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Totally un-poetic!
by JASMIN HORST E. P. SEILER
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Too bad old Ike was not alive no more to take all the I don't knowers, to the camps, around the corner of your town, the next hill, and ask them why they were silent, did nothing, stood on their conscience, I know it was a little harder in Nazi Germany, but he was right, the good folks sat on their hinds and their lapels, saw nothing, heard nothing, and maybe didn't care. I would think that of more than three hundred million Americans at least half would care enough about all animal suffering to demand fervently something be done and fast. There is now another holocaust going on a Jewish Philosopher recently said, it's just with a different species, so true . I write most of my poetry baring my soul of the concerns I have for creatures and their treatment, in the hope you my fellow poets would pass it on somehow, for most poets are kindred souls, aren't they? bless you!


 

 
 
 
You poor sweet pooch,
You look at me with eyes so big,
You’ll break my heart, I have no choice,
How hurts my inner voice,
 
No one wants you sweetie,
Too many, are there of your kind,
Don’t look at me like that, no please,
I feel as falling on my knees,
 
To beg forgiveness to hold you tight,
Go with you to that other world,
My heart it hurts to stay behind,
No comfort in my soul I find,
 
Money, not love that runs the show,
Laws with that not interfere,
Profit margins are what count,
Your stay, is costing money to the pound,
 
As long as money flows, the more they breed,
Greedy masters that gave you birth,
You look at me; give me your paw,
I hear you feel, is there no law,
 
Another piece of my heart it breaks,
Not much soul is left in me,
Hurting again a creature, why?
When will it stop oh lord, I cry?
 
Your little heart it beats so loud,
I hear, to heaven it does shout,
In my arms you lay now still,
This o God, can’t what you will,
 
Again a nurse she calls my name,
No shame there is, just work,
Look what have we here, she says,
Close she holds him, one last caress,
 
Another knife it cuts so deep,
More slivers of my heart it takes,
Thousands more to come this year,
My heart is smaller now I fear,
 
Too many every day come in,
Unwanted, wandering the streets,
Towns and city pounds are filled,
All those precious souls, soon all be killed,
 
Profit not there is but taxes cold,
So city fathers thought it best,
Gas the cheapest way there is,
How has it come to this?
 
Cries of terror wait for death,
Of loving creatures large and small,
Huddled tight and fighting breath,
So profit margins we could bless,
 
No tours of children on an out,
No bragging place this is,
No one knows, or shouts out loud,
Their cries not heard, by the common crowd,
 
Now let me ask, if your heart it really cares,
And a candidate asks for your vote,
Press him hard to change the laws,
The law, that hurts a gentle paw,
 
Truly press him hard and deep,
To close down breeders, puppy mills,
Press him hard insisting still,
Might get your vote he will,
 
And if you truly really care,
This story you will share,
With all you know, so they might too,
Make effort what to do,
 
If still you hear a cry of fear or terror,
In the lonesome of the night,
Make a nightshirt of your soul, wrap it around yourself,
And the soul that in the pound you found.©17/11/2010
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Reviewed by Patrick Granfors
I actually saw advertising in Missouri where puppy mills are rampant, criticizing a bill up for public vote, protective of the industry, under the guise of doing harm to legitimate breeders. Stupid. Just stupidity and greed. Your message is clear. Patrick
Reviewed by jude forese
moving, real and extremely effective ....
Reviewed by Mr. Ed
Too many every day come in,
Unwanted, wandering the streets,
Towns and city pounds are filled,
All those precious souls, soon all be killed

And yet, very few human beings seem to care at all,
They still buy the pricey pups at shopping malls;
And when the novelty is gone, they dump them, too,
That picture and your poem, should make all feel blue.
Reviewed by Liana Margiva
EXCELLENT!!!!!!!!!!!! VERY TALENTED!!!!!!!!!!!!! GOLDEN WORDS FROM VERY KIND HEART!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva
Reviewed by John Flanagan
Jasmin,
I have no words here, no words.
Too much, I'm just too soft, can't help it.

John
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