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"You are ... different, aren't you?" she said, crinkling her nose.
That sentiment, spoken by my fourth grade home-room teacher
Had been paraphrased many times before
(And would be countless times again)
Different, unusual, odd, weird, curious, complex, or just plain strange
Those were the kind ones - the ones I can repeat
My favorite, however, was "unique"
The day my mother put it into that sensible little frame, I knew ...
I ... was HOME.
You see, we creative folk
Are not put on this good earth to "fit" into it
We are not molded to be a status quo part of society
But rather, set apart FROM society
Our gifts are granted us in order to change the world
Not continue the order of its mundane spin
We are interpreters of the language of beauty and ingenuity
We weave expression and imagination into what's tangible and visible
Turning ideas and emotions to the substance of words and color and sound
Bringing light and clarity to variation and choice
We are the very children of NON-conformity
Living proof that acquiescence and conventionality stifle the human spirit
We are soldiers of vision, innovation, cleverness, and inspiration
Fighting the war on commonplace, submission and docility
Battling daily in the name of ALL who are unlike the Average Joe
And bringing inspiration to the world.
So, do I think I'm "special"?
Yes, for we are ALL special ... every single human is born with unique gifts
Ours - the artistic talents - just happen to be of a creative fashion.
Yes, I am odd, strange, weird, different, unusual, and unique ...
And I am BLESSED ... to be so.
~ 4th Place ~ in the "CReAtiVe CoNForMiTy" Poetry Contest, John Lawless, Judge & Sponsor.
Conformity does not comfort me
Its friendly friends
with clown smiles,
beware of the guile,
beware of the bile.
Rambling repertoire
from a mouth of an asp,
subject matter
I just cannot grasp.
If following along
is the mission of most,
I cannot dance
and sing as the host.
The wolf on the lone path
the eagle soaring high
picket signs against tear gas
having the snow leopards eye.
I will stand in solidarity
these resolute individualists
the nature of their souls
has no conformity.
Circumstances folded my heart
Breaking almost every part of me
The part that was left
I felt would also dissipate
I picked up my pen and
Looked at the hearts of men!
Through courage and strength
I endured
I realized that no male or female should ever give up
I am the rose that grew from concrete
The composition of my life
Understood the elements of conformity
Through a brave decision
I gave up a love that became concrete
But with tenacity and flexibility
I found unity in my life echoing
A belief that could grow through anything
Because some humans represent roses that grow through concrete!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
Another winding road, another hardship.
"Builds character," they say;
Well, I must be one helluva character by now I guess.
Still I smile and laugh at myself for the little quirks i have.
Like enjoying how a sneeze feels;
Ahh, Im still alive
Living in this hive.
Being pushed and prodded to conformity;
"Get with the program," they say.
Well I've always Kinda gone against the grain
Teeth into the wind
And a sailors spiteful Arrgh! every now and then.
I love being Alive
Born to Survive
"But your my family, my blood," they say.
Right... You' ve had me bleeding for years,
And never once provided a band-aid.
If time heals all wounds ,
I'm going to live to a ripe old age.
And the Sign-post says I'm Alive.
Alive, Alive, Alive.
She had straightened her hair,
She had to seem more ‘presentable’
No longer were her curls, wild and free,
Now tamed by expected conformity
She was the only black girl in the room,
The atmosphere suffocated by others judgement,
They whisper and laugh -
Yet she still remains professional
She has no other option,
She gives a polite, strained smile
She has to keep calm,
She can’t give a reaction
She doesn’t have the privilege,
To defend herself without any issues,
She patiently waits, her eyes on the clock
Waiting for the moment prove herself for the job
Now it is her turn - she enters the room,
She sits down, then smiles at the interviewer,
She is qualified, miles ahead of the other participants,
Despite her being the most qualified, she won’t be considered
She did extremely well,
Not one stutter,
She was impressive,
But they already had a ‘diversity’ hire
A secret rule,
Is one black person,
Just so HR can’t accuse of racism,
As soon as she leaves, her resume is ripped up
I never felt I was a fool, always quick to sniff out a scam
or pick out a problematic part of an argument during a debate
I never considered myself a conformist
a fan of music, shows, and movies
that were twenty or more years out of date
Wearing whatever I wished even though it wasn’t in fashion
I had a passion for anything that was different
from what everyone else was doing
never comfortable following the crowd
Leaving the lemmings to leap off their cliffs as I made my own way
forged my own path, though it was a lonely and loveless journey
with no footsteps to follow, no way to know which direction to go
Now I look back on those days in dismay
the truth finally dawning on me far too late
I was never really the rebel I believed myself to be
They would laugh as they told me I was safe to walk alone at night
for I had no reason to fear being raped because I was too ugly
I could never become a star of stage and screen
That was all a pipe dream
for my teeth weren’t quite straight
I was somewhat overweight (though I barely ate)
my shoulders too broad, my hips too wide
my skin too pale, my hair fine and thin
I’d never be allowed in the door to audition
a single glance and they'd send me away
unless they were searching for someone to play the part of a dog
I was destined to fail if I dared to try
Even my mother would say such things so it had to be true
If everyone tells you your house is on fire
logic would say it’s unlikely they’re lying to you
Every morning when I examined myself in the mirror
my mind would repeat every word that they'd said
back to me inside my head but in my own voice
Trashing me was the in thing to do so I did it too
Where would I be today if I’d heard anyone say
“I believe in you”
the invisible threshold
i shall not hide
i shall not die
in fervors demeanors
mis-contraception
dedicate that grammar
under sheets i halt breads
nervous
nervous is samsara
the apprehension of sorrow
end sowing of silks
cursiffs
i am also finnish
regalitry and conformity
i thee web
backstrokes towards mercy
another strings pluck
without and gaunt
she labeled and i shrunk
guilded rembrandts
dethroned liberation
my carpentry
and my stones
cementing fences
learning tones
all as duty
and none as before
once again known breach
sand shall never relent
the shore is not bright
#civilrightslaws
There she was in plain view, clean, brightly colored, and not undercover.
As nice as she was, I don’t know why she was still there and not discovered.
She sat there quietly in a sales lot of an auto dealership. The only conclusion
I could draw was that she was waiting there, just for me.
I wasn’t sure that I could afford her, but I could not resist her beauty. I was happy to be fortunate enough to make her mine. So I started her wheels to rolling in the winter of 1974. That was when I bought my first car, a 1973 Maverick on that cold winter’s day.
Years later I would consider the matter, but at the time, little did I or the Maverick realize that her model in many respects represented the very essence of me. Not given to conformity or dependency, we had something in common.
She was a six cylinder and gold colored with a black vinyl top.
From Chicago to Wisconsin, she never despaired.
Through the icy and snowy trenches, I saw no flinches.
From Northern Mississippi to Central Florida,
not once did she complain, frown, or sigh.
Through the sun bleached moisture ascending through
The Gulf of Mexico, she never resisted or said no.
Nonconforming and unconventional, she shouldered a free spirit.
Unshackled by tradition, she cruised through the winds of freedom.
In the fall of 1978 with a cross on her antenna and a sticker on her bumper,
she took our young family 2000 miles to San Francisco without a hitch.
By then, my gold Maverick had served us well.
Her many miles were beginning to show and tell.
An inflated economy and high gas prices forced her to be benched.
We sold her to a dear friend in 1979, and I have missed her since.
12122016PSContest, Late August Standard, Brian Strand
The corpus millennia has crawled down the vale,
Retracting the sleek, unwieldy remnant of glory,
Into the memorial vault of the deceased perfection;
Romance with Nature in express affection
Set up structures of infinite wonder and story;
Wingless flights, finless aquatics, and sail,
Put up a collage of conformity and compliance
With the Eden-norms on the planet of reliance.
Mastery, like a potter's wheel, shaped success
Out of the clay of daring and venture ;
Finesse and goodwill brought forth the plethora
Of confident happiness, but in an aura
Of warning and threat of the nurture --
Fostering, Greed, and his kin of all excess ;
The forbidden tree put up the succulent fruit,
And the disobedient eater turned into a brute!
Battles and wars were fought for trophies inane,
While the elements have kept tracing a new map;
Fire has charred many a live greenery
Making it look like ill-painted scenery
Quakes and slides have always set a scary gap,
Like the swooping flood and the howling hurricane;
Power, pelf, and the wide stretch of win
Devastate as the victor lies in the forgotten bin.
No glib snake need tempt one now,
Since the Devil himself has chosen to dwell
In the inner depths of defiant ambition,
That leads to the dead end of perdition,
Through exploits, for the riches to swell;
Wants change and satiation never cease anyhow;
Midas, or a conqueror, is not uncommon to find;
Avarice subdues the conscience to stay blind.
Time, the grizzled wizard watches with a frown--
A little amused and often with disdain--
The similar themes and slides in rotation,
With self-centered and wayward a mutation;
The domain is lost in pursuing the gain:
Vain and rueful maneuvers, yet no crown;
To rise to heights, one need not fall,
Nor transgress equity - the bounds for all.
May 10 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Job 8-11
Key Verse – Job 9:2 I know it is so of a truth: but how should man be just with God?
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY TRUTH ENFORCER
Lord God, You are my truth Enforcer,
admonishing my heart of my transgression
Thank You for answering my supplication
To awaken me in my worldly illusion
Surely averting me from hypocrisy’s motivation.
Lord God, You are my truth Enforcer,
building my faith for righteous endurance
Thank You for blessing my fruitfulness with Your assurance
To brace me toward steadfastness-forbearance
Surely beholding me to exude joyful exuberance.
Lord God, You are my truth Enforcer,
cleansing my life by Your forgiveness-certainty
Thank You for confounding my stubbornness by Your sanctifying purity
To command me toward willing obedience with compliant conformity
Surely cheering me to feast in Your provisions’ bounty.
Lord God, You are my truth Enforcer,
directing my paths from suffering and bitterness
Thank You for diverting my heaviness toward Your gentleness
To deter me against sorrow-causing feebleness
Surely defending me from terrifying fearfulness.
Lord God, You are my truth Enforcer,
easing my soul of being weary
Thank You for energizing my spirit for the ministry
To enable me to learn from Your precepts for my victory
Surely enjoining me for service in sharing Your Gospel story.
Lord God, You are my truth Enforcer,
fencing my body and bones from ailment
Thank You for fashioning my mind for heavenly settlement
To free me against doubt and confusion-disagreement
Surely filling me with wisdom toward prudent discernment.
Lord God, You are my truth Enforcer,
granting my devotion with Your peace-constancy
Thank You for governing my goal by Your doctrine’s consistency
To grab me from frustration’s persistency
Surely giving me hope along Your mercy.
May 10, 2023