Marxist. Trade Unionist. Socialist-feminist. Author. Poet. Speaker. Tutor. RMT ex-Exec. Workers' Liberty. Autie. Bi. PUFC fan.
Mine, and occasionally others'.
(Ode to Lee Anderson)
When I said I hated men dressed in pink
And that women should be tied to the kitchen sink
I wasn’t being a prat, a bigot or fink
I was simply saying what most people think
Mental health sufferers belong in the clink
That’s what our forefathers, bless them, would think
They’re marching off to war on woke,
to fan the flames, to fuel and stoke
a cooked-up culture conflagration,
Language Studies student Fiona Wilson wrote this analysis of Janine's poem 'p.p.e.' for her degree, scoring a distinction.
Introduction
Janine features at this poetry and spoken word event in the fabulous surroundings of Manchester Central Library.
There's room for snacks and Doom Bar cans
flirting, fun and future plans
For you are my adventure gringo
side by side in your Berlingo
There's room for friends and kids and all
There's room for creatures great and small
a spaniel and a sort-of dingo
hitch a ride in your Berlingo
Buy the book direct from the publisher here.
A poetry book by Janine Booth.
"Amplify the voices that rarely get a hearing. Power up the megaphone and drown out the jeering. Amplify and magnify the voices that are hampered by calcifying attitudes and patronising platitudes..."
Who knew
that new need not actually mean new?
It might mean refurbished or extended,
repurposed or pretended?
Who knew?
Who'd have thought it,
that forty need not actually mean forty?
That's rather naughty
It ought to, surely?
I'd have thought
A half-hour poetry set for Janine at an excellent festival in Portsmouth.
And look at all those great acts supporting her!
counterchec, rubbernec
strikebrea, pissta,
heartbrea, troublema
multitas, unmas
bluestoc, foreloc
motherfuc, bloodsuc
wisecrac, backtrac
benchmar, disembar
pawnbro, keystro
stockbro, anti-smo,
undercoo, overloo
hyperlin, freethin
hallmar, reembar
hitchhi, motorbi
bootlic, politic
rollic, nitpic
lovema, muckra
I pledge allegiance to my sons
to witty jokes and dreadful puns
I pledge allegiance to Aussie soaps
to chasing all my dreams and hopes
I pledge my allegiance to the Borough boys
to Lewes FC, to making noise
I pledge allegiance to classic scooters
I pledge to battle persecutors
to fight injustice till it's gone
I pledge to keep on keeping on