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  Jan 2015 Kelly Rose
Amitav Radiance
Poetry,
Written with
Ink, diluted
with Ego
Is a
Lost Art
And the
Pen loses
Its sheen
Only blemishes
On paper
Poetry is
Honesty
Kelly Rose Jan 2015
Slowly clouds filled the sky
Silver lined the air
She turned her face up
And felt the first rain drops
Her tears were washed away
And her sorrow took flight
Leaving her bathed
In a silvery light
1/15/2015
In and out
Out and out
You are beautiful
In and out
Out and out
I love you
The hard way out
is to find the soft way in
to get into each other
  Jan 2015 Kelly Rose
Silence Screamz
Marked up face
I am battered
Senseless emotion
Life is shattered

Nothing clear
All is blurry
Swollen in darkness
Left in a hurry

All pain no purpose
Scares me afraid
Conquered you over
I am human made

Scars for life
Internally marred
Stand up stronger
I fell down hard

Not alone anymore
Surrounded by heart
You can not hurt me
Alive and apart
  Jan 2015 Kelly Rose
Tryst
Dashing hither, dashing thither,
Dashing in the winter weather,
John the dashing haberdasher
Dashed a hat upon his head

Not some lace cap fit for ladies,
Nor a bonnet stitched for babies,
John the dashing haberdasher
Dashed a top hat there instead!

Never had a hat so fine,
So tall and silken, so refined,
Regaled upon the daily grind
Of prince or pauper in the Strand

Ladies stalled to see it's lustre,
Swooned and swayed before it's bluster,
Fell and fainted in a fluster,
Startled by a hat so grand!

Children screamed in dreadful fright
And yelping dogs began to bite
As crowds began to brawl and fight
And riots claimed the London street

In the chaos thus ensuing,
Folks began to run, pursuing
John the dashing haberdasher
Chasing him from Strand to Fleet!

John was taken to the prison,
Chided by the crowds derision,
There to wait the Mayor's decision
On his wanton heinous crime

Charged with breaching lawful peace,
He paid a fine for his release
And ordered to desist and cease,
He left his top hat well behind

Thus is told the tale of John
Who dared to bravely dash and don
A silken top hat high upon
His noble head in London town

Heed his tale and take this warning,
When you wake one winter morning
With desire to be less boring,
Careful how you dress that crown!
Poem based on an event that occurred this day in history.
John Hetherington, a London haberdasher, is reported to be the first person to wear a top hat, this event occurring on the 15th January 1797.  The event caused a riot with women fainting at the sight, children screaming and dogs yelping.  He was forced to pay a £500 bond for breach of the peace.

First published 15th January 2015, 06:20 AEST.
  Jan 2015 Kelly Rose
Haydn Swan
Love is like an olympic torch,
it burns continually,
is never extinguished,
kept for the briefest of moments,
then simply passed on,
person to person,
lifetime to lifetime,
generation to generation.
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