"demotion" poems
Another Graceful Mentor guides my Side
To ensure my Skills fly in Good Respect
Those Rivered Words; Service and Satisfy,
Two Stone Codes to keep Clients out of Debt
And fortunate I was to keep this New
Thanks to your Report of Knots I un-weave
Press well on Speed; But keep Quality true
To hear Smiling Faces before they leave
I'll keep my Silence; And Pray all goes well
As the Bond between in Profession last
A Basket I learned from your Talents sell
With hope that Demotion will come to pass.
All which I gathered, I'll keep in my Bank,
The worthy Deposit your Aid I thank.
Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 2:56 AM UTC
I get scared easily.
And I always have persisted to allow my mind to be torn out when I let it affect me.
They say, "Worst case scenario is rare." in most situations.
I have yet to seek why they ignore worst case, become it, leaving nothing left for the worst.
Habitually it creates an aggression with associates: replacement and correlation.
Without me noticing inevitably.
Behind.
This shadow that follows, desires its personification;
Consequently the main man must fall,
He will dissipate towards the rock where the one before him stood.
Rather take a spot of one greater, it is that of less higher.
A demotion of sort.
In order for it to transpose into progression, a compromise is of order.
The compromise of time, itself, playing the waiting game - (let us back step)
…replacement…correlation…
The understanding of this is of which I no longer feel that emotion;
It is configured by the other, making a statement which is unrecognizable.
So much, not even I, the speaker, can do anything to prove to you what I mean.
--For keeps sake--
This is no where near a poor pardon for my actions.
They are far from a credible stature. Far from a pity fete;
Indeed a fare apology is in par.
Yet this is a means of report to say in far value: worry.
It is of pure arrogance that I state this claim. Keep this in mind.
That I fear the replacement emotion shall take place in fair time once more.
As the tail is coming back again, second time to be specific.
And your steps in self-fulfillment climaxes,
The steps to which I take are mimicked to that of the first tail.
(The apex forms and your entitlement proclaims its spot.)
I wish it not, to be furthered in my rut.
As of the annum before, was explained by dis-valued ties.
This is not to which I think.
It is your confidence which speaks and separates your feet.
Placing one foot in one path, far ahead from the other.
As I stay with the other, while the other one is altered.
Being free as it walks along with out I.
I wish for an ignoring of replacement, and to this I will forcibly try.
For you, my love.
Jun 29, 2012
Jun 29, 2012 at 5:48 PM UTC
There was this season for many reason
A failed ambition or bad decision
Too much subtraction, no single addition
Pictures of low resolution, everything in demotion
But surely... Life must go on...
Days of self damnation because of wrong position
Flowers that need attention for admiration
Head that was full of delusions that needs calibration
Victims of disqualification without any consolation
But definitely... Life must go on...
Minutes of demoralization, hours of depression
Roads of devastation no clear relocation
Eyes shed in repetition because of hard reason
Goodbyes to all special persons for their final destination
But simply.... Life must go on.....
Written: October 23, 2014 at 11:35 PM
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 7:39 PM UTC
Sweet liars and their sugar coated lies…
Root from their heart and branch out in the skies…
Their innocent souls and deceptive eyes…
Their polished shoes and branded ties…
In the beginning they seek your attention…
The next desire is your affection…
By recital of their past and rejection…
Either from them or from other direction…
“Don’t sympathies sweetheart, I am a strong man… Okay”…
“My heart comes free with this ring and bouquet”…
“Say yes, my love, we’ll plan a holiday”…
“Let’s go shopping for your lingerie”…
The candles are lit and the dinner is served…
The charm and chivalry is observed…
His scent and accent leaves you unnerved…
He is definitely the prince you thought you deserved…
Ah! And you fall in the trap and love as well…
Dreaming of him and his tempting propel…
You talk of him and his stories you tell…
Of the vamps he dated and your own love spell …
He has your trust and you are happy high…
His kisses and touch you can’t deny…
“He loves me so much” you amplify…
You light his nights like a firefly…
Now when you feel the bygones are supplanted…
The road gets a little slanted…
When you are more often taken for granted…
His fluctuations show the doldrums are planted…
You inspect the change and the causes aligned…
And come across the love texts enshrined…
You feel shattered and maligned…
The way you are portrayed and opined…
You demotion as ex is celebrated with a raised toast…
With his new flame and he playing host…
You embrace your strength with care utmost…
His vows and love , haunting you like ghosts…
You want to cry till you paralyze…
Blaming thyself for this jeopardize…
The arduous task to analyze, summarize and self sterilize…
From these sweet liars and their sugar coated lies…
~Kathaa Kirti
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 4:25 AM UTC
I wanted to write about
all of the emotions
that sit inside
my un beating chest
but perhaps I'll sit still
and ponder the demotion
of the feeling they have left
Because we don't always get
what we're asking for
and even if we are left
looking for more
We wander beside
a wordsmith
begging for his left overs
even though we don't know
exactly why we crave it
***I'll just ask this?
What are we writing for?***
See, because we like to fight
and the words don't
come out right
It leaves one of us
laying, on the floor
those upon the floor
see the cracks
we'd like to pour
our angst
into the ground
*We're the ones
that miss all the fun
whilst laying down*
So, hopefully you'll remember this
sitting on the bed,
even with your legs spread
I wasn't standing in between
your text message
to your next squeeze
I'm just going to be
mistakes you can't erase
so easily
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 4:07 AM UTC
The butterfly flutters in the skies
looking for a mere complication
to a place where the sun smiles
below the daily mediocre waves
where all tunes same frequency
the multitude parades in lines
sinking in unproven priced lies
moving all along in a rollercoaster
In upward current the levelled high
In downward demotion the trips
As we drool on the bonded chains
In upheaval of lame indecisions
Casting all there is and there is not
Must we sacrifice all we have got
The body that chooses to give and live
A soul in forests waiting to soar
A mind carrying more than it bears
On this holy ground that sink below
where faith is grass that withers
and hope is a rainbow that fades
The blooded paths painted in red
oozing confusion and utter misery
Shall we wait for the embellished heroes?
To teach us how to be and survive
Police bark and robots deployed to shoot
Civilians protest on injustice and inequality
we all beaker and peck the sainted patch
Humanity is our freedom and grace
a tapestry blended by colours and cultures
a oneness painted and screening liberty
The authentic texture of raw love and truth
tainted by patriotism and indocrination
Networks channel and harvest poor yields
whilst we beaker with heated controversies
I, you, we all breath the same scented air
Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 3:41 PM UTC
Expounding on the concept of energy in motion
Compounding to the group like skin does to lotion
Surrounding myself with strangers an commotion
Heart pounding at my nerves with tepid demotion
Abounding to the waves just like riding the ocean
Confounding my words and their goal of a notion
Astounding even myself with this crazy devotion
Resounding thoughts change to words in e-motion
People watching through the glass
Just Inches away, but worlds apart
Remind myself, this too shall pass
Want to quit before I can even start
My mind is muddled as I contrast and compare
I"m left utterly befuddled, as I accidentally stare
So many thoughts in my brain I'm dying to share
I"m alone, I can't believe we breathe the same air
From a rowdy loud crowded bar
To a franticly crazy coffee shop
Stuck on a cramped subway car
En route to a lounge on a rooftop
They will stick to all their clicks
Avoiding all direct eye contact
Like momma birds to their chicks
How dare I even think to distract
May as well be a wall of bricks
Cementing the non disclosure pact
I wanna break the wall down
Demolish all of the barriers
Black, white, yellow, or brown
We"re all red blood carriers
Waves of freedom reigning down with power
Comfortably numb standing under the tower
Free of thoughts on the rocks amidst the ocean
Have nots drift away down a hole with e-motion
Adeptly wading among the chaos and disorder
Decisions being weighed as I stand at the border
Cold and motion less frozen into absolute solitude
Old is all relative and my energy is finally renewed
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 5:36 PM UTC
Kinda fainted Friday nite,
De doctor, he come, he say,
"Son you done
give us a genuine affright."
De doctor, he come, he say,
"Son, it's the end o' day,
Get your **** in bed straightaway"
"Here's what you be needing:
twelve tablets of hourly salting, no halting
eight hours bed rest, no dreaming,
four gallons o' tap water, drinking,
no stopping,
***"and for god's sakery,
cease and desist from
this writing,
poetry nonsense fakery."***
Weakly, I protested,
"My poems are the waste products,
the excretions of salt water tears,
a thousand years in the making,
dreams foretelling and retelling events disturbing.
If not removed, disinterred by their inscribing,
these poisonous emotions,
shall surely cause once more
my fainting and falling demotion."
He frowned, de doctor, he was perturbed,
his medical thinking cap was for sure disturbed!
With sighs that made my heart to be a stirring ,
De doctor, he come, he say,
held forth as following, quiet murmuring:
"Here is my prescription:
if you musting,
but with strict limitations it be enforcing:
*No more than four po-ems
De doctor permit to be writ*
per hour."
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 10:37 AM UTC
Tonight the very notion that steals my mental devotion, is that chance play a motion in that commotion concerning whether one receives a demotion or a promotion
To be lucky or unlucky! It must feel a little yucky, perhaps a bit sucky, that your ability to forsee outcomes is a tad mucky
You might play your hand and find your decision be grand, or life may demand that you be reprimand, where things may not go as planned as you receive a backhand
Hell you may just strike gold, where you luck begins to unfold, where your wealth was withhold, it may just so happen you behold your gold increase eightfold!
People like to be upset due to all the others they've met who don't seem to sweat and carry no debt, people who fret thinking they deserve a corvette or a big shiny jet that they'll get when they win the grand luck roulette.
Still I think that it shows that even if life blows, when the sky fills with crows and your luck seems to have froze, luck is just a fact of life that nobody knows
With the good comes the bad, with the happy the sad, with the boring the rad, that luck is quite a fad
Just know that whether you're hung out to dry or live in Versailles, whether you hit the bulls-eye or things go awry, have everything money can buy or just barely scrape by, you just can't deny your life is at the mercy of life's invisible die
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 12:45 AM UTC
Singing is the best emotion
By this sorrow can be demotion
A singer feel the all feelings
Deep wound can be healing
I am also a singer
Songs dance on my finger
Yes ! I can feel your break up
You don't want patch up
I am singing my pain
Just decreasing my strain
You are also a singer
Even though you could not mingle
Cast your all troubles
Shake hands n get marvelous
Just you feel me
And please heal me
I am singing my grief
I can't tell in brief
Let's back
And give me Jack
Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 7:02 AM UTC
No music, no friends,
Just a notebook,
Myself, and a pen
Under the purple sky.
Never again did I beg
For the sake of watching love
Run on white legs
Under the purple sky.
I traded distortion for reverb
With one gas tank
And earrings with birds
Under the purple sky.
I brushed aside wrong answers
In favor of questions
To watch a team like dancers
Under the purple sky.
I don't regret the ocean,
But standing by that pond
Was both devotion and demotion
Under the purple sky.
Feb 15, 2011
Feb 15, 2011 at 7:24 AM UTC
Never eat humble pie
I will tell you the reason why
they never give you commissions you see
most just expect it.. boy they take the ***
Don't go to the Co's like that
stick that in your pocket ,,, your cap
don't you go in too smart
he will think you are a prat
Remember to stand straight
and for god's sake don't look at him
this could be a promotion or demotion
never eat humble pie and don't look at him
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 5:58 AM UTC
*
*It is in my fall is your rise
It is in my dark is your light
It is in my lows is your high
It is in my small is your BIG
It is in my loss is your gain
It is in my night is your day
It is in my humiliation is your appreciation
It is in my descent is your rise
It is in my poverty is your wealth
It is in my begging is your charity
It is in my moon is your sun
It is in my clouds is your rain
It is in my internal is your eternal
It is in my stagnation is your flow
It is in my desert is your ocean
It is in my decrease is your increase
It is in my small is your large
It is in my hungry is your eating
It is in my cry is your laughter
It is in my absent is your presence
It is in my sleep is your dreamZ
It is in my heat is your cool
It is in my fire is your water
It is in my dusk is your dawn
It is in my blame is your forgiveness
It is in my sufferings is your help
It is in my last is your first
It is in my few is your many
It is in my slow is your fast
It is in my vulnerability is your empowerment
It is in my victim-hood is your assertiveness
It is in my earth is your sky
it is in my idiocy is your smartness
It is in my minus is your plus
It is in my foolishness is your cleverness
It is in my heart is your mind
It is in my despair is your hope
It is in my evening is your morning
It is in my end is your beginning
It is in my shrinkage is your expanse
It is in my silence is your talks
It is in my prisons is your freedom
It is in my solitude is your wander
It is in my unknown is your famous
It is in my sinking is your floating
It is in my ignorance is your education
It is in my demotion is your promotion
It is in my trivial is your importance
It is in my injustice is your justice
It is in my indignity is your human rights
It is in my leaving is my staying
It is in my being lonely is your friendships
It is in my sadness is your merry
It is in my dive is your soar
It is in my crawl is your flight
In is in my valley is your mountains
It is in my exploitation is your sustainability
It is in my rebel is your loyal duty
It is in my defeat is your success
It is in my scarce is your abundance
It is in my failure is your achievement
It is in my rejection is your acceptance
It is in my dislike - there is your adoration
It is in my retreat is your advancement
It is in my "against" the world is your "for" the world
It is in my dead is your alive
It is in my NO ONE is your everyone
It is my amateurishness is your professionalism
It is in my leaving is your arrival
It is in my slumber is your awakening
It is in my ugliness is your beauty
It is in my end is your beginning
It is in my end-note is your prelude
It is in my worst is your BEST
It is in my death is your birth
It is in my bitter is your sweet
It is in my blame is your praise
It is in cursing me is your blessing
It is in my timidness is your bold
It is in my being weak is your strength
It is my being at bottom is your being at top
It is in my idleness is your busyness
It is in my tears is your smiles
It is in my captivity is your LIBERTY
It is in my sad is your cheer
It is in my child is your adulthood
It is in my innocence is your maturity
It is in my adolescent is your aging
It is in my gulp of helplessness is your courage
It is in my spark is your lightning
It is in my destruction is your creativity
And over and above all what is said and written
It is LOVEz understanding and realization of YOURS
That WE are two bodies and ONE SOUL
OUR togetherness makes us YIN-YANG
It is in my veins is your blood
It is in my pulse is your breathe
It is in my womb is your cosmos
It is in my heart is your soul
It is in my LOVING you is YOU LOVING yourself
It is in my LOVERz is your BELOVEDz
It is in ME is YOU is me*
*
Oct 11, 2019
Oct 11, 2019 at 10:21 PM UTC
Somethings in life is just a symbol.
All the power they process is run by others.
The Pope is the symbol of faith.
But anything, he propose is control by other voices.
Similar to the Queen of many countries.
Where the Prime Ministers makes the powerful decisions?
We notice the symbols most in beauty pageants.
Where the women are required to act under certain provisions?
And any controversial move create a demotion.
It's strange.
It's true that many we think would be the most powerful.
Are just there for the people.
Parents seems to be more stronger to make decisions of their own.
And yes, parents operate under certain restriction.
But nothing more than the positional symbols.
It's better to president.
Where you can veto proposals of Congress?
If they refuses to agree half way.
Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 6:52 AM UTC
The sad reality
Isn’t really
That real
A demotion
To different dimensions
Is as demented
As intended
Demolition
My mind divides
Life
To “this and that”
Dementia
No recollection
Of this dimension
Built my own
Reality
Is the only casualty
In delusion
Illusions are fact
Until revealed
Like a magic trick
Exposed
But eyes
Have no hand
In wisdom
Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 12:59 AM UTC
When critics pierced my tar skull with pieces of ice drumming! Not a single missing shore could be reached without being so shipwrecked! Vermet-digging careerists threw killers and daggers, and the merit became caressing puppets because they could get an opportunity from Being to start something that had begun again! Anointed redeemers could not keep the Order, and the guarding prophets also slept and listened in silence instead of their Judgment words!
Thick-necked and small-style stici pups were plowed in narrow mouse paths; to become unfaithful natives to demotion who is Man because to stay?! Boiling jampec squirrels and disco kittens are making their way up the donkey ladder of the fashion trend, while their hazelnut brains are getting narrower! Even the proud civis proves only by text and not by his deeds; insane, no-man's-house Aarnoks get the job first because they know: the brain-shrinking **** has become fashionable! - Wrapped in flag jacket wings, you can't make a difference with a single garaboncia!
You can only run and tolerate like you know your loss! He who has constantly professed his convinced Truth is all being branded a treasurer and trampled wherever he matures! Lampshade is all about preparation! A worthy accomplice may still be skillful, but he cannot catch scapegoat mice! Rats zigzag between familiar pairs of eyes and easily betray each other when it comes to getting them! - In the channels of the night ether in the Eve costume, Angels parodying with single-stranded petal bodies offer their superstitious charms; perhaps they unconsciously imagine that they can get to know anyone in this form! Is the time of the guardian heads of families wasted?
Apr 11, 2021
Apr 11, 2021 at 3:03 AM UTC
the smooth stay hard shape
brings pleasure so deep
vibrating emotions letting me escape
relaxing, soothing, enabling me to sleep
but how I miss that weight on my thighs
skin on skin, irregular motion, then sudden explosion
deep breathes of emotion that is my prize
poor old bob is heading for demotion.
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 7:17 AM UTC
My tears have caught in my eye sockets,
Far back where they cannot pass.
I yearn for the temporary relief of their flowing,
But that relief would not last.
Once the tears dried up,
Resolve trickling back into my mind,
Self-hatred would be the only feeling,
The only thing I would find.
So, crying is not worth it,
Though I feel ready to explode.
I have run far from my past,
When the tears always flowed.
To return now, to break down my wall,
Of cold, placid emotion,
I think that would be a fall,
Some sort of pitiful demotion.
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 12:37 PM UTC
So, I've noticed recently quite a peculiar phenomenon.
Something that just seems to go on and on!
A tricksty little notion-
Nay, a bumbling fuss of a commotion!
A devotion to emotion which only leads me to conclude-
I live my life in Slow Motion.
Now, I say this carefully as I dare not intrude upon uncertainties,
But my tactfully concluded analysis leads me to believe-
That there is something wrong.
Some sort of a emotional paralysis, a general lethargy?
Which then turned on its head leads to the greatest irony as it does not drive me to a blurred insanity of speeding through events unimportant to me.
It leads me instead to-
Inaction.
Like an important section of urgency in me shut down-
Leaving me the lenient mercy of being able to look around and talk the talk and walk the walk and chalk up all my defects and errors to be fixed-
To something that can be done later.
But how does swallowing this apathetic little potion lead me back to that silly old notion of living life-
In Slow Motion?
Well, you see when you watch a train wreck before your eyes-
You realise that you won't risk your neck for any old prize related to that. It should be good, really good.
But seeing through your own lies isn't much of a prize.
It's much more comfortable to sit back and take the flak for hack that you've become.
An innocent witness to your own crime-
One who does not have the time for going back to their prime.
It's much better to live in this-
Sublime existence-
Where resistance is met by complete indifference.
And like a bystander I watch events unfold.
And it is this, my companion-
The emotionless ocean's erosion of a what used to be a stalwart bastion of emotion.
The forceful implosion of what used to be a joyful explosion.
This demotion to lowly groveller no other person could sate themselves on.
This is what leads me to believe that silly little notion-
No matter how big the commotion-
That I live my life-
In Slow Motion
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 12:35 PM UTC
Love. Every time you seem to be up for a promotion demotion sets in. Wasted emotions I call this love in motion. A singular sphere not the shapes it's portrayed to be. Love. you always seem to come full circle just with different vessels to take captive for some time. Love. You never really die as the saying goes you just move along to the next loving soul. Soulless of a man I talk to you love you striped me of your grip and left me wondering if this is it. love.
-Angel Torruella.
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 10:04 PM UTC
I found my sanctuary
In the bottomless, raging sea.
I sank as I grew weary —
Reached its bottom with my bare feet.
Free of motion,
Evading commotion,
Ceasing devotion,
Dreading demotion.
This is a resignation;
I serenely grow my gills —
Neither weakness nor damnation,
Just a soul worn out from flotation.
Jul 9, 2025
Jul 9, 2025 at 10:07 AM UTC
A world suspended in demotion
Devolution devours all entity and creation
The entirety of existence,
Reduced to the mere ridicule of trivial things alike.
Much is at stake, and yet nothing.
A staleness of fire-like flare,
Stranded in demise.
Endless plight, and compromise…
And I wonder what begins my day.
How I summon the power to stay,
O’, and how we endure decay.
Now, the music we knew devours the sun,
The outro of all this begun...
Meanwhile,
Underneath the waters stream,
Many a restless dream,
Hung, distorted and bereaved,
On the fumes of a memory.
Meanwhile,
Underneath the waters stream,
Many a restless dream,
Hung, distorted and bereaved,
On the fumes of a memory.
The world is gathered in breath,
And soon a day will dawn.
When everything else is gone,
When the willows awake,
Daylight shall break,
Over the vacancy that bonds the ends of you and I,
Beyond the reach of things unknown,
Beyond the endlessness,
Alone.
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 4:18 PM UTC
It shape-shifts
Almost recognizes me for what it once was
Yet love now hides behind guarded eyes
Hardened to safeguards and boundaries
Close, but measured
Each interaction separated with caution
Breathless not but held instead
Demotion
Gives falling in love a new name
Jul 5, 2023
Jul 5, 2023 at 12:42 PM UTC
When you sight your frame,
You see blossoms and the holy grail,
The musing tamed,
Where the terms of beauty may exhale.
Its arduous to believe,
What fate has trawled you along,
Until you heave,
That"s when you prolong,
Prolong all the utterance made,
But then you say no to the notion,
It's hard to bare yourself afraid,
Though, little did you know that letting go would be your relegate and believing in the geniune and the beauty of your soma breaks the demotion.
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 1:34 AM UTC