Mine, and occasionally others'.
Submitted by Janine on
Janine performs alongside poets Rosy Carrick and Susan Evans, raising money and spirits for Brighton and Hove Momentum.
Cafe Plenty, Circus Parade, Brighton
Free entry - bucket collection
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The true story of how Leonard Cohen learned his guitar style ...
Leonard walked in Murray Hill Park
And heard a young man play
Circled by listeners and courting them
In some mysterious way
With black hair and acoustic guitar
By the tennis courts stood he
Picking out a lonely-sounding
Spanish melody
Submitted by Janine on
I proper hate those Tube strikers
they've well messed up my day
I'm late for tea at City Hall
I walked most of the way
And then found out the CEO
had nicked my parking bay
On every other day I don't
give them a second thought
They work to run the railway safely?
Nothing of the sort!
I know they're lazy bastards 'cos
I saw the news report
Submitted by Janine on
Poetry paints life, cancer takes it
Poetry means it, cancer fakes it
Cancer can not write, create,
Feel or think, illuminate,
Wipe your brow, commiserate
You're fucking rubbish, you are, cancer
Not a writer, player, dancer
Bring nothing useful to the table
Can't tell a joke 'cos you're not able
Submitted by Janine on
An evening of music and poetry, by some of the greatest artists in East London
Venue: The Wanstead Tap, Arch 352, Winchelsea Road, Forest Gate, London E7 0AQ
The Musical line up includes:
Daniel vs the World
Lindsay West
Reuben Bard-Rosenberg
Huey
Rob DesRoches
Poetry Readings by:
Janine Booth
Jenny Shepherd
Melina Merlin & Paul Romane
Anjie Mailey
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Janine joins poets Linton Kwesi Johnson, Tim Wells and Peg Powler, contributing poetic entertainment to this year's instalment of the annual Ted Fest, organised by the Ted Hughes Project.
Mexborough Business Centre
College Road
Mexborough
S64 9JP
Submitted by Janine on
Penicillin
is killing
the infection.
Inspection
revealed
it's healed.
I brandish
the bandage
removed
from the wound.
My breast
undressed.
Submitted by Janine on
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
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An entry to Hour of Writes 'So To Bed' theme ...
And so to bed
The diarist said
Or rather, the diarist penned
Deeds fine and sordid
Have been recorded
The day has reached its end
Submitted by Janine on
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
