A coach is someone who can give correction without causing resentment.
quote by John Wooden
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Resentment?
Resentment?
I have never met anyone,
With abilities and skills...
That expressed a resentment,
Towards anyone seeking to be convinced...
Talents they possess,
Could be used at someone else's benefit.
And there to easily access.
But had been ignored,
For another sought to address...
That left them with an impression to express.
Resentment?
How many people do you know,
Would give up their expertise freely?
To confess to anyone,
That a giving up of their unpaid time...
Had been rejected,
Without a compensation of payment done.
To allow a continuance of their peace of mind?
And this they kept protected.
Acknowledging how this was difficult to find.
Resentment?
I doubt very seriously if they had that feeling.
Perhaps relieved...
What they brought to offer to others,
Had not been dissected or scrutinized.
With a diluting done of their freely given abilities.
Resentment?
Would not be the word I'd use,
To define their state of mind.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bring Them Home(song)
verse1:
oh how I tried
to change this evil
that's taking over
too many crow
squawkin' freely
they have to go
we need to
take back the earth
and claim it for the humble
greedy hyenas
laughing with their money
creating more weaklings
the price of life
is too expensive
even the fittest will die
chorus1:
how can you ask
me to understand
your greedy tendencies
I am human too
your mistakes
need correction
need correction
need correction
verse 2:
what do you want
you need to be more practical
what do you need
it can't be greed
because you are sending life
bring them home
bring
them
home
bring
them
home
they fight for you
and not the people
I support them
bring them home
chorus 2:
how can you ask
me to understand
your greedy tendencies
I am human too
your mistakes
need correction
need correction
need correction
bridge:
I don't want your false knowledge
I'd rather be dumb
Your the scum
I am the soup
Clean up your act
And bring them home
short verse:
Bring
them
home
bring
them
home
bring
them
home
chorus 3:
how can you ask
me to understand
your greedy tendencies
I am human too
your mistakes
need correction
need correction
need correction
verse1 ending:
bring
them
home
poem by Cokbod Lodwogo
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My Direction
Perfection is my direction
Even if thats all I had
Its not like I need no correction,
I just know that lifes not so bad
Picture this, everyday,
Kids that just cant find a way,
Stuck in this erect,
Cant find hope for better days
Its our 2 generation,
Our child of frustration
In the last 30 years teenage suicide has increased 300% in north america & is the 2nd major continent attached to canada.
Perfection is my direction
Even if thats all I had
Its not like I need no correction,
I just know that lifes not so bad
When will all my problems disappear?
Am I just going crazy from the fear?
Oh why am I going far past the break
The bridge is like a way,
And I still cant think straight.
Perfection is my direction
Even if thats all I had
Its not like I need no correction,
I just know that lifes not so bad
I met my destination
Whats life to complain about?
All these aggrivations
Building till the sea fall out
Im running by, no lie,
When every time I lie,
(dont tell me without a doubt this new found luck has all run out [repeat])
Perfection is my direction
Even if thats all I had
Its not like I need no correction,
I just know that lifes not so bad
song performed by by Sum 41
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There are only three sins - causing pain, causing fear, and causing anguish. The rest is window dressing.
quote by Roger Caras
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I was involved in the color correction and the digital color correction. In an odd way, you end up making a film many times-the DVD, the archival record of a high-definition master, and so on.
quote by John Dykstra
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Pacing off the steps
At times the stretch
to the jumping board
and landing patch
lay magical
in front of me
and without real strain
I glided through the air
and a slit second
almost lasted for an eternity.
In that moment
the interaction of no competitor,
no coach,
no cheering onlooker
was with me
and the white
sand glided past
before kissing
my landing feet.
I paced off the steps
for the next long jump
and there were admiration
on some faces,
frustration and maybe hate
and fear of loosing
on others
and when I started my run
the crowd roared
before the air and me
was again one.
Sometimes my steps were out
and I overstepped the board,
or had to launch myself
from too far back
and no correction
in either direction
could bring
the absolute magic back
and the frenzy of the crowd
the sheer determination
of other competitors
was cutting like a knife through me
but when I closed my eyes
no pain from cramping legs,
no broken middle toe,
no coach or opponent
could stop me
from taking the magical leap
when God paced
the steps with me.
poem by Gert Strydom
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I manage a team, for beach soccer. I'm the coach. Player, coach.
quote by Eric Cantona
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The foolish pride
Being a kin to a coach’s owner
Sanctions me no right to ride the coach.
Yet I am foolishly proud of him
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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This year my role is clear: I am a coach, a coach to sportsmen.
quote by Anatoli Boukreev
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When I was in university, my dream was to be a coach, like a high school track coach. Not to teach.
quote by Victoria Pratt
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There are times I might coach one or two workouts a year when the regular coach gets caught in traffic.
quote by Mark Spitz
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You've got to be actively involved in the process yourself and you've got to listen carefully to what the coach is saying, take that on board yourself and implement what the coach is saying.
quote by Lynn Davies
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The Dead Coach
At night when sick folk wakeful lie,
I heard the dead coach passing by,
And heard it passing wild and fleet,
And knew my time was come not yet.
Click-clack, click-clack, the hoofs went past,
Who takes the dead coach travels fast,
On and away through the wild night,
The dead must rest ere morning light.
If one might follow on its track
The coach and horses, midnight black,
Within should sit a shape of doom
That beckons one and all to come.
God pity them to-night who wait
To hear the dead coach at their gate,
And him who hears, though sense be dim,
The mournful dead coach stop for him.
He shall go down with a still face,
And mount the steps and take his place,
The door be shut, the order said!
How fast the pace is with the dead!
Click-clack, click-clack, the hour is chill,
The dead coach climbs the distant hill.
Now, God, the Father of us all,
Wipe Thou the widow’s tears that fall!
poem by Katharine Tynan
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But at some point, we've got to have disciplined play and have got to coach better. I'm not putting it on the players. We've got to coach them to tackle and block better. It's as simple as that. If we can do those things, we'll have a chance.
quote by Steve Spurrier
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My Love For You
You are the nail,
That peirced my bleeding heart,
Causing my death,
And now my love for you will never be the same,
You are the very torch,
Yhat burned my soul,
Causing me to drown in darkness,
And now my love for you will never be the same,
You are the pain,
That beats me everyday,
Making things worse for me everytime,
And now my love for you will never be the same,
You the blade,
That cut every vein in my body,
Causing a foutain of red to flow out,
And now my love for you will never be the same,
poem by Jaqualen Roberts
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The Joy if Church Fellowship Rightly Attended
In heaven soaring up, I dropped an ear
On earth: and Oh, sweet melody:
And listening, found it was the saints who were
Encroached for Heaven that sang for joy.
For in Christ's coach they sweetly sing,
As they to glory ride therein.
Oh, joyous hearts! Enfired with holy flame!
Is speech thus tassled with praise?
Will not your inward fire of joy contain:
That it in open flames doth blaze?
For in Christ's coach saints sweetly sing,
As they to glory ride therein.
And if a string do slip by chance, they soon
Do screw it up again, whereby
They set it in a more melodious tune
And a diviner harmony.
For in Christ's coach they sweetly sing,
As they to glory ride therein.
In all their acts, public and private, nay,
And secret too, they praise impart.
But in their acts divine and worship, they
With hymns do offer up their heart.
Thus in Christ's coach they sweetly sing,
As they to glory ride therein.
Some few not in; and some whose time and place
Block up this coach's way do go
As travelers afoot, and so do trace
The road that gives them right thereto,
While in this coach these sweetly sing,
As they to glory ride therein.
poem by Edward Taylor
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I'm a bit surprised that the Raiders turned to Art Shell to be their new head coach, not because Shell isn't a good head coach - he had success before as the Raiders' head coach - but because he's been away from the game so long and the game has changed a lot in those years.
quote by Ron Jaworski
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(Writer Poem) A Correction To The Infinite Number Possible In A Life Time
Correction after correction.
On here in it's entirety is a 700 digit.
I was proud when I reached 100 on my space.
Now I'm just overwhelmed by my own thought process and how it keeps going.
It's another black blizzard and it just won't stop snowing.
I need a book or something.
To classify what some would call my poems.
To classify what I would call my obsessive ramblings.
With some more of a ramble then others.
A stress reliever with so many colors.
I know my heart and soul exist on one of these pages.
Now if I only I could find it.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Coney Island Baby
You know, man, when I was a young man in high school
You believe in or not I wanted to play football for the coach
And all those older guys
They said he was mean and cruel, but you know
Wanted to play football for the coach
They said I was to little too light weight to play line-backer
So I say Im playing right-end
Wanted to play football for the coach
cause, you know some day, man
You gotta stand up straight unless youre gonna fall
Then youre gone to die
And the straightest dude
I ever knew was standing right for me all the time
So I had to play football for the coach
And I wanted to play football for the coach
When youre all alone and lonely
In your midnight hour
And you find that your soul
Its been up for sale
And you begin to think bout
All the things that youve done
And you begin to hate
Just bout everything
But remember the princess who lived on the hill
Who loved you even though she knew you was wrong
And right now she just might come shining through
And the -
- glory of love, glory of love
Glory of love, just might come through
And all your two-bit friends
Have gone and ripped you off
Theyre talking behind your back saying, man
Youre never going to be no human being
And you start thinking again
bout all those things that youve done
And who it was and what it was
And all the different things you made every different scene
Ahhh, but remember that the city is a funny place
Something like a circus or a sewer
And just remember different people have peculiar tastes
And the -
- glory of love, the glory of love
The glory of love, might see you through
Yeah, but now, now
Glory of love, the glory of love
The glory of love, might see you through
Glory of love, ah, huh, huh, the glory of love
Glory of love, glory of love
Glory of love, now, glory of love, now
Glory of love, now, now, now, glory of love
Glory of love, give it to me now, glory of love see you through
Oh, my coney island baby, now
(Im a coney island baby, now)
Id like to send this one out for lou and rachel
And all the kids and p.s. 192
Coney island baby
Man, Id swear, Id give the whole thing up for you
song performed by by Lou Reed
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State Of The Nation
You can walk, or you can run
You dont have to be someone
I went on a summer cruise
Upon an ocean born to lose
My brother said that he was dead
I saw his face and shook my head
Can you see where we cant be
Were losing our blood in the sea
cause its the state of the nation
Thats holding our salvation
Yes, its the state of the nation
Thats holding our salvation
Oh, the state of the nation
Is causing deprivation
Oh, the state of the nation
Is causing deprivation
From my home I traveled far
I drove in my stolen car
When it broke down, I kissed the ground
cause I dont kiss when youre around
I dont find that I have been
The portrait of an only son
If thats the case, then who could tell
Where my story had begun?
Cause its the state of the nation
Thats holding our salvation
Yes, its the state of the nation
Thats holding our salvation
Yes, the state of the nation
Thats causing deprivation
Oh, the state of the nation
Thats causing deprivation
Even now, Im all alone
Behind a wall thats made of stone
I think about where we have been
And all the sights that could be seen
I know it all could be worthwhile
If only I could force a smile
Now we turn our backs to the sea
The shame of a nation well never be
Cause its the state of the nation
Thats holding our salvation
Yes, its the state of the nation
Thats holding our salvation
Oh, the state of the nation
Is causing deprivation
Yes, the state of the nation
Is causing deprivation
song performed by by New Order
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