The notion of performance
Isn't the trait of nature
The notion of performance
Doesn't belong to nature
What differs machine and science
We will find out with no razor
The notion of performance
Isn't the trait of nature
Logic and sense reforming
We do understand the danger
The sharp edge with minimal factors
Encompass does not complexities
Black or the white your judgement
Versus makes truth your unethical
What for do I need your zeroes
What for do I need the ones
Computer and I play Osiris
Repair your imbecile stance
Is their job MY computer
Shall we to cook the cook
Removing associations
Will we be using spook
Bark my friend with tail at cars
They don't care about us
Veterinary cloud choose you
Or adopt the pet
Drink water from the bottle
I will produce the set
Milk fat
the older lady asked for help
she requested a gurney for her dog
two veterinary assistants went out
with a gurney
this dog must have weighed three hundred pounds
his body and head were enormous
he was strapped down in five places
wearing a muzzle
I was thinking, “Brutus, Goliath, or Samson”.
What is his name? The receptionist asked the older lady.
“Flower,” she replied.
Fleas, ticks, and parasites are the bane of pets and pet owners. They require medications. It is a well know veterinary fact that to administer medications to a dog is simple: “wrap it in bacon and toss it to the dog”. Cats, however, are much more medication savvy and resist the idea that descendants of Cleopatra’s litters need any. Thus, the dilemma, send the cat back to Pharaoh or battle the ferocious Fang and Claw Master. He assembles the towels, the eye droppers, the welding gloves, sends out a prayer request, and proceeds. To date he believes he has been successful as the cat is still stalking the neighborhood. He understands the cat as he will take no medication “willingly” and is a complete “joy” when visiting his doctor's offices. He also understands the dog as he too loves bacon.
John G. Lawless
©4/29/2023
Many people pamper their pets
Love them so much
Treat them as small children
A dog with a diaper on
For cleanliness
A dog with a mask on
For hygiene
A dog with clothes on
For tidiness
A dog with dog foods
For nutrition
A dog goes to veterinary
A specialist
To pets they pay a lot of attentions
Maybe they deserve
How about their own children
And the oldies
Don't they deserve more
Sometimes children are left to the nurseries
Sometimes oldies are left in the old folks home
And their pets are always with them
Always being attended to
I'm lost
Does God says anything
About this discrimination
I wonder
Rhino poachers often hunt at night
When the Rhino has poor eye sight.
These prehistoric creatures
Cannot distinguish human features.
But with a well-developed sense of smell
Fortunately they can always tell
When danger or a poacher is close,
Thanks to their sensitive nose.
Every horn that they take back,
And Rhino body that they hack,
Is yet more money in their belt,
To which no sentiment is felt.
Subsistence Poachers who randomly
Kill, fit a less important role,
Their profit cannot compare,
To syndicates with international flair!
These professionals are sourced
From a military career,
Using weapons and tactics that
Inflict unimaginable pain and fear.
Rhinos are darted from the air,
Without hesitation or human care.
Some Rhinos are found still half alive,
And veterinary surgeons rush to help
Them survive,
But could these same people perhaps
Be involved and accept,
These horrific acts, could they in fact,
Be suspect?
Will Rhinos become extinct,
This is a worrying fear,
Statistics do indicate that this scenario,
Is realistically near!
REPOSTING FROM A POEM 2018 WHEN I JOINED POETRY SOUP
6/25/21
Always tread carefully
Among spoiled or fresh dairy
On either side of any estuary
Days and nights where the weather varies
Can't be focused on the unnecessary
Must be in my genes, call it hereditary
All this other is temporary
And secondary
Thought for once, I could achieve something legendary
Lately, I've been spending most of my time at the cemetery
The air of death carries
An eeriness, Don't go digging things up
Certain things are best left buried
It's just something I shouldn't have to bring up
"Hello" Is there anybody there?
Doesn't anybody care
Part of my career has been in veterinary care
Beware
In life it's just never very
Fair
Been in a rut since February
Most these rappers soft serve Ben and Jerry
In her heart, she knew the truth.
And its nefarious root.
In a raging storm of wrath.
And, so she took the wrong path.
"Mame Blackwell," he said.
A shiny Eagle in her hand he laid.
"My wife is in need."
"I beg that you do heed."
"She screams out your name."
"And boast of your fame."
The baby is twisting her inner"
And the light in her eyes grows dimmer."
"He said, " I tried to talk her out of being cared for by a Negress wench."
His face was grim, not so much as a flinch.
From the agony of his condescension, she put a plan at play.
She follows him as he leads the way.
Under the impulse and retrospection of veterinary pedagogy.
The acute stress in the room was her burden wholly.
With skillful strategy, she guided the baby into a world of many ills.
But there was no fight for air through his tiny nostrils.
No shrills.
His face was nearly purple and his chest was still.
copy 2016
We went out to dine on this past Sunday
To a drive-in where we would eat in the truck
That is the guarded way to safely play
Settled in the last space, next to the muck
in the dumpster, by the scent I'm struck
When I rolled down the window, pressed the red
button, I told my husband we need to move
to get away from this stench, so we fled
Next door to, well, let's see if you approve
Veterinary Clinic, did the stench improve?
Windows up, facing the busy highway
Enjoyed dining out in nice fall air
Watching cars and trucks, wispy clouds, the array
Autumn's display, an ebony crow where?
In a brown tree, flies away with flair
Written: October 19, 2020
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
English Quintain..No set meter..Rhyme Scheme ababb. 2 to 5 stanzas
Contest: English Quintain
Cooking sick in different tastes
All these doctors
Eating money is routinely happening
The one’s in veterinary
Eating their own patients
All what’s heartening!
GREEDY POACHING
Rhino poachers often hunt at night
When the Rhino has poor eye sight.
These prehistoric creatures
Cannot distinguish human features.
But with a well-developed sense of smell
Fortunately they can always tell
When danger or a poacher is close,
Thanks to their sensitive nose.
Every horn that they take back,
And Rhino body that they hack,
Is yet more money in their belt,
To which no sentiment is felt.
Subsistence Poachers who randomly
Kill, fit a less important role,
Their profit cannot compare,
To syndicates with international flair!
These professionals are sourced
From a military career,
Using weapons and tactics that
Inflict unimaginable pain and fear.
Rhinos are darted from the air,
Without hesitation or human care.
Some Rhinos are found still half alive,
And veterinary surgeons rush to help
Them survive,
But could these same people perhaps
Be involved and accept,
These horrific acts, could they in fact,
Be suspect?
Will Rhinos become extinct,
This is a worrying fear,
Statistics do indicate that this scenario,
Is realistically near!
A young poultry farmer from Stoke
Found all his hen's eggs were laid broke
The animal doc
Said show me your cock
And the veterinary nurse had a stroke
The Royal Army Veterinary Corps
A horse riding course
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad author
& A Poetry Soup honourably mentioned poet.
When I learnt to ride a horse!
First, I fell off of course.
That was while the horse was still.
On the flat not on a hill!
Then the horse began to walk.
So did I, as fell of course.
Quickly I soon did re- mount.
As the instructor, at me did shout!
Then the horse began to trot.
Rise and fall I did not.
Well actually I did rise.
As fell again to my surprise!
Then, at the canter we did go.
Of course I fell again you know.
Bruised my pride and lost my hat.
The instructor was not pleased with that.
Then, finally, at the gallop we did go.
Blimey that speed was not slow.
I beat the horse, but to be fair.
Only because I flew through the air!
I class this as a, ' cowboy,' poem as they ride horses, don't they?
RAVC stands for the Royal Army Veterinary Corps, when I joined the army I had to learn to ride. Although my chosen work was training dogs. After all they are smaller than horses, Less dangerous or or so I thought . And the best thing there was not so far to fall off. lol.
How calm, how cool aah!
In the queue of betel jackfruit, mango garden
Happiness run with family
Paddy area and the mustard field.
Baisagu arrived in our village
Beautiful dance of joy, welcome
Village to replay around parties
Kham jotha thorkha playing.
Aah! so glad to live in this
Parties to the action
Great brother to help
Birds keeps rearing cattle, pigs.
Does harvest crops in the ground
Golden and green coloured design on clothes made in weaving,
Waterfall in the lake while fishing jekhai
Deer and wild boar hunt.
Waterfall behind family run
Oh! how beautiful
With beautiful gardens
Made in the field of veterinary.
World of wonder in nature
Full of joy and pain, in my village
Fight to live every moment!
How calm, how cool.
My existence is a thorn
My extinction at the tip of Africa’s horn
Please forgive my deep rooted scorn
For the poacher’s gun I am born
Torn – unknowns to me – I’m a healer
My death brings wealth to the dealer
Ton – sold on the black market – into slavery
Betrayed by my very own life-giving veterinary
I could never see beyond my nose
Who, when, why I’m attacked – God knows?!
You report on my, “Endangered species” – death sells
Like the syndicate – only interested in my gross sales
The Fanatical Dog Lover
By Elton Camp
Dog ownership has much to commend
Fido can be a companion and friend
From his master, he will never swerve
Giving love even when it’s not deserved
This isn’t written, canines to condemn
But to rebuke any too devoted to them
Sue is one of those about whom I write
Her several dogs are a shame and a fright
Her husband works to get what they need
She spends far too much buying dog feed
Their veterinary bills are a major expense
It makes her husband wish he were hence
Sue tells him that her dogs are her delight
To begrudge spending on them isn’t right
Plus, she thinks that he shouldn’t care
That the house is rife with dog hair
On their bed, Sue lets the dogs sleep
But poor hubby mustn’t say a peep
And just as she’s done many times before
Sue finds there is room for just one more
For in the classified an ad does say
“To a good home, a dog to give away”
Her husband gives out a disgusted shout
Packs his bags and angrily moves out
Sue says, “To do that there is no excuse.
For one who hates dogs, I have no use.”
Before the poor fellow finally re-wed
He decreed, “No dogs in house or bed!”
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