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 and Justice: Poems for Grenfell Tower.

Syllabary

I try to move from A to B
But I may have to wait and see
That bloke don't cause me jeopardy
'E'll burn my flamin' effigy
Hey chum, I'm not a popinjay
And I don't want no grief, OK?
A lemon opal fruit, ten p?
These queues are stressful, I want tea
You see that rubbish on TV?
Double your excess - why, chimpanzee?

Charity Ad

ONLY YOU can save this kid
ONLY YOU and your three quid
- But think how many kids we'd save
- If all that unpaid tax were paid

Methane Burps

A poem about the Curiosity rover detecting a methane burp - a possible indication of life - on Mars:

A methane burp
A gaseous gurgle
A bacterial belch of life suggestion
Surfacing from Mars' digestion

No little green men
No Clangers, no Borg
No rich man, no poor man struggling 'neath that rose sky
No sign of a lawman beating up the wrong guy

Klass Struggle

Myleene Klass and Griff Rhys Jones
Like living in enormous homes

But Griff Rhys Jones and Myleene Klass
Don't want to pay a mansion tax

If Labour wins they'll emigrate
They've helped me to at last locate

A decent reason to vote Labour -
Feck off and do us all a favour

Stop Fucking Swearing

One of Peter Pinkney's first decisions when he became RMT National President in 2013 was to ban members of the national executive (which included me at the time) from swearing in meetings ...

When Pinkney won the President
We knew he would be daring
We weren't expecting this one though -
He banned us fucking swearing!

Farageland

New words for The Clash classic, 'Garageland':

Backing the Farage with my bullshit detector
Winning an election with a Tory defector
We hate politicians but we're worse than the rest
Keep quiet about our policy to destroy the NHS

We're a Farage band - ah-ah-ah
We come from Farageland - ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah

Carpe Diem

Seize the day, Theresa May,
Lock extremist scum away
While you're there, inspect the cell
And lock yourself inside as well

Cameron Cares?

That tear-stained bit of David Cameron's Conservative Party conference speech ...

"How very dare you suggest
I don't care for the great NHS?
I love it so dearly
I'd sell it for nearly
As much as my granny - or less"

I Love You

I'm rubbish at saying I Love You
I'm not one for a romantic kiss
I'm rubbish at saying I Love You 
I'm better at taking the piss
I'm rubbish at saying I Love You 
I'm sorry if that is remiss
I'm rubbish at saying I Love You 
So I thought that I'd say it like this.

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