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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 ”

Christmas Gold

(An English Sonnet with a Seasonal message) What is it that our childhood dreams foretell? Illusion, which reality belies: Enthralling images that make hearts swell Of snowmen, carrot noses, coal for eyes, The carol singers, Santa hats, mulled wine, With … Continue reading

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The Poppy

When I see a poppy I see the symbol of something that it’s easy to forget; not a logo, a stripe or a statement of rank. It’s neither corporate image nor party colour, nor crucifix. It is not even… …a … Continue reading

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Eat Me

(for Rachel) I’m checking the time to discover if I’m still here in this world… or the next. I had a strange dream of a rather mad party, where everyone’s hearty, garishly dressed and no-one cares what the time really … Continue reading

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Perfection

I walked and wandered, we talked, I sang, but also had to sit awhile for what seemed like an age. You’d had a surfeit at the bar you had leaked a bit from both ends… and seemed uncomfortable, unhappy, not … Continue reading

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A Lion is Born

(For Leo) It was amid an Indian summer, deep in the season’s golden glow when we would normally expect the crisp and still of autumn’s chill, beckonning a hint of winter’s snow. For two days there had been no cloud. … Continue reading

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Looking South

If you stand in the wind and allow it to bend you so you flex and withstand it, don’t let it uproot you, then you’ll find it can’t hurt you in spite of extraordinary pain. If your instinct for flight … Continue reading

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From Yorkshire, Ahem!

Ahem! It’s down You don’t pop up to London It’s down You pop down to London. From Yorkshire it’s down to everywhere else!

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Grasslands

A poem inspired by two people: Rumi – ancient poet extraordinaire Craig – Grassland Scientist and almost poet, but nonetheless extraordinaire and a photo… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I see you there, underneath the sky, that huge and glorious high. And in-between, a … Continue reading

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Twenty Nine

It Started It is just twenty-nine short years ago, a conflict over sovereign soil; a war we had been forced to join, and what is more we knew him through his brother. So we know how close we were to … Continue reading

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You Rock

Unlike the rose, whose life is all too short; whose beauty, transient, strikes the heart with olfactory refrain, intoxicating ache, to caress my right brain with melancholic pang, you… you resist the tides, whose rhythms, trying to change, never seem … Continue reading

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