General Poetry posted July 27, 2018 Chapters:  ...206 207 -208- 209... 


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I'm intolerant of intolerance

A chapter in the book A Potpourri of Poetic Curiosities

Live and let live

by CD Richards

 
I'm not a misocapnist, not at all;
what you do to your lungs is not my call.
If smoking makes you happy then
why must I be a pecking hen?
Such actions drive a person up the wall.

If you enjoy a little drink or two,
then surely that is best left up to you;
If wine produces such a beast,
then why was it, at Cana's feast,
'twas good enough to serve to that milieu?

And why the awful need for fear and dread
because of what some folk prefer in bed?
If you're obsessed with wrong and sin,
then feel quite free to not join in—
watch Jimmy Swaggart on the box instead.

I hope that you will not misunderstand,
I'm not suggesting piety be banned;
but when we focus for too long
upon things "they" are doing wrong,
could it be that our own life's out of hand?

For, long ago, I heard a someone opine,
(reportedly of origins divine)
it isn't right that I decry
the mote within my brother's eye,
and disregard the giant beam in mine.
 




Today's word: misocapnist (n.) someone who hates tobacco smoke.

Seeing today's word brought up a pet peeve of mine (yes, I know, hard to believe, but I have one or two). It is this - how much time and effort is wasted in telling every one of us what we may or may or not do? It's all-pervasive. You can drink this, but not that. You may not inhale this, but we've found something new, and that's perfectly OK. Don't eat this, it will kill you. Don't say this, you might offend someone. And don't ever even think this... am I ranting again? lol It seems not only are we all living in a nanny state nowadays, but we are all so obsessed with what everyone else can't do. Wouldn't it be great if we just worried about sorting ourselves out? Thanks for listening, your donations are welcome, and are fully tax-deductible.

My much-treasured Christmas present for 2017 is a book by Paul Anthony Jones: "The cabinet of linguistic curiosities". Each page contains a descriptive story about some obscure or archaic word. It occurred to me it would be a fun exercise to try and write, each day, a poem featuring the "word of the day" from the book.

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