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, Hour of Writes, Proletarian Poetry, Confluence Medway, Screaming Violets, Poetry24, Solidarity, Stand Up and Spit, Hastings Independent, Freedom, Women’s Fightback, the Morning Star, Rising and TenFootCity; and in anthologies Spies4Life, Poems for Jeremy Corbyn, Justice: Poems for Grenfell Tower.and Ashes to Activists

Flounce

Flounce

Why should I give the time of day

to folk who take their ball away

Especially if that taken ball

is punctured, flat and very small?

Funny Not Funny

Charlie Elphicke

Charlie Elphicke:
a gift to the comic
Fancy the fun for
the writer of ribald rhyme

Lampooning his lechery
and wittily wagging his words
Absolutely absurd!

But no laughter lines from me
Sexual assault is serious,
is virulent, has victims.

Sordid story:
Naughty Tory.

Cats and Dogs

cat and dog

Why can't dogs be more like cats?
Scare off mice and drive out rats
Don't sniff bums when folk come round
Make that lovely purring sound
Don't break your stuff or chew your shoe
Dig a proper hole to poo
Or maybe use a litter tray
Cope alone for several days
Don't flood the floor each time they drink
Clean themselves so they don't stink
Wipe their paws on welcome mats

Farewell

goodbye

One last time before we split
let's go and sit
in the grassy bit
in the churchyard astride the log
throw sticks for the dog
and look at the playground
and the place where the nursery stood
Before we're gone for good

Coronavirus Has Caught Bolsonaro

Jair Bolsonaro

He was socially close, untamed, unmasked

His magic medicine uncasked

He didn't care so he never asked

 

He'll brush it off, he's so athletic

The tough guy, leading man aesthetic

No chance it makes him empathetic

 

He'll rise above like Kilimanjaro

Always survive like the Cult of Skaro

Covid can't hurt Bolsonaro

 

Lesser beings must feel jealous

Your Place

Joe at his flat

Last year, I wrote a poem (a pantoum) called 'This Place' about visiting my son in the adolescent psychiatric unit where he spent four months (read it here).

He now has his own flat, living independently with support. So I decided to write a follow-up poem of the same length in the same style, hoping that this will illustrate the wonderful progression.

Free Osime Brown!

Osime Brown

Teenage, British, black, autistic
Prosecuted by the Crown
Against the evidence, convicted
- Free, oh free him: Osime Brown

From care to care, from place to place
Twenty-eight times moved around
Neglected, let down, failed, displaced
- Free, oh free him: Osime Brown

Fearing exile to Jamaica
Left at four, it's unknown ground
Prison cell a spirit breaker

One And All

All Lives Matter

When my team lost to a goal in the last five minutes of the match from a free kick that should never have been given and got relegated and my face went down with them, you didn't tell me that all football clubs matter.

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