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.

Janine's poems have been published in numerous poetry and other journals and websites, including Algebra of Owls, South Bank Poetry, the Daily Mirror, PUSH, Confluence Medway, Screaming Violets, Poetry24, Solidarity, Stand Up and Spit, Hastings Independent, Freedom, Women’s Fightback, Rising and TenFootCity; and in anthologies Spies4Life, Poems for Jeremy Corbyn and (forthcoming) Dark Bones.

Taking Refuge

It wasn't like this 
When they first shared a kiss
Her heart aches it.
He tells her she's weak
She's a failure, a freak
- And she takes it.

He tells her to say
That all is ok 
So she fakes it.
He shouts in her face
So that she knows her place
- And she takes it.

Reflection

I vote Conservative -
That's the last time 
I tell you.
The reds would wreck the country.
I don't believe that
Austerity is wrong.
Scroungers and skivers
Are the real
Problem. The Conservatives
Will tackle the economic
Mess Labour left. Taxing the rich
Punishes wealth creators. Stop blaming the
Millionaires, attacking hard-working people. 
Sod the

Book Reviews as Haiku

Essential reading
Communist Manifesto
A work of great class

Arguments Yard by
Attila the Stockbroker
A life of ranting

The Establishment 
A leftwards look into the
Overton Window

Ashcroft's Call Me Dave
Sold 'cause its protagonist
Knobbed a dead pig's face

Dying to be Slim
A full-fat fantasy by
Abby Beverley

Justified

This week, two reports found that the actions of Officer Timothy Loehmann in shooting dead black 12-year-old Tamir Rice in Cleveland Ohio on 22 November 2014 were "justified".

Tamir Rice
Shot down twice
First his life and now his name
Deadly cops and children's game
Loehmann wins
Mortal sins
Bloodlust and pride
"Justified"

The Centre Ground

A prized plot of land is the centre ground
Where a sizeable crop of electors is found
Fierce turf wars are waged for its title deeds
For the rights to the lease and to sowing one's seeds
On the centre ground

Causes

Caused by what fors and closed doors
Something's up on the upper floors
Down on all fours
Looking for an explanation
Must be caused by vaccination
Not-so-innocent innoculation
Caused by flaws or some mutation
Looking for the insanity clause
Looking for an injury claim
Looking for someone or something to blame

Sides

Just before the Sun raises its head above the parapet
One side of the sky is light, the other horizon dark

We stand by a tree whose trunk has a carpet of decorous lichen on one side
The other side plain and furrowed with bare and turreted bark

The road was deserted for most of the night, but now that the traffic is starting
The middle of the highway is no longer a safe place to stand

The Best-Laid Plans

Drifts here together with his buddy
they pitch up with prayers and plans
A stake for a patch where they can scratch out
a living with their own hands
The preacher says labour makes you holy
your gold must be earned not panned
But nobody never gets to heaven and nobody gets no land

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