Yesteryear

Yesteryear

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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

Rise Up and Fight Again

Rise Up and Fight Again

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Sorrow drops a sullied shroud upon a tear-stained globe;
The colours of the universe then fade to ashen tones;
The fleeting birds misplace their joy;
The stars die in the shadows;
The cattle bellows frantic cries across the barren meadows;
The roses wilt;
The traffic calms;
The kettle holds its whistle;
The sorrows of humanity unfold in growing ripples;
The fiddle plays a mournful tune;
The pendulum stops swinging;
The girls and boys desert their toys;
The telephone stops ringing;
The desperate moans of exiled ghosts roll through the blackened plains;
The moon obscures her radiant bloom and tilts her head in shame;
The postman holds his jolly tones;
The dog hides in his bed;
The radiant hues of blissful Junes withdraw their rosy reds;
Throughout the world, a sea of hope rolls through the hollow lanes
And whispers to humanity,
“Rise up and fight again.”

© 2017 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved.

Image: ‘Feel’ by MartaSyrko
Source: martasyrko.deviantart.com/art/feel-367596700

Bridges of Defiance

Bridges of Defiance

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Behold! The foolish CEO that rests upon his throne,
Passing absurd policies and theories of his own.
Hark, the cries of Westerners appealing for salvation;
Watch him pulverise the slabs that built a noble nation.
The rabid wolf will gorge on hate and sever half his pack,
While ambiguous servants plunge their knives into his back.
The tyrannised and downtrodden shall form a grand alliance
Built of solidarity and bridges of defiance.

© 2017 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved.