Time

Time

~Time~

Do not
waste your time
endlessly navigating
the ferocious tides
of society’s
artificial designs

do not greet
the morning sunrise
with regret or a sigh
as you sell your soul
from 9 to 5
building someone else’s dreams
in a corporate landmine
just to stay alive

do not judge beauty
on what the media defines
to be your primary duty

because truly

your authenticity
exhibits the rarities
and beloved ancestry
of the tree that will lead you
to the roots
that bore your story

why disguise your glory?

do not build
your hopes and dreams
or grand ideals
without first
making a deal with yourself
to turn them into memories
that are real

go

live out your days
with fire in your soul
grasping your liberty
and building goals
that are brave
and wild
and bold

and know

no matter what you are told
by those with riches to behold
ALL of life is precious
rich or poor
young or old

be humble

because
when you are six feet under
when your body meets the coal
your story will remain
but not your gold

and when the time comes by
when you must whisper your last goodbyes
to the birds
the trees
and the iridescent skies

may you greet your final sunrise with a smile

because you lived a life so wild
that you are ready
to expire

© 2017 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved.

Photography Tasha Tudor, by Richard Brown

The Humble Road

The Humble Road

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~The Humble Road~

I need not want for fame or merit, precious jewels upon my neck, fine fashions weaved of lavish fabrics, palaces to call my nest; I need not want for beauty that coerces me to sell my soul, or profits of a greedy banker, hoarding all his filthy gold.

For mine shall be a humble den, a pot of tea, a window pane, a feline friend to greet me through the hours of my treasured days. A beehive’s hum shall soothe my ears as sunlight pours upon my rest; a feathered pilgrim twittering shall be the chorus I love best.

Grant me the whispers of a breeze as I sleep by a glowing hearth, a belly that is humbly filled, a heart connected to the earth, and I shall live a happy life, deficient of conformity; I’ll walk an old but gentle road, conversant with simplicity.

And when my time is withering, I’ll look towards Atlantic skies with hand on heart I’ll know I’ve lived a life that fortune cannot buy. For ours is not to plunder Earth with blindfolds fixed upon our heads; mankind was born to praise and love the path of which he meekly treads.

No riches shall ensnare my soul, for comfort lies within the land; dear Mother Earth sustains my life and swells the cup within my hand. And all I am I owe to her, the blood that runneth through my veins, dear maker of my merry soul and guardian of my precious days.

© 2016 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved.

Photo: Tasha Tudor, by Richard Brown

I am Woman

I am Woman

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I am real
Composed of unique beauty
My blemishes are symbols
Of my authenticity

Born to a society
Of many shapes and sizes
Camouflaged and urged to change
The realness it despises
A human being scrutinised
By money-driven prophets
A hostage of supremacy
A mutilated object
We mask the facets of ourselves
Deemed far too coarse to show
Through images and crude remarks
Our self-esteem is blown

A woman withholds magic
She is bona fide and true
But every day, she buries it
To pacify world views
A suffragette of liberty
Coerced into the kitchen
Collagen-implanted
And peer-pressured into bitching

Our realness entails crooked smiles
And time etched onto skin
A wild array of windswept manes
And freckle-dappled chins
Our blessed frames are formed to birth
A mighty generation
Overcome by influence
And counterfeit perfections

The arrows of conformity
Shan’t penetrate our skin
For we are REAL and we withhold
A power deep within
We are a tribe of goddesses
Built for the roles of legends
No airbrushed, twisted fallacies
That advocate rejection

We rise in our divergent hues
With timeworn hands and faces
We bear the marks of motherhood
Fierce matriarchs of ages
We carry bags beneath our eyes
And childbirth’s jagged medals
We hold no limitations
And embrace our native vessels
We claim our eccentricities
For we are born untamed
The Goddess walks in many forms
Regardless of her age

We don variant colours
And our iridescent roots
For we are valiant rarities
Not dainty prostitutes
The world is missing everything
A woman has to give
Her sweetness and her mission
To emit her peace within

Woman is black
Woman is white
Her force is truly boundless
A queen of peaceful voyages
A child of resoluteness
She is awake
She is prepared
To stand by her convictions
She is equal
She is enough
She endures no restrictions

Dear woman, you are beautiful
Don’t ever f**king change
Society is rotten
Don’t you ever suffer shame
Show off your brazen scars and curves
Your feminine artistry
Yield to the world your thunderous roar
For REALNESS is your BEAUTY

© 2016 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved

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~Silver Lining~

~Silver Lining~

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Lasso a silver lining
From clouds of sullen grey
Within a world of bitterness
There’ll come a brighter day

Although your dreams may disappear
Be brave and battle on
The skies appear much darker still
Before the break of dawn

Arise and hope for better times
And shining summer days
As twilight rests upon the earth
May sorrow gently fade

Although your pain and suffering
Seems hard to supervise
Have faith, for just around the bend
Are many bluer skies

Share sympathy with saddened hearts
Where many dreams were real
Compose the world a braver song
To help all sorrow heal

Sweep off the dust of yesterday
Just smile and carry on
The stars emerge from darkened skies
To sing their wondrous songs

The world will one day sing again
And on that merry day
The bells will ring, the sun will shine
And all will be OK

~ Amelia Dashwood © 2016, All rights reserved

(Inspired by a song by Betty Driver)

The Dawn Shall Always Greet You

The Dawn Shall Always Greet You

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If this is our one true life
Then life can complete us
It’s not impossible to discover that within every season, every month and every day
There is always something of which to be thankful
And no matter how dark the night becomes
The dawn will never fail to greet us
So, be thankful
It’s good for the soul

☽ ● ☾

~ © 2015 Amelia Dashwood. All rights reserved.