There is a level of cowardice lower than that of the conformist: the fashionable non-conformist.
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I am a believer and a conformist.
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The Non-Conformist Conscience makes cowards of us all.
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The British cinema had been very dull and conformist.
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Consensus: axe, knife
conformist complacency
hacks protesting life.
haiku by Jonathan Robin (28 April 2009)
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The average man is a conformist, accepting miseries and disasters with the stoicism of a cow standing in the rain.
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No one can possibly achieve any real and lasting success or "get rich" in business by being a conformist.
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No one can possibly achieve any real and lasting success or get rich in business by being a conformist.
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No one can possibly achieve any real and lasting success or 'get rich' in business by being a conformist.
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Ice dance should not be seen as a rigid conformist form of figure skating. There is a great deal of freedom and originality to be had.
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Schools are generally feminine places, institutions where conformity is valued, taught largely by conformist women.
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If there is anything the nonconformist hates worse than a conformist, it's another nonconformist who doesn't conform to the prevailing standard of nonconformity.
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Metamorphosis Catalyzed
Conformist habits meet metamorphosis
at dawn when night stars pale,
or enhaling dunes on seashore.
Contrasts holoistic encourage divorce
between who sips, who drinks
Pierian spring catalyzing source search.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Conditions of Programming
If you want to wear those shoes,
Put them on.
There is no agreement of purposes,
In the first place.
You will do as you wish.
And I know this!
If you want to declare you are right,
When wrong stares me in the face.
And you want me to believe,
What you perceive.
Do it!
There is no argument.
Whatever you choose to do from now on...
That is up to you.
Conditions of programming,
Have been accepted as they are!
You see things as you wish them to exist.
And I choose to refrain from becoming a conformist.
However...
Let's come to admit,
We are both in conflict...
With the current nonsense that is being dished!
And getting out of it provides neither one of us an exit!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I wasn't able to lower my cholesterol so they put me on a statin drug. It is called lipitor. I was able to lower my level in about 30 days from above 300 to below 200.
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Yet Heard To Speak Specifically
I have never been one to hang onto,
A false sense of stability.
'Great.
Now...
Where is that coming from? '
Those who protest and their rallies.
They may not have a collective voice,
That is yet heard to speak specifically.
But one thing is very clear...
They may be declared mavericks.
But it is no mistaking they've grown tired,
Of their conformist positions.
I can not think of one thing specific,
That has directly affected such a downslide...
Of a quality of life overnight.
And yet those threatened by their elitist status,
Being attacked...
Have themselves become questioned.
And it seems as if,
Not one can lead with dependable leadership.
And...
Has of yet,
With their influence...
Corrected anything specifically,
In a collective direction that unifies.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pauline Sept 10th,2012
I may not agree with what you say, Pauline, but I like your style,
And you may cause the Ottawa aristocrats to feel all-hostile,
As premier of Quebec, you want everything in French,
But history denied it to us as we sit here on a bench.
If you eventually get to Ottawa; please ask for a thing or two?
Because we need REFERENDUMS and DEATH WITH DIGNITY too,
Because I think that you are the only one with the guts to do this,
The other premiers are silent or they don't give a shit.
It's obvious the Ottawa aristocrats want nothing to change,
Watch them appointing new senators as if it was prearranged,
The next thing will be a High-Court judge from a very secret list,
He/she will assist and be a federalist conformist extremist.
SEPT 10TH,2012
poem by James Bredin
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No Joy In Doing Wrong
there is no joy
in doing wrong
as broken is a toy
would be never strong
in seasons of strength
seasons to strengthen
your days
seasons lengthen
your ways
though you threaten
to ignore
and let go
the same season
with no reason
but joy
in (doing) wrong.
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no matter how hidden it might be, if it is wrong it will always be and one day it shall reveal its true colors. make sure you play your tricks safe or you remain a conformist that embraces their true sense of existence. lest you regret tomorrow.
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(r) opn
(c) 05.12.2011
1933hrs
***extract from 'seasons of life' december 2011 ebook
ntema's unique poetry (nup)
poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
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Two Faced People
People are two faced beings
conformist cons everything people dislike
People lie to keep their selves alive
Material is what become a necessity
this gives people that two faced entity
why must we conform to what people think let alone what they expect
no one is perfect unless your me just joking its difference that makes us unique
People have two faced one of different traits
one white one black or a latin hispanic
You can be who you want if you 'front' and conform
people forget who they
how could people loose them selves in todays world
deep in regret after every breath sucking air as if your souls a drifts
People true selfs hide friends die no one ever cries
lovers, like never last for more than one night
over the moon yesterdays faced flew.
poem by James Davis
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Illusion And Trance
We snake our way
Through the city side streets
Like adorable criminals;
We prowl as sleek as cats
To the dark bars
And dig underground jazz;
Our memories guide us
Like well-marked maps
To hidden basement retreats
Where everyone drifts
Into another existence,
Charting their souls’ evolution
To this moment of lurid experimentation.
Don’t breathe too long
The fetid air of normalcy,
Too many walk like living corpses
In this conformist society,
Everyday making down payments
On their burial plots,
But I refuse to allow this
To be my lot…
My spirit demands originality
And I’m seeking to understand
My immortality following vague traces
Glimpsed from illusion and trance
And near-death experiences.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Alone in the Crowd
Eternal subservience
To the controlled insanity
What a prim and proper reason
To wish to break away
"But no! " the "heroes" faintly cry
As you try to flee their bounds
"Why don't you enjoy it here?
Are you not fond of crowds? "
All their masks are all the same
As they expect a fine reply
But their conformist tunnel vision
Finds truth within your lie
Satisfied the huddled mass
Through life circumambulates
Leaving you with a plastered mask
And immense amounts of hate
"You fool! How could you? You were more! "
Your mind screams inside your skull
And marching to their deadbeat tune
Leaves you and yourself annulled
As the masks around you smile
It reflects onto your own
Though "Yourself" might now be plural
You are still all alone