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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 ”

It Could Get Verse

What do you mean it could get verse! We know that on Twitter, it has to be terse and wholly agree it could get a lot worse or we poets know well of the poetic curse of a line that … Continue reading

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Rose Petal

You came to me from rose vermilion red; so rude and flushed with health you seemed to be. I was surprised when I discerned instead your disposition was no longer free; that, whilst you were so moist and soft, I … Continue reading

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Sixty

Imagine if you will one day in nineteen fifty one a babe was born, a girl, and a special life begun. When she was two, but why would anyone resist the apple of her doting father’s eye and her mother’s … Continue reading

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The Road

Why are you racing headlong to your destination. Does a quickening of pulse, a shortening of breath make you feel alive, minutes before your death. Or that moment with your very worst revealed, the consequence of which our fate was … Continue reading

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Listen, You!

Listen, you! Listen, look, observe Read the post or question Carefully No more than we deserve! Listen, you Pay attention, please Read the post and inwardly Digest Before you post your sleaze If we talked You may give sharp retort … Continue reading

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Limerick Eight

(A tribute to Edward Lear) A man who loved to write verse was a neologist, notably terse to demonstrate that an owl and a cat did some things that were rather perverse © 2011 John Anstie (view the author’s commentary … Continue reading

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Jessica Tenth of May

Jessica Tenth of May, we love you dear. We love the very day that you were born; a time of year when you can always hear bird song echo spring across the lawn. The time of year that follows, after … Continue reading

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Listen with Mother (Nature)

(for the Birds in my life) Neither birder nor a twitcher, me, I’m listening now to nature’s voice, and one who makes it like a breeze, as she observes and listens, makes her choice, identifying birdsong in the trees, by … Continue reading

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An Easter Message from Good Friday, Good Fortune?

Easter is a time, in the Christian calendar, that celebrates sacrifice, but most important of all, forgiveness. I didn’t plan to write this article, it just came to me, prompted by some unlikely sources. It has given me another interesting … Continue reading

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STOP PRESS – a little recognition!

One of my poems, “Was That The Day“, was shortlisted in the Marriott Love Poems competition, which was run in March 2011. It wasn’t among the winners, alas, but encouraging all the same: a little tiny piece of recognition (for … Continue reading

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