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About PoetJanstie

As a young man, John was fit and sporting. Playing Rugby Union for over twenty years, encouraged in the early days by a school that was run on the same lines as Gordonstoun, giving shape and discipline to a sometimes precarious early life. This fitness was enhanced by working part time jobs in farming, as a leather factory packer and security guard, but probably not helped, for a short time, by 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 and pursuing a career, probably enriched his experience, because his renaissance, on retirement, realised a hidden creative talent as a blogger and poet. He also enjoys music, with a piano and a forty-five year old Yamaha FG140 acoustic guitar. He sings bass in three singing groups: as a founding member of a mixed voice chamber choir, Fox Valley Voices; a member of one of the top barbershop choruses in the UK, Hallmark of Harmony (the Sheffield Barbershop Harmony Club) and a mixed barbershop quartet, Needle & Fred. He is also a would be (once upon a time) 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 autobiographical and very often pins his colours to the mast. In 2013, he completed an anthology of the poetry (including his own) of an international group of nine poets, who met on Twitter. He produced, edited and steered the product of this work, "Petrichor Rising", to publication by Aquillrelle.

Moon Child

Once in a while you excel yourself. Are you blue, because we thought no more of you as the driving force for life on Earth or potency behind the waves of bitches and whelps. Thrilling moments … or contemplative of … Continue reading

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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. You ferret out your quarry. So many lives you follow to play with once again, returning each night to your bed. We helped … 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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