Poetry

Mine, and occasionally others'.

Baby's World

My eyes don’t focus yet on places
Further than my parents’ faces
The centre of my world’s that breast
Where I’m the sole and honoured guest

Morning Glory

New Year's morning, London city
What a warming, cheery sight
Of faces pink and plump and pretty
And smug cos they weren't pissed last night

Sugar-Coated Sonnet

A sonnet written on the occasion of Lord Alan Sugar's resignation form the Labour Party:

So who invited that spiv to the party?
No, we don't want his cut-throat sort round here
His anti-social manners are so nasty
He's nicking all the food and selling beer
He's telling all my mates that they are fired
And acting like he bloody owns the place
His snotty, bossy, snobbery is tired
I'm losing friends who hate this public face
He came in with another party crasher
And now he's gone but not cleared up his rubble
He's got a better offer - somewhere flasher?
And now we're spared the need to take the trouble
- To turf Lord Cuckoo out of Labour's nest
- Which leaves the task of turfing out the rest

Silver Linings

Written on the day that the Conservatives won the 2015 UK General Election:

A search for silver lining
Is a needle-haystack quest
Fear grows and hope declining
Greed wins and stuff the rest 
McVey and Farage splendid fall
But barely dulls the pain 
The silverest lining of them all:
We live to fight again

Pedestal Nor Pity

I am not "inspirational"
I need neither pedestal nor pity
Why put barriers in my path
Then call me "inspirational" for getting over them?
I am your equal not your mascot
I want rights not awards
I am not "inspirational"
I am disabled
By crap like this.

Spoken Word London

08/04/2015 - 19:30

A night of open mic slots. Janine on stage just before half time.

At Vogue Fabrics (though it doesn't say that on the outside), 66 Stoke Newington Road, London N16 7XB

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