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

Gove Alone

Michael Gove's most wicked crime
As far as most of us can tell
Was not to leave his kid behind
But leaving ours behind as well

Alterations to the Schedule at the Picturehouse and Ritzy

We've cancelled Night Of The Living Dead
To show Day Of The Living Wage instead
On strike because Honey, I Shrunk Their Wage
​They've Anger at Management, they're showing Rage

​When they Walk The Line, they mean the picket
It's Independence Day and It's just Not Cricket
​No Terms Of Endearment, but terms and conditions
No Western Union, they want union recognition

Bodily Fluids Interception Team

As London Underground launches all-night running on two lines at weekends, a special squad of cleaners has a special task ...

​The Tube's come up with a spiffing scheme
The train stays in service and the bosses beam
But it's not as fun as it might seem
For the Bodily Fluids Interception Team

Striking Oil

Written in support of the current North Sea strike ...

Strike oil
Strike it rich
But the market hit a hitch
And when the bottom falls out
Of the price of a barrel
Then the bosses get out
The hair shirt apparel
Not for them
But for us

Love's Labour's Lost

You sob for love lost from the labouring class
With a heart that's so heavy, so bitter your tears
But the love was not lost in the ten months just past
But was lost in the previous twenty-odd years

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