He drew the drapes, nothing caught his eye
it seemed that yesterday had replicated itself,
only today it had chosen a deeper of gray tint.
On balance, it could have been
the color of stale puke, for the night
had up-chucked its darkness into a
sickly yellow
morning bucket of bile.
Examining his mind, he ascertained by
the laborious task of magnifying
the inconsequential
that he was not clinically depressed
just bored.
Later that day he bought a black puppy,
to remind himself that he was apparently
no longer the center of the universe,
a position he had held
to be inviolate until now.
The demotion was irksome.
He took the French Bulldog to Walmart,
claiming loudly that it was a service animal
for he had need of a dumb friend.
His new dumb friend peed on him
in the candy aisle
and generally acted like it was the center
of the universe, a notion reinforced
by its many casual admirers.
That dog was having a great day,
and by the next day he felt it was quite acceptable
to be its little helper and general factotum,
for it absolutely beats
trying to play God 7 days a week
and no day of rest.
Categories:
demotion, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Underrated Basil got a promotion
And it caused a commotion
Among luckless names for demotion
All of them restive and voicing the notion
Of An Elevation fathered by emotion…
They shall for the two wrongs raise a motion
Before the cause of their commotion:
A man you could enrapture with perfumed lotion,
That Bribery be distanced from Promotion
And Barefaced Trickery from Demotion.
Also, wages that should all please
And not a single soul displease.
Categories:
demotion, anger, business, career, corruption,
Form: Rhyme
the land of make believe sounds awfully good right now
i think i will become a cocoon within a cocoon somehow
the water will fill my lungs and i will wave somber goodbye
i will drown knowing that i gave it a real good try
now the dark clouds overtake me and saps me of my strength
the demon leeches suck the blood of my body's whole at every width and length
i consider myself a martyr for the foundation and the root of our love
though in natural reality i am but a speck of dirt in the palm of the devil's glove
Categories:
demotion, heartbroken, loneliness, lost love,
Form: Couplet
this bent crown is dipped in blood bacause
i am immune to the emptiness and the dispair
this throne is drenched in sticky misery because
i am blind to all that vision creates and decorates
it is the evening of the royal ball, and i want the bent rim of life to fall
i do not care where the destination of the impact is
i think of you, my queen, a distance away in closeness
the lights are drawn, but darkness lingers on
there once was a time when essence of your presence promoted me period
the memory of the depth of each experience causes me to release my burdens
when i come down, normalcy returns like the many splendored nothingness
i overexert myself while pressing all the buttons to freeze every momentary
thought of you
perhaps it is not worth it
perhaps i should move and just let all thoughts of you perish
whatever the case may be, you have a way of driving me crazy
darkness lingers on, but the lights stay drawn
Categories:
demotion, dark, emotions, light, lost,
Form: Free verse