 2022)
t's evident that you are trying all avenues to return to work and health and appreciate your difficulties and shared your complete frustration. If you are not sure what to do then you get help soon as possible. I would be grateful if you could confirm weekly contact to form a plan moving forward with both conditions and I look forward to when you can join the service that ably well”
This is the best poem that my manager can write at the time who is just as alone and dissolved.
While walking towards teenagers who hold degrees at universities, who wait and wounder at local tills. Walking, I investigate the windows of emptiness, holding couples within bars with sound so loud it hides your disappointed, so no longer is needed speech.
Without substance people are elated towards fools, without exception we forget and pretend as nothing affects us daily. A world gives order to almost every one who are convinced.
We are useless and unknowing due to a worlds appearance is of choices.
When the best poem we can write feels nothing at all. What shall we do with our lives? Willingly believe everything in life? which is real as we are inherited by animals. But how should we live our life’s? merely by conscious as it comes?
Death is stupid and unrecognised, but we are winner without “genius”, stuck with nothing to discover, there’s no unusual thoughts or popular feelings. Life has the quality of a nightmares but if you follow the general current, we could have been happy, but its’ just as easy going up the river as down.
A person who ill.
Lives a longer life.