Marxist. Trade Unionist. Socialist-feminist. Author. Poet. Speaker. Tutor. RMT ex-Exec. Workers' Liberty. Autie. Bi. PUFC fan.

War and Terror

Provocation

Submitted by Janine on 3 March 2022 at 10:30

She provoked him.
She said she was leaving him.
She’s been looking at other guys.

He had to show her.
She had to know
She isn’t a person in her own right,
She’s part of him.

She is the buffer between him and a hostile world.

Fucking Tanks

Submitted by Janine on 3 March 2022 at 11:44

A guest poem from Spoaken Word Lewes regular open mic'er Fred The Ninja. Thanks Fred.

 

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I owe my very existence to Russian fucking tanks.

If my dad had not run from them 66 years ago in Hungary, he never would have come here, never would have met my mum.

Even though I never faced them myself the bloody trail of their tracks is imprinted on my life.

Solidarity with Ukraine!

Submitted by Janine on 3 March 2022 at 09:55

Artillery rounds
and a barrage of shellfire
It looks and it sounds
like extending an empire

Bombing and shooting
civilians slain
Expansionist Putin
invading Ukraine

Threatening nukes
and rain hell from the skies
Dismissing rebukes
with chauvinist lies

Conscripts uprooting
and sent in to 'train'
Murderous Putin -
get out of Ukraine!

Run

Submitted by Janine on 9 September 2021 at 13:47

Her cover drive and how she ran
are now haram
under the rule of the Taliban

Can she stay in? For sure she can
She can't be out without a man
in ancient, new Afghanistan

She'd tackle assumptions and she'd score
but won't be playing any more
She's fallen foul of holy law

Ribbons of Scarlet

Submitted by Janine on 2 February 2021 at 10:09

- a golden shovel after 'Scarlet Ribbons', for Cush

At the peal of the bell, they don’t tell you there’s
a field that not everyone comes back from. The survivor’s been
fearing that he’ll never stop hearing the gunfire
even when the bunfight has stopped. And there’s
a sight you don’t come back from. He’s been
seeing his mate in pieces and only the drinking
At the peal of the bell, they don’t tell you there’s
a field that not everyone comes back from. The survivor’s been
fearing that he’ll never stop hearing the gunfire
even when the bunfight has stopped. And there’s
a sight you don’t come back from. He’s been
seeing his mate in pieces and only the drinking

Triolet: War Is Over

Submitted by Janine on 11 November 2020 at 22:26

She didn’t say the war was won

Instead she said the war was ended

Fall silent now, the bomb and gun

She didn’t say the war was won

There’s future-building to be done

Place and people to be mended

She didn’t say the war was won

Instead she said the war was ended