My Poems

Having written and performed as The Big J in the 1980s, Janine started again in 2014, after a brief interlude of around a quarter of a century.

Froms sonnets to villanelles, limericks to ballads, the occasional rap and plenty of straightforward rants, serious and humorous and sometimes both, here is Janine's verse.

Battle Scars

Penicillin
is killing
the infection.
Inspection
revealed
it's healed.
I brandish
the bandage
removed
from the wound.
My breast
undressed.

Flexible Friend

Her weight is great
her line is fine

Her heart is smart
her spine's aligned

My friend can bend -
we're not sure when

She planned to stand
back up again

 

 

Seasonal Solidarity

To all the junior doctors
who showed their guts and spine

Picturehouse and Ritzy staff
in unity combine

The posties, drivers, guards and all
who chose to fight not whine

Season's greetings from the poets
on the picket line

 

 

Waiting

Free tea and coffee 
from the volunteers 
today.

Four older folks 
sitting on the row
of chairs along from me 
looking like they'd love
a nice cuppa but might
struggle walking round 
the corner to the main 
waiting room to get it.
So

Clue

1 down
Disordered file's easy,
Begs us around about
Those little things that make us happy
(4'1, 6, 9)

Plain and quick
Or painful and cryptic
Make my mind tick
Flicking pen, click

1 down
Fifty-one iron's
Limp as super eels
Troubled by those small sources of cheer
(4'1, 6, 9)

Brain ache
Coffee break
Come back later
Procrastinator

Winter of Love

Rather to my surprise, this little poem of mine won a place as a 'featured entry' on Hour of Writes for the theme Winter of Love, and will be published in its magazine, Ephemera:

'Tis the season for reckless folly
To deck Mr Hall from Accounts
For showing you how his sausage rolls

'Tis the season for making out
You've a large and loving family
With perhaps the odd eccentric

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