Last night’s Easter Poetry Slam…

Last night was very exciting.  The sing-a-long lasted for over an hour.  The entertainment was marvelous.  The tumblers did a wonderful job and the trio sang IMAGINE, by John Lennon and I WANT IT ALL, by Queen.  They sang songs about baby chicks, lambs  and bunnies, rhino’s and mice.  It was a lovely experience.

The poets, as always, where a big hit.  Honey, Lois, Lester and The Flying Chicklet were on stage and these are their poems.

REALITY
by Honey

life changes all the time
the humans try to push the animals out
they take their habitats
their food and water
they think everything belongs to them
even our bodies and coats
they take and never give
they don’t have the chicklet spirit
in their hearts
that’s why they are so mean
they don’t know how to share
and see the beauty in everyone
and everything
animals never take too much
I wish we could fit all living things
inside The Coop
all living things
except the humans
then we could all be happy

BUNNIES
by Lester

bunnies are our friends
they work in the hospital
and in the nursery
they are never too busy
to warm someone
or to help others
bunnies are soft
and loving
I’m so happy to have them
as friends
I’m so happy they live at
The Coop
WE LOVE BUNNIES

POWER
by Lois

Chicklets have power
the power of kindness
the power of love
the power of sharing
and seeing beauty in others
that’s no small thing
Chicklets love everyone
they are eager to learn
to teach
and to care for each other
Chicklets save lives
they fight back
and rescue others from
Factory Farms
Chicklets are political
and they are willing to
do what needs to be done
to help those in need
I am proud to be a baby Chicklet
I realize how fortunate I am
I promise to always be a good
Chicklet and fight
for what’s right

WINGS
by the Flying Chicklet

Our wings might not
get us off the ground
but if flight is all you dream about
you can find a way to do it
never give up on your dreams
unless it makes you unhappy
then get a new dream
because it’s silly
to waste your entire life
moping around
but if you want to fly
you can do it
even if you can only fly
in a straight line
it’s still flying

After the reading, Lois told everyone they could see her Double Helix in the Science Lab, if they felt like walking over there.

The poets, there were ten of them, were applauded loudly and there were ear-splitting peeps, chirps and whinnies.

The dancing started, once the seats were pushed against the walls.

 

 

 

 

The Poetry Club did an outstanding job…

The Poetry Club was a huge hit at the Chickmas Eve party.  They are always one of the highlights but this time they had tightrope walkers in the background, so everyone was thrilled.

Kitty Kitty’s poem was about stray and feral cats.  Here’s what he said…

Strays and Feral’s

by Kitty Kitty

strays and feral’s are hungry
they don’t understand love
or kindness
because they never had any
their lives are hard
they die young
open your hearts to them
provide food
water
a safe
and dry place for them to sleep
they are beautiful
and need help

A lot of the chicklets were crying after he read his poem.  They’ve seen how difficult life is for those who live on the street and their hearts were broken because they can’t help everyone.  Kitty Kitty was a feral cat who was hit by a car.  The chicklets found him and brought him to The Coop, where he learned what kindness was.  He was afraid at first, and it took him awhile to trust anyone, but the Warming Bunnies were there when he woke up and the chicklets sang to him and told him stories about the brave cats who lived at The Coop.  The cats visited him everyday and finally he slept through the night and started eating.  When he was better, the chicklets asked him to stay with them forever and he said that he would.  Now, he’s on several committees and an important member of the Poetry Club.

Jason, the Guinea Pig was found on the side of the road, where the people he lived with dumped him, when they no longer wanted him.  The chicklets found him and brought him home.  He was healthy, so they took him for a Gondola ride on the Duck Pond and gave him a lot of cookies.  Here’s his poem.

Love

by Jason

I didn’t know what love was
until I found my real home
I was kept in a small tank
but here
at The Coop
I am free to move about
and go anywhere I like
I am treated with respect
and valued for what I can contribute
I am the happiest Guinea Pig
in the whole world

Everyone applauded and flapped their wings, when Jason finished his poem.  He’s such a happy being and he’s a fabulous poet.  Everyone loves him and he’s on may committees, including the weekly paper, where he has his own column.

Jade, who always wears green, was next.  Here is her poem.

Joy

Everyone talks about the lack of joy in the world
but I’ve never known anything but happiness
I was hatched at The Coop
and I have been loved from the very beginning
I wish everyone could have what I have
if they did
the world would be a wonderful place
and no one would have to stay away
from humans
because if humans knew how to love
they would never kill and eat us

There was a moment of silence for all the animals who have been tortured and slaughter by humans.  There was no applause but there were a few sad peeps and a wing flap.

Springtime was next.  He was rescued with his siblings and mother, from a Factory Farm.  Here’s his poem.

Gratitude

by Springtime

I am grateful to everyone at The Coop
for saving my mother
and my brothers and sisters
from a terrible death
I am grateful to the Warming Bunnies
and to the chicklets
I am grateful to the hens
and to the roosters who went after
the bad people
I am grateful to all of you
not only for saving us
but for never even thinking about
not saving us
for putting your own feathers on the line
to bring us to your home
for all that you have done
and continue to do for all beings
today
On Chickmas Eve
I am truly grateful
thank you

Everyone was cheering and crying, even the hens.  Someone started passing cookies to everyone, so they would calm down.  The rhinos were sobbing, along with everyone else, not for Springtime’s gratitude, but for those they were unable to save.  Those at The Coop take rescuing others from humans their main goal in life.  The cookies helped and then they sat down and were ready for Bats.

Bats and his friends roost in a cave at the back of the property.  They lost their home when humans visited and raised the temperature in their cave, and bats started to die.  The chicklets told the bats to come and live with them, so they did.

The Cave

by Bats

our cave is dark and cool
it’s beautiful
and safe
it’s perfect
and we love it
our cave is our home
we are happy there
thanks to the chicklets
Merry Chickmas

The chicklets were so happy.  The dogs were barking, the horses were stamping their feet, and the DJ put on some Chickmas music.  Music that was written by the Music Committee.

The gray bird and Sandra were not reading poems they were simply walking the wire.

Another wonderful Poetry Reading on Chickmas Eve.

Thank you for taking the time to read their work.  The chicklets send Chickmas peeps, chirps, and wing flaps.  They also ask for your help.  Help strays and Feral cats.  Please don’t eat animals, or harm them in any way.  They send their thanks.  So do I.

Oops…Gray Bird just said she has a poem.

Flying

by Gray Bird

I love to fly
I wish everyone could do it
I can see really far
when I’m in the air
and it’s fun
I like it best in the summer
my wings get cold
when I fly in the winter
so do my feet
but flying is great
I thought you’d want to know that
thank you

 

 

what we teach…

 

the
world
is
the
way
it
is
because
of
the
things
humans
choose
to
do

 

we
pass
violence
from
one
generation
to
the
next

 
we
are
not
only
violent
to
ourselves
we
are
violent
to
every
living
thing
on
the
planet

 

people
believe
they
are
protecting
their
children
but
children
are
being
taught
cruelty
violence
and
death
every
time
they
play
violent
video
games
watch
films
about
war
and
killing
and
every
time
they
put
the
flesh
of
a
tortured
dead
animal
into
their
mouths

 

 

every
time
they
are
allowed
to
believe
that
those
things
are
a
normal
part
of
life
we
teach
them
to
be
violent

 

 

and
then
we
wonder
why
the
violence
never
ends

 

Okay, so…

I saw the title of a TED talk today, about how CLIMATE CHANGE ISN’T FAIR.  I guess the speaker was going to talk about how rich countries can fight what’s happening and the people in  poor countries will starve.  I have seen predictions from still others who say that there will be water and food wars, with richer countries being overtaken by those who have no food.  There will be wars in the most literal sense of the word.  But I didn’t watch her talk, the synopsis told me enough.

The thing is, I wasn’t taken with the issue of climate change but the idea of fairness.  Who EVER thought that life was fair?  What’s FAIR about it?  I’m not just talking about the fact that men have all the power, that rich countries use all of the resources and have “everything.”  I’m talking about fairness in general. What, exactly, is fairness?  Who decides what it is and how is supposed to be handed out?  The very IDEA of fairness is ridiculous.  There is no fairness.  Fairness does not exist.   All over the world some kids live and others die.  Some adults live and others die.  Some have food and others do not.  Some are born white and others are not.  Some are born male and others are not.  Some live where age is respected and others live in places where it is not.  Some people love same sex partners and others do not.  Some have blond hair and blue eyes and others do not.  Some have money and others do not.  Some go to school and some don’t even have schools.  Well, I could go on and mention everything, like houses vs boxes, etc., but you get my drift, right?

Life is an accident.  There are no guarantees.  Color, wealth, education, is often a simply the joining of egg and sperm.  Many people are born into the slums, huts, apartments, houses and castles. Prince Charles didn’t do a single thing to be Prince Charles.  It’s normally not something one can “attain” through hard work and by eating your veggies.  Wealth has the ability to keep others down and “that’s not fair.”  It’s not fair that men rape and beat women and children, or that many people of color can’t get jobs, education, or decent housing.

Nothing in life is fair.  It’s the silliest thing I have seen in a long time, to give a lecture on how climate change, ONE MORE THING WE ARE DOING TO OURSELVES, isn’t fair to people who are already poverty stricken or will be, as the water continues to rise.  Does ANYONE think that life is supposed to be fair?  Again, what does fair MEAN?  Here’s what the dictionary tells us:

fair 1 |fe(ə)r|
adjective
1 in accordance with the rules or standards; legitimate: the group has achieved fair and equal representation for all its members.
• just or appropriate in the circumstances: to be fair, this subject poses special problems.
• archaic (of a means or procedure) gentle; not violent.
• Baseball (of a batted ball) within the field of play marked by the first and third baselines.
• Baseball pertaining to this part of the field: the ball was hit into fair territory.
2 (of hair or complexion) light; blond.
• (of a person) having such a complexion or hair.
3 considerable though not outstanding in size or amount: he did a fair bit of coaching.
• moderately good though not outstandingly so: he believes he has a fair chance of success.
4 (of weather) fine and dry.
• (of the wind) favorable: they set sail with a fair wind.
5 archaic beautiful: attractive: the fairest of her daughters.
• (of words, a speech, or a promise) false, despite being initially attractive or pleasing; specious.
adverb
1 without cheating or trying to achieve unjust advantage: no one could say he played fair.
2 [ as submodifier ] dialect to a high degree: she’ll be fair delighted to see you.
noun archaic
a beautiful woman.

Did that help you?  “without cheating or trying to achieve unjust advantage….”  LOLOLOL  Oh, sorry, did I just laugh out loud.  And I love the fair daughter and beautiful woman part.  No fair or beautiful sons, I guess. That’s soooo not fair.

Look, PEOPLE, usually rich, older, white males, decide what’s FAIR.  They always have.  We make this garbage up. Nothing is fair.  It just is what it is.  Minimum wage is decided by those same horrific men who hold people hostage and intentionally keep them in poverty.  There’s NO REASON FOR IT, other than the fact that they want poor people so they have workers, no competition AND MORE FOR THEMSELVES.  Yeah, well.  if you’re waiting for your FAIR share, don’t hold your breath.  Climate change isn’t fair…that just cracks me up.  Just curious, how many countries do you think would help America if She was in trouble?  I think there would be parties everywhere in the world, but maybe that’s just me.  Once people found out we couldn’t support their countries anymore or ARM them, so they could KILL us later, they would have no need to smile our way any longer.

Bottom line…the dictionary doesn’t have a good definition of what fair means because it’s a word that is absolutely MEANINGLESS!  Hey, I’m just sayin’.

Poets Juliet and Sage

The after breakfast poetry session has begun.  Juliet and Sage were first up and here are their words.

LOVE IS FOR EVERYONE by Juliet

love is for everyone
not just for humans
for everyone

 

love is for
birds, cows and bunnies
it’s for lizards, snakes
and horses

 

love is for
lambs, crickets and mice
it’s for dogs, cats
and chicklets

 

love is for
wild animals, turtles and frogs
it’s for worms, ants
and goats

 

love is for everyone
humans are the only ones
who don’t know that

*

VALENTINE’S DAY by Sage

valentine’s day is for hearts
please have one for animals

From the fabulous: Wordifull Melanie

A poem for the chicklet poets 🙂

I love your spirit and your loving hearts
I love your celebrations and your love of the arts
I love you each and every one
for all the things you do
You always have so much fun
and make a difference too!

¯`•.•´¯) (¯`•.•´¯)
*`•.¸(¯`•.•´¯)¸.•´ ♥
☆ º ♥ `•.¸.•´ ♥ º ☆.¸¸.•´¯`♥

Thank you so much Melanie.  I love this and the chicklets are all jumping up and down peeping and chirping their thanks.  ❤

FGM…A TED talk…by a truly wonderful speaker

There is SO much I want to say about this issue.  But I’m too angry to write anything that would be anything BUT SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS.

PLEASE SIGN THIS IMPORTANT PETTITION

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Thank you for this link Sara.

Guilt…

Guilt is only good for one thing…getting people to do what you want them to do by manipulating them in ways that make them feel BAD.

Never buy into guilt.   People who use guilt to control others should feel guilty for being people who use guilt in the first place.

It doesn’t matter who tries to make you feel guilty.  Do not buy into it.  Live your own life.  If people are unhappy with YOUR choices, that’s THEIR problem, not yours.

Guilt is a nasty and hateful weapon used against others so that people can have their own way.  Walk away.

FIGHTING AND KILLING for PEACE can never makes sense…

This soldier is a child’s TOY.  We TEACH VIOLENCE and WAR and don’t often think about it.  Children are around when the news is on, when people talk…they hear and see violence as a way of life.  It’s on TV, it’s in their SCHOOLS, on the playgrounds.  It’s everywhere.

Slam poetry

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Quack

Time is running short, so there was a poetry reading early this morning.  Clarise, an activist duck who works to stop the pollution and poisoning of water everywhere, was up and did a wonderful job.  Everyone has a lot to do for the party but things are under control and a good time is being had by all.

Ducks

I
might
be
just
a
duck
to
you
but
take
a
moment
think
it
through
I
live
on
water
pure
and
clean
as
long
as
I
swim
way
up
stream
pollution
poison
kills
our
kind
but
humans
they
don’t
seem
to
mind

so
raise
your
wings
your
heads
your
beaks
let’s
stop
the
humans’
killing
streak

Goat poetry

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Poetry Slam

Billy the Kid and his friend Thomas, the hedgehog were on stage tonight.  The crowd loved them.  Well, Thomas didn’t do anything but they loved him just the same.  The paper flowers were made by the Paper Flower Committee, so thank you to chicklets Marie, Gerald and Sunny.

GOATS

we
are
light
on
our
feet
and
we
do
love
to
eat
we
make
very
good
friends
we
like
chicklets
and
hens
so
please
don’t
misjudge
us
instead
try
to
love
us
because
goats
have
feelings
too

and
so
do
hedgehogs

thank
you
very
much