Yesteryear

Yesteryear

DmIrcPluVsA~Yesteryear~

once upon a golden time…

we suffered
not without a fight
we stood
for what we felt was right
and fought
against relentless tides

we saw our faults
with open eyes
we searched the stars
for far-off life

we strived to keep our human rights
and rescued nations from demise

we waged a war against starvation
ousting fascists of damnation
oil was not a stipulation
used against our liberation

children did not want for more
tabloids did not favour war

we drafted laws
and proclamations
to support
not starve the poor

we mastered science
cured diseases
revered life throughout the seasons

read the verses of dead poets
and aspired to grasp
their meanings

life was lived with little debt
giving alms with no regret

we spoke for those
who could not speak
unsheltered by the internet

we welcomed knowledge
not disdain
we revered champions
not the vain

we fed our families
love and virtue…

values lost to video games

we nurtured plots
with stainless seeds
without prosperity or greed

we passed on wisdom of the ages
through the roots of ancestry

we recognised our strengths
our weakness
prized divergence
praised uniqueness

loved the land we stood upon
hands on hearts
we rallied on

we fought for one
and won for all

we valued age
from young to old

we did not want
or crave the fortunes
of a banker’s filthy gold

we stood in solidarity
in times of deep austerity
we helped our neighbours
readily

and did not scare so easily

we listened well
admitting failure
taught good manners
and behaviour

ate our greens
and valued Nature

life back then was never greater

© 2017 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved.

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

By The Gods

By The Gods


By the Gods, I am free
To unfurl and be me
In a land formed of patience and silence.
By the land and the seas,
I compose my heart’s dreams
As I walk on a path formed of kindness.

By the whispering leaves,
I grow close to the trees
As they humble my soul in their presence.
By their time-stricken boughs,
I abandon my shroud
And unburden my mind of its penance.

By the mountains, I rise
To cerulean skies
And such beauty, my eyes cannot fathom.
By the bright stars above,
I know genuine love
As their magic unleashes my passion.

By the moon matriarch,
I unbury my heart,
For she nurtures my soul and my being.
By the light that she shines,
I can sense The Divine
On the path that my spirit is weaving.

© 2017 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved.

Image source: thedarkangel.co.uk
Photography by Lunaesque

From Dawn to Dusk

From Dawn to Dusk

~From Dawn to Dusk~

My soul arose to symphonies,
Upon the growing light of dawn
And all at once, I felt at ease
As stillness saw my spirit born
Unto a brand new thirsty day,
Beneath the day-blind stars above;
My limbs unfurled to golden rays
And vested plans of peace and love.

Today, I’ll seek the peace I crave
In floral meadows built of bliss,
For on this day, I am no slave,
No robot chained unto a desk.
I’ll hop upon a gilded cloud
To seize adventure for my day;
I’ll urge the sun to drop his shroud,
To pour some light upon my way.

In verdant fields, my soul shall sing,
In ruthless winds, I shall not shy,
For secrets buried deep within
Shall rise and free their desperate cries.
I’ll wander over distant dales,
Below a jewel-encrusted sky
As sorrow sheds its sullied veil,
My withered soul shall freely fly.

On rolling hills and raging seas,
On deserts far and mountains high,
My inner joy shall carry me
And all life’s misery shall die.

As twilight trills her closing tunes
And blackbirds steal into the dark,
I’ll sit beneath the sallow moon
To share the secrets of my heart.
Upon the dusk, I’ll whisper thanks
To all that thrives in Nature’s hands;
I’ll thank the stars – their loyal ranks
And all that rests upon the land.

And as I lay me down to sleep,
I’ll be reborn unto the night;
The moon shall have my soul to keep
Until the morrow yields her light.

© 2017 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved.

Phoenix Rising

Phoenix Rising

11998826_913619322051306_1777547489879236911_n~Phoenix Rising~

O, to live a humble life
A life that fortune cannot pawn
Beyond the twisted fallacies
Of hoodwinked fools with egos torn.

To walk where fleeting ravens caw
In pastures free of mankind’s sting
To live each day considerately
Beside my muse, the feral wind.

To seek out life’s philosophy
Without a pre-recorded script
Below a pool of glistening stars
I’ll be the master of my ship.

To meekly live beyond
The countless burdens of society
Upon a solitary path
Regardless of propriety.

Life vexes me to comprehend
Why liberty is steeply priced
I long to claim what is my right
To answer to no Lord or Sire.

To sense what is invisible
To confront false realities
To live each day, remembering
It is my birthright to be free.

Society may pity me
Though I seek nothing more than bliss
Is it too hard to recognise
A phoenix rising from the depths?

With open eyes, I’ll spread my wings
And flee the flames of wretchedness
Upon my path, I shall withhold
The key to my own happiness.

© 2017 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved.