The nonconformists decided to band.
And form a friendship club in a new land.
A new land could not be found anywhere.
Plus crazy disagreements were everywhere.
Intense yelling ensued and fighting broke out.
Nonconformity was rampant, and all about.
I did not think it would work a ringleader said.
For if anyone said green, I would have to say red.
A club was always a dumb idea, said another.
I can’t even get along with my own stupid brother.
I can’t believe I ever agreed, said a third.
Knowing I have to always have the last word.
Hello world
I'm not a follower
Unless you're trying to serve the Lord
I refuse to compromise
It's not my way, it's not your Way
To abandon an often extreme position of our attitudes
Uncompromising intransigent the oppositions
An intransigent attitude not an absence
Qualify the refusing to change our opinions or behaviour
World I'm adamant,
Devil, I'm adamant that you're bullheaded hard-nosed
Guess what, what right is not wrong
And I won't be listening to your noise-songs
Guess continually I'm gonna be...intransigent
I'm unrelenting, unyielding my cadence to these this unruly audience
I stand Affluence Conscience
Yet still, in my defence,
I refuse to compromise in sin I'll ever stand an intransigence
7/21/19
3rd Place placement in the contest
Intransigence Poetry Contest
Free verse poetry form only
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Particularly
Exasperating
undeniably
Wanting his own way,
Set in his mood
Inflexible
Unwavering
Single-minded
Determined
Obstinate
Bull-headed
Stubborn
Righteous
Bull
You hate rules,
I hate fools,
You hate school,
I hate tools.
I like pools,
You're like a mule.
Hardheaded,
Bullheaded.
Fools do not
Go to school
Fools do not
Follow rules.
Emma does right
Emma don't fight,
Why won't you
Go to bed at night?
If you won't
Go to school,
And you won't
Follow rules,
Then you won't
Know which tools
To use
For the job.
Guitar;
black slick
acoustic difficulty
for minds that show teeth
grit
defiant stand
serve as road block
in the way of raw expression
ART
bullheaded you
self made doubter
lover of fail at yir' right hand
tripping over what's left
notes chords
waiting on deck for launch
beside yir'self with holding back
somewhere
beneath hard crust
molten lava pops
pours
and subsequently maneuvers
right through the ********
to seep through
porous walls you've built
so get busy playing that Ovation
and channel some of that pent-up guilt
It is all up for interpretation really.
Such as I am a single variable but nowhere near alone.
I am quite impressionable and find myself opinionated in a bullheaded sort of way.
At the beginning of my journey with so much more to learn,
looking back on how far I have come and what truths I know to exist.
Whatever impression you have gathered, I am simply my own person different from the rest.
I am an epic variable!