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fee-berry
English Writer, genealogist, mother, unschooling home educator, Quaker, creator in Second Life, procrastinator. No good at small talk, housework, keeping in touch with friends. Passionately for unschooling. Passionately against intolerance
We dined on caviar And famine in Europe Seemed most unlikely The world began to burn We watched the queues lengthen As the poor queued at foodbanks But our Ocado deliveries Continued nonetheless Rebellious types protested And journeys took longer Really very annoying We hoped that they’d be jailed The news was full of Amber And next season’s fashions Ukraine, Yemen and Gaza Were very far away Life went on as normal The monkeypox came to us The insects died in millions And we started then to fear Life went on as normal The sea levels were rising But that is in the future? And still the world burned Life went on as normal But food was more expensive The poor were still hit hardest And still the world burned Life went on as normal We began to see the die off We still had ***** and burgers And still the world burned Life began change as We knew we should have acted Food was getting scarcer And still the world burned And still the world burned And still the world burned And still the world burned.
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Jun 5, 2022
Jun 5, 2022 at 6:06 AM UTC
Stop NOW
If I could make a heart of sheep, Or clouds of fish in the oceans deep If I could make a heart of fire A heart of ice in my desire To tell the world of all the love That I feel soaring up above The clouds, the ice, the fish and sheep… They wouldn’t reach you now you sleep. And now you sleep, and then you’ll burn And maybe you’ll lie in an urn Maybe I’ll scatter you on the wind Or give you to your kith and kind Or bury you amongst the trees And for eternity take your ease Your spirit flying free and light To heaven and the infinite I cannot say adieu to you I need an au revoir, mon dieu I need to know I’ll see you when I leave this earth of fallen men All my loved ones lining up To pass to me the loving cup Of love I’ve given and love I’ve had And lives that made me whole and glad.
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Aug 29, 2021
Aug 29, 2021 at 10:32 AM UTC
My Heart
The house fell silent on the day he left The house fell silent and we were bereft No footsteps running down the stairs (As though invaded by a troop of bears) No hugs or kisses on top of my head No disappearing forks or staying in bed No surprise breakfast or cups of tea No sudden lectures on life at sea No rubbing my feet or hugging me quick No clearing up when the dog’s been sick No “I love you” or “love you too!” The house fell silent and so did you. We waited hoping you could survive We wanted you awake as well as alive But the house fell silent when you left And then you were gone and we are bereft. We are bereft and you are dead We can’t remember all you said All you said and all your love All that life in heaven above (You don’t believe in that we know But we hope that heaven is where you’ll go) All your creations and all your care All your mess in your private lair All your energy and all your you… And all your loud opinions too. The house fell silent on the day you left Our hearts are broken; we are bereft.
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Aug 8, 2021
Aug 8, 2021 at 1:58 PM UTC
The House Fell Silent
Our future isn’t written in stone It is written in the trees In the water In our hearts It is ever changing and expanding As our intentions As our compassion As our greed We cannot stand apart to change it We must cleave together Hold one another In our hearts With love that never changes Forge the future Forge the path we hope to follow Forge a greener destination If we lay waste to the present What will be left for those who follow on? We choose life In our hearts Or we choose ourselves Selfish desire or service to tomorrow Live the change Be the change Or consign the future to the desert FB 17.2.16
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Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 5:24 AM UTC
Written on my heart
I remember childhood panic My sister as a cowboy Chasing around the garden Bang bang, you're dead I remember that fear today Weeping over other people's children Imagining their pain Bang bang, they're dead I want to comfort them But there is nothing to say Nothing to do, nothing changes Bang bang, we're dead Guns don't **** people, they say People **** people, they say But, see, they make it easy Bang bang, they're dead 24.7.2011/8.2.2018 Fee
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Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 12:40 PM UTC
Bang bang
Lives ripped up and torn apart Men this way and women that. Children learning to regard starvation as normal. And a minute for each of the victims makes Eleven and a half years' silence. Skull-like faces starved of food, Starved of love, starved of light. Bones like cartoon skeletons Covered with a sort of skin, make Eleven and a half years' silence. Man's inhumanity to man, Didn't begin with ****** nor end It rises up and gets defeated, Though war's a poor answer for any question - as is Eleven and a half years' silence. The best memorial, the best commemoration Is not silence but shouting to be heard. Be strong, stand up for right, for others, For love, for compassion. Better by far than Eleven and a half years' silence. Fee Berry 28.1.18
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Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 7:57 PM UTC
Eleven and a half years' silence
A jumble of memories A feeling of warmth Dreamlike, escaping I struggle to wake. A cascade of snapshots Darkly edged moments A vagueness, like seeking A word in the void. A hypnotic gathering Of previous faces A channelled remembering People who lived. The here and the now Are eternally mine I cannot escape them I cannot divine. Live in the moment Love in the now Reach out for each other And never say die.
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Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 4:21 AM UTC
Past Life
It's raining tonight Smearing the light down the window as though the paint hasn't dried on the night It's raining... Is it raining where you are? I can feel the rain wet upon my face... Many miles apart You are in your eyrie alone and asleep, I am imagining you there, me there, us together, tonight It's raining... Is it raining where you are? I am hearing the rain, in my heart The moon, the same moon Stares down at me, and watches over you I take comfort from the silver moonlight falling on us both It's raining... Is it raining where you are? I'm seeing the rain illuminated by the moon, sparkling underfoot Lonely, I'm lonely Sitting here, awake, alone... longing. I am imagining me there, you here, us together always It's raining... Is it raining where you are? I love the smell of rain in the grass at night Can I take the step toward you, Out into the night? Can I take the step to another life That may mend or break my heart? Can I take you from your life, make you step lightly into mine? Can I live without you still? It's raining... Is it raining where you are? I can taste the rain, salt upon my tongue....
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May 15, 2012
May 15, 2012 at 7:37 AM UTC
Raining
These other people This other life They trip to France or Italy Or die or leave their wife These other people That other life The one I might have lived The one without the strife Those other people And their tidy lives Their tidy houses Their tidy wives Those other people And their messy lives Their dead husbands Their missing wives I find... The life of a famous actress As far from my life As those memoirs of drug runners Or the stories from refugees Fleeing unthinkable brutality. My life... Potters on from day to day No big tragedies No big triumphs... Unless a word here And a phone call there Could count as either.
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May 15, 2012
May 15, 2012 at 7:35 AM UTC
That other life
To live and let live, To know that my passion isn't your passion To allow you to believe what you believe As long as it harms no one To do as I would be done by And to wrestle with that question if you behave in a way that I never would. To love To try to see that of God in everyone Me and God is all that there is, And all that there ever will be. To try to remember that other person is God, And if He needs my help, To be there for him. To be there for me too, because Loving thy neighbour as thyself Cuts both ways. To forgive To judge not, that I be not judged Even when the culture I live in regards judgement as a skill To forgive myself also because Loving thy neighbour as thyself Cuts both ways To walk the walk and not just Talk the talk To live my beliefs and not just espouse them To show light at work Not simply to cast a shadow with it To walk in the light and lighten it.
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May 15, 2012
May 15, 2012 at 7:31 AM UTC
My Philosophy