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
For John Leach, probably the nearest I'll get to a love poem:
My partner's pain at last has gone
Long months of torment finished
For weeks in sorrow soldiering on
His suffering undiminished
Good God, I'm glad they're in the past,
Those howls and screams of pain
His wisdom tooth has gone at last
But his wisdom will remain
A rather silly poem about artists in food and drinks establishments. Tip of the hat to Tim Wells for the joke in the final verse:
I saw Picasso in the caff
And offered him a tea
Said he, "I'll drink that through my mouth,
It's next to my left knee"
A brief comment prompted by the verdict in the trial of Oscar Pistorius for killing Reeva Steenkamp:
I've been trying to glean
What the court might mean
By 'culpable homicide'
I now understand -
You were a bit out of hand
And someone or other died
It is incumbent on poets to compose verse to mark royal occasions. So here is my effort concerning the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge's announcement that one is expecting:
Radio Four is deeply concerned
The lady next door has recently learned
The worrying news that she's pregnant again
How will she cope with the stress and the strain?
Aw. Dontcha just love 'em?
How is it that when the weather warms up, some men think it is ok to shout out comments about a woman's appearance - and expect us to take it as a compliment?!
The Health Secretary’s named Jeremy Hunt
He sits on the benches at front
It would, inter alia,
Insult female genitalia
To call him a vile Tory cunt
The Foreign Secretary’s called William Hague
His purpose in life is quite vague
We sent him to Iraq
But they sent him straight back
Saying they’d rather have a dose of the plague