I WONDER HOW THEY CAN.

I am appalled that people often can,  
without a moment’s hesitation or  
a moralistic, conscience ridden qualm,  
chop heads off pre-pubescent nascent girls  
who have no soft apparent guiding aim  
or balm within their softened lives  
to keep them from the soft and dewy rain  
as if they were a flower’s dewy bud  
upright and straight and bent aloft to  sky  
and unaware of dangers hidden in  
its wayward trip to an abode outside  
the sun that it was on the road to die.  

Dear Baldwin,
May l know the reason why you write these lines supposed to be about the same poem.

They are not about the same poem.  They are about the same subject.  
 
Moreover,  they show you that I can write in long, fully rhythmic and charming rhyming lines that speak clearly on an important subject.  In other words, that I do,  contrary to your claims, write poetry -- indeed,  that I write things that adhere to all of the conditions you say a writing must have in order to be poetry    
 
May I know why you think that lines in which you (admittedly) have sacrificed grammar  in order to maintain a chosen meter, use inversions to get a rhyme, and are syntactically and conceptually flawed are charmingly written?

You will have to admit if you are to avoid showing yourself to be a hypocrite that what follows is a good poem:

This girl I see,  so shy and innocent
has little knowledge of her destiny.
She’s like a nascent flower’s charming bud:
a thing that’s sent by nature’s God to bloom
no matter what if soil and rain and sun
conspire with gentleness to bring her to
her natured end and are not stayed from their
behests to her by forces, fierce and snide,
that bring her to untimely with’ring death
like bitter frost and ugly pesticides.
And so to rescue her from this I try
though I myself in doing so may risk
the loss of my so well intentioned head.

since it fits the criteria (all lines of the same length that are set out in a consistent rhythm, that deal with an important subject, and that possess charm) that you say a writing must have to be poetry.  It also presents the speaker as you almost always do --- as a saint!
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Dear Baldwin,
I kindly ask you to give me your real name.

Please tell me how my giving you my name would have a bearing on whether what I say about your style of writing (or how what I have written must, by your own standards of what poetry consists of, be poetry) is off the mark.  My remarks are either valid or invalid no matter who I am.

I'm sorry,  but your request is yet another dodge of dealing with them and providing actual evidence that I am wrong in saying what I have said.