Melanie’s poems are being read by Flicka, a new calf. It’s her first time on stage. She said she’s not afraid, because she’s surrounded by love from everyone at The Coop. Flicka and her mom were rescued from a factory farm…poems by Melanie speak to that time in her life.

He was named Robert
and he could’ve been called
Rob or Bob
Robbie or Bobby
or even Bert
(thank goodness he wasn’t called Bert)
but instead, and I never knew why,
they called him E
I asked him once what the E stood for
and he said it stood for absolutely nothing
but that is ok ’cause E stood for many things

E was all about Equality, for women and children
he helped many escape from the clutches of evil men
who had them ensnared in seemingly endless cycles
of domestic abuse

E was a enthusiastic lover of animals and
fought for their rights to simply live their lives
he helped many escape from the clutches of evil men
who had them enslaved in factories and cages
awaiting certain death

He was named Robert
and he could’ve been called
Rob or Bob
Robbie or Bobby
or even Bert
(thank goodness he wasn’t called Bert)
but instead, and I never knew why,
they called him E
I asked him once what the E stood for
and he said it stood for absolutely nothing
but that is ok ’cause to me, E was everything

 

 

Poem 2:
by Melanie

you say it is the sunshine you crave
it is shining
you just can’t see it from your dark cave

you say you need the warmth, the light
it is shining
you just don’t give yourself the right

you’re not willing to go outside,
outside yourself, outside the “comfort”
of what you already know is no good for you

you say it is the sunshine you crave
and it is shining
as brightly for you as it ever was

if only you’d open your eyes,
your heart,
your mind

 

 

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22 Responses to Melanie’s poems are being read by Flicka, a new calf. It’s her first time on stage. She said she’s not afraid, because she’s surrounded by love from everyone at The Coop. Flicka and her mom were rescued from a factory farm…poems by Melanie speak to that time in her life.

  1. Flicka, so nice to meet you 🙂 You are beautiful and did a lovely job with the reading. Thank you so much!
    (>‿◠)✌

    • She and her mom were rescued by those at the Coop. She was in bad shape but with love and the care of the chicklets and warming bunnies, she recovered. She loved your poems. She’s pasting them on her wall, by her stall. ❤

  2. Brava Melanie and Flicka! Shades of Ferlinghetti! Sigh!!!!

  3. Resa says:

    Le sniff. Petite sob, sob, as my heart breaks for the animals.
    Melanie you have written perfect poetry for a Coop Slam. You have written perfect poetry for anytime… all time. ❤

  4. equinoxio21 says:

    (Let thes unshine…)
    Repeat…

  5. equinoxio21 says:

    The. Sunshine. 🙂

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