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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 ”

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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The Horizon Written … A New Musical Composition

A new composition from composer, Joseph Alen Shaw, is indicative of a man of considerable musical talent, who doesn’t let the grass grow under his feet. Not for the first time, has he used poetry to inspire musical composition. Last … Continue reading

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A Voice in The Wilderness

(For Harry) Metastasising senses forever unfathomable darkening eyes, off to visit another place in the long grass. As you ferret for your quarry, so many lives you follow to play with once again, returning each night to your bed. We … Continue reading

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The BeZine, October 2017, Vol. 4, Issue 1 , Music to the Eyes

Source: The BeZine, October 2017, Vol. 4, Issue 1 , Music to the Eyes

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Underneath The Stairs

And how their days would start at dawn
to sounds of clacking feet.
Underneath the stairs they’d run,
their serving paths to beat. Continue reading

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Thousands and Millions

One hundred thousand Poets for change, so many voices and carefully chosen words, seem to be decaying into the void of the anechoic chamber. Earthly Fathers praying for the Establishment, that sets the stage and casts its values in concrete, … Continue reading

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Let The Rains Fall

“Water, water, every where … Nor any drop to drink.” If I should have enough to weep some tears before we sink into the deep … then let the rains fall everywhere where land is parched where lips are cracked … Continue reading

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The Honeymoon’s Over

Spring’s promise of high summer has passed, the lush greens gone, and now less vibrant. Parched. Stale somehow. Disappointing. The promise so much sweeter than reality; the heady warmth; sun filled days and mirage haze the balmy heat, hot naked … Continue reading

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Big Questions

They could not see the end of their noses the end of the last century the end of infantry and cavalry of Boys Own battles and yet they stand today in ceremony, the successors and descendants of those, who may … Continue reading

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Children

Their wayward spirits pull in opposition to wavering forces of parental aspiration. They threaten fraying threads in seams of bedlam’s bursting bag that barely contains the chaos. The morning school run a controlled explosion ruthless and well oiled the caring … Continue reading

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