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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 was sporting and fit. 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 and ethos as that famous Scottish public school, Gordonstoun, where our own headmaster had been as a senior master. This gave shape and discipline to a sometimes precarious early life. His fitness was enhanced not only by playing rugby, but also by working part time jobs in farming, as a leather factory packer and security guard, but probably not helped, for a short time, 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 fifty-two 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 barbershop quartets. He is also a member of one of the top barbershop choruses in the UK, Hallmark of Harmony (stage name of the Sheffield Barbershop Harmony Club), who, for the eighth time in 41 years, 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 sometimes autobiographical, often political, sometimes dark and frequently pins his colours to the mast of climate change and how a few humans are trashing the Earth. In 2013, he published an anthology of the poetry (including his own) of an international group of poets, who met on Twitter in 2011. He produced, edited and steered the product of this work, "Petrichor Rising", to publication by Aquillrelle. His sort of strap-line reads: “ iWrite iSing iDance iChi iVolunteer ”

All White Then Black

(for the fifty-two who lost their lives on 7th July 2005 and for many more than seven hundred, who live on with their scars) He took a seat and let the blond girl stand, and thought about his selfishness, but … Continue reading

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Elegy for an Unborn Child

The pain struck like an arrow through her heart it seared, not in her abdomen, but went deep into boundless space that was her soul and crushed the core of her maternity. Her eyes were opened wide like deep, dark … Continue reading

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Waiting for The Sun ..

(Haiku for an English summer) Our sun hats, resting on the newel post in the hall, are trying to tell us something..

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Past Masters

(A Clarean Sonnet) If I had ever taken note at school, those moments often shunned by this poor fool, of literature, philosophy and tomes that offered us the sustenance of poems. Be gowned, our masters strenuously plead that sonnets and soliloquy … Continue reading

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Venus and The Crescent Moon

An area of high pressure heralded the clearest starlit sky that befell the northern hemisphere. No news or talk of it; no questions why, except among the experts and the poets. I saw her there, shimmering, a vision unexpectedly imbued, … Continue reading

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A Ballad for Stabat Mater

(A dedication to mothers) Do you remember radiance of one who’s always there the taste of swollen mamilla, the scent of her sweet hair. Whose kiss and gentle healing touch was cooling with a balm that soothed your painful childish … Continue reading

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Midnigh Morvening

The light it was a brightening on winter’s dawning day it was the midnigh morvening that showed us all the way and how the beasties of the norn did plague the Gothan bride, but facing fiery teeth with Day the … Continue reading

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Painted Hearts

(for BJ) You paint for love and making home a warm and loving place to be I paint with words my heart’s relief at knowing you’re still with me. And, whilst we seem to play away with different loves, divergent … Continue reading

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As If…

He was muttering as if he was trying to describe a vision he couldn’t share with her; with anyone. It was of something he’d never seen before this moment; a moment when she saw a look on his face that … Continue reading

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First Christmas

(for children) It’s white with snow and all is bright on Christmas night. An image of your little face, framed in elfin hat, as your eyes, open wide, reflect the twinkles of a tree-borne star. In awe we are, in … Continue reading

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