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About PoetJanstie

“Life is short and art long, the crisis fleeting, experience penniless and decision difficult” ~ Hippocrates. As a young man, John enjoyed being fit and sporting. It was then as much his recreational therapy as a cappella harmony singing, music, walking in the hills and writing is now. Playing Rugby Union for over twenty years, encouraged in the early days by a school that was run on the same lines as Gordonstoun, giving shape and discipline to a sometimes precarious early life. This fitness was enhanced by working part time jobs in farming, as a leather factory packer and security guard, but probably not helped, for a short time, by selling ice cream! His professional working life was spent as a Metallurgical Engineer, Marketing Manager, Export Sales Manager, Implementation Manager and Managing Director of his own company. Thirty five years spent, apparently in a creative desert, raising a family, pursuing a career and helping to pay the bills, probably enriched his experience, because his renaissance, on retirement, realised a hidden creative talent as a writer of prose and poetry. He also enjoys music, with a piano and a forty-eight year old Yamaha FG140 acoustic guitar. He sings bass in three a cappella harmony groups: as a founding member of a mixed voice chamber choir, Fox Valley Voices and a mixed barbershop quartet, Quartetto Mista. He is also a member of one of the top barbershop choruses in the UK, Hallmark of Harmony (the Sheffield Barbershop Harmony Club), who, for the eighth time, became UK Champions in 2019. He is also a would be (once upon a time or 'has been') photographer with drawers full of his own history, and an occasional, but lapsed 'film' maker. In his other life, he doubles as a Husband, Father, Grandfather, Brother, Uncle, Cousin, Friend and Family man. What he writes is often autobiographical and frequently pins his colours to the mast. In 2013, he published an anthology of the poetry (including his own) of an international group of nine poets, who met on Twitter. He produced, edited and steered the product of this work, "Petrichor Rising", to publication by Aquillrelle. His sort of strapline reads: “ iWrite iSing iDance iVolunteer ”

The Festival

In a field somewhere, full of stars, enchantment you could almost hug, cupped in hands, with sparkle and dust, you can carry it off in your pocket. It’s magic, so catch some you must. Catch a glimpse of follies too … Continue reading

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Last Year

(Same River, New Waters …) Last year passed me the golden glove You know, the one with a fist of iron. She wanted no more of it.    Nor I. Those glossy, glittering, glistening, shining products of a golden age … Continue reading

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Pine Cone

… in a world beleaguered by well healed negligence …
… your unconscious prayer for a better world … Continue reading

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Blackbird

Your red-rimmed, mystic, all-seeing eye that asks of us the question … why you’re first to rise, not we in time to hear your cry. A share of this full Earth is how, you feed your Spring-time pride. An earthworm … Continue reading

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Eva Joy

Mother Earth expected your arrival her hills and mountains tumbled into plains, but fault-lines held for your survival. She is made of you and you of her, atoms and molecules indistinguishable inside the organic life you share now the planets, … Continue reading

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The Great Divide

Crossing the great divide between the dark age and a brave new world, sailing from the safety of knowing your place into uncharted waters. In a deep and sickly swell, an ocean of uncertainty, struggling to recall the purpose of … Continue reading

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One of A Kind

Is she the last of a generation …? Continue reading

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Moon Child

Once in a while you exceed yourself. Are you blue, because we thought no more of you as the driving force for life on Earth or potency behind the waves of bitches and whelps giving us thrilling moments or contemplative … Continue reading

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International Holocaust Rememberence Day – 27th January

No shortage of stories that tug heavily at the heart strings; the conscience of those who can stop to think for a moment; that nag at the literary minds of those who continue to write and remind us of the … Continue reading

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Sunday

Walking home from church. Like seeing the sun rise over the week ahead, mind full of penitence, a righteous child, wrapped in reverential warmth and a sense of duty fulfilled. That place of comfort, as short lived as chocolate, such … Continue reading

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