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
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After Liza Radley by Paul Weller
While others despise her, Liza –
that’s short for Elizabeth – Radley,
I madly admire her, I see
her dance and I yearn for the
stance and the world of the girl
labelled wrong, who has grown with
a mind of her own and I long
not to be scared and to dare to do that with my hair.
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Opening presents, singing songs,
Telling Christmas stories,
Spreading seasonal goodwill
And, mostly, hating Tories
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Julie Burchill
Will fight them on the beaches like Churchill
She's been cancelled and silenced by opinion shapers
She'll tell you all about it in the national newspapers
pic: Pete Linforth at Pixabay
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We must rewild this island
with lynxes, wolves and bears
From lowland up to highland
We must rewild this island
in waterways and dry land
with beaver dams and lairs
We must rewild this island
with lynxes, wolves and bears
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Stick that needle in my arm
And get me safe and vaccinated
Hush the waves of false alarm
Stick that needle in my arm
Protect the herd from virus harm
Stay cool and keep refrigerated
Stick that needle in my arm
And get me safe and vaccinated
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It looks as though the lockdown
is going to end in tiers
For while we count the clock down
it looks as though the lockdown
is ending with a knockdown
of haircuts, meals and beers
It looks as though the lockdown
is going to end in tears
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They never talked about the war,
the ones who fought and struggled through it
Why speak of memories so sore?
They never talked about the war
but football, politics and more
Unless the young asked them to do it,
they never talked about the war,
the ones who fought and struggled through it
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The courts prejudge and penalise,
applying law, not playing fair,
convicting of 'joint enterprise'
Two words that catch and criminalise
the skin you're in, the clothes you wear,
they prejudge and they penalise
You're guilty in the system's eyes
and though they know you were elsewhere
convict you of 'joint enterprise'
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She didn’t say the war was won
Instead she said the war was ended
Fall silent now, the bomb and gun
She didn’t say the war was won
There’s future-building to be done
Place and people to be mended
She didn’t say the war was won
Instead she said the war was ended
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For my fellow cat-owning Jam fans.
Territorial war and a screaming stand-off
A recent kill and a ripped-up bench seat
Kittens wailing, scared dog howling
The screech for food and sharp claws sinking
Cats’ entertainment, cats’ entertainment
