5 Byron Slang Poems by Chistopher Barnes

Lord Byron Makes A Sexual Health Clinic Appointment
Oh that thou                   muntered a laundered dossbag
      The fool                     and his bust juice gratefully unplug
The solitude                   of recovering is a slider’s brother
   Has lost its                scrangy thrills
There may be others     drooly on Monte Blanco
   I am not                     a lamp-genie, more-time!
I feel an ebb                    the hoolies fade
And the tide vibes         onto its raggedy hem
 
Glossary of slang: Muntered – Minging, Bust Juice – Semen, Slider – Shirker, Drooly – Attractive, 
More-Time! – Laters, Hoolie – Wild Party, Scrangy – Dirty.

 
Lord Byron Leaves DNA On A Cup
Perhaps – the workings          of astrals and identities smudge
   Within me,                           the pissant double helix uncoils
Brought on                               by an inconsiderable flob
   Perhaps a harder               look would evidence bones
For all                                       ridgy-didge night stars we infest
And with light                          the pinpoint takes its centre, these
Have taught me                       skin-pops too are evolving 
The chief companion              is human dregs

 

Glossary of slang: Pissant – Trifling, Flob – To Spit, Ridgy-Didge – Honest.


 
Lord Byron Goes For An Ultrasound
Kingdoms and empires                      jitter in cell grits
  I have outlived                                  rang-a-tang infirmities  
And when I                                           coffee-spit incubated bile
  Of my own years                              as a yo-boy all edged
Like a wild                                            flapdoodle in derro-ville
  Something –                                     gutsachey pops
A spirit of                                              twannie indulgence
Even for                                                me it’s a zofting flinch
 
Glossary of slang: Rang-A-Tang – Belligerent, Yo-Boy – Hooligan, Edged – Nervous,
Flapdoodle – Fuss, Derro-Ville – Derelict, Twannie – Stupid, Zofting – Pleasing.
Lord Byron Bungee Jumps For Charity
For thee                                               this wooshious stunt
   I know myself                                 peaky, devil-may-care
We were and are                                 mardies, once only the S.A.S.
   Beings                                            stoked for function
It is the same                                       psych out any aviation blonde entertains
   From life’s                                       wilding nerves
We are entwined                                  star-spas, chavvie-close
The tie which bound                            rakes up wamba for the penniless
 
Glossary of slang: Wooshious – Excellent, Peaky – Euphoric, Mardies –Softies,
Psych Out – Unnerve, Aviation Blonde – Peroxided, Wilding – Running Amok, 
Star-Spas – Mates, Chavvie – Underclass, Wamba – Money.

 
Lord Byron Is Tracked By GPS
But saving this                           on underware’s index
   You like vanilla                     meridians, barista forth
Such as in Monmouth-Street    where window-lickers dawdle
   Would rig flave                     clientele to exquisite buffage
And even                                     skells import loveliness
Where prettier                             droids wheeze rettes
For, bating Covent Garden        all le chat
No place                                      is ever fugly in unsparkling light

 

Glossary of slang: Underware – Personal Computer Files, Vanilla – Innocuous,
Window-Licker – Slow Wit, Flave – Stylish, Buffage – Attractive, Skells – The Homeless, 
Droids – The Unimaginative, Le Chat – Banter, Rettes – Cigarettes,Fugly – Fuck Ugly
 
 
 

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In 1998 I won a Northern Arts writers award. In July 200 I read at Waterstones bookshop to promote the anthology ‘Titles Are Bitches’. Christmas 2001 I debuted at Newcastle’s famous Morden Tower doing a reading of my poems. Each year I read for Proudwords lesbian and gay writing festival and I partook in workshops. 2005 saw the publication of my collection LOVEBITES published by Chanticleer Press, 6/1 Jamaica Mews, Edinburgh.

On Saturday 16Th August 2003 I read at the Edinburgh Festival as a Per Verse poet at LGBT Centre, Broughton St.

I also have a BBC web-page www.bbc.co.uk/tyne/gay.2004/05/section_28.shtml and http://www.bbc.co.uk/tyne/videonation/stories/gay_history.shtml (if first site does not work click on SECTION 28 on second site.

Christmas 2001 The Northern Cultural Skills Partnership sponsored me to be mentored by Andy Croft in conjunction with New Writing North. I made a radio programme for Web FM community radio about my writing group. October-November 2005, I entered a poem/visual image into the art exhibition The Art Cafe Project, his piece Post-Mark was shown in Betty’s Newcastle. This event was sponsored by Pride On The Tyne. I made a digital film with artists Kate Sweeney and Julie Ballands at a film making workshop called Out Of The Picture which was shown at the festival party for Proudwords, it contains my poem The Old Heave-Ho. I worked on a collaborative art and literature project called How Gay Are Your Genes, facilitated by Lisa Mathews (poet) which exhibited at The Hatton Gallery, Newcastle University, including a film piece by the artist Predrag Pajdic in which I read my poem On Brenkley St. The event was funded by The Policy, Ethics and Life Sciences Research Institute, Bio-science Centre at Newcastle’s Centre for Life. I was involved in the Five Arts Cities poetry postcard event which exhibited at The Seven Stories children’s literature building. In May I had 2006 a solo art/poetry exhibition at The People’s Theatre

The South Bank Centre in London recorded my poem “The Holiday I Never Had”; I can be heard reading it on www.poetrymagazines.org.uk/magazine/record.asp?id=18456

REVIEWS: I have written poetry reviews for Poetry Scotland and Jacket Magazine and in August 2007 I made a film called ‘A Blank Screen, 60 seconds, 1 shot’ for Queerbeats Festival at The Star & Shadow Cinema Newcastle, reviewing a poem…see www.myspace.com/queerbeatsfestival On September 4 2010, I read at the Callander Poetry Weekend hosted by Poetry Scotland. I have also written Art Criticism for Peel and Combustus Magazines. I was involved in The Creative Engagement In Research Programme Research Constellation exhibitions of writing and photography which showed in London (march 13 2012) and Edinburgh (July 4 2013) see http://www.researchconstellation.co.uk/ . I co-edit the poetry magazine
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~SCHIZOPHRENIC TENDENCIES~A Poem by James Dennis Casey 1V.

 
I know my flaws
Holding on to the darkness
As I step out of the light
 
I did everything I ever did
I own up to it too
Never hiding behind a phrase
 
“The devil made me do it”
Not in my vocabulary
 
Good
Evil
Never satisfied
Either way
I keep them both hungry
 
Sometimes I recognize myself
Others I don’t
The times in between
Are madness
 
Schizophrenic tendencies
Of a multi-faceted gem
 
I fuel myself with whiskey
Fight
Drink
Fuck
 
Yet my heart is full of empathy
Forgive
Forget
Love
 
Many different faces
Many different masks
 
Hobo lullabies
Rich man dreams
Commando stain pants
Fresh clean shirt

 

 
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Bed. A Poem by Martin Foroz

 

      It was not
      the same bed
      Your spirit,
      somewhere else
      But the flesh
      familiar

 
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Mohammad Forouzani (Martin Foroz) is an Assistant Professor of English
Language and Literature. He is originally Iranian, and is now living and teaching
at university in Oman. His poems were recently published in Voice of Monarch
Butterflieies: Middle Eastern anthology by Ten Poets from Ganges to Nile
(2016-
Editor: S. Saeidnia), Tuck Magazine (August 2016), and Raven Cage Ezine (2016, 3rd issue).
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WHAT THE METAL HOLDS TOO LONG IS CONSUMED BY FIRE #34#35#36. Poem by Darren C. Demaree

 
WHAT THE METAL HOLDS TOO LONG IS CONSUMED BY FIRE #34
 
The small, repeatable
actions
 
that go wrong one time
always snatch
 
your throat
& divide it up
 
into a tributary
of failure
 
that dumps fire
into more fire, spreads
 
until the harbor
becomes a deep hell.
 
 
WHAT THE METAL HOLDS TOO LONG IS CONSUMED BY FIRE #35
 
Throw the remaining eggs
at the ashes of the silo. Eat
 
what cooks there. Enjoy
the plenty that is nothing
 
left to burn. If the house
goes up too, your fingers
 
will substitute for the silver
that can never be saved.
 
WHAT THE METAL HOLDS TOO LONG IS CONSUMED BY FIRE #36
 
Wear the crisping.
Wear it into town.
Pick a bar, rural
superhero, the silo
smoking on your chest
is worth a month
of free Wild Turkey.

 
 
 
 
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“Darren is a dangerous dreamer, concocting love poems to his home state, and pastorals to his true love. But there’s always something more beneath the surface: sex and violence, villainy, mutilation, uneasy redemption and troubled ecstasy. These poems are pins pressed deep in the disfigured heart of America. They work a dark magic on the reader — they’re unsettling in necessary ways.” Christopher Michel
 
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My poems have appeared, or are scheduled to appear in numerous magazines/journals, including the South Dakota Review, Meridian, The Louisville Review, Diagram, and the Colorado Review.
 
I am the author of “As We Refer To Our Bodies” (2013, 8th House), “Temporary Champions” (2014, Main Street Rag), “The Pony Governor” (2015, After the Pause Press), and “Not For Art Nor Prayer” (2015, 8th House). I am the Managing Editor of the Best of the Net Anthology.
 
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SWIMMING TO THE MOON. A Poem by Steve De France

Tonight my fingers stiffly stumble across
my keyboard as my mind is repulsed,
as I am frightened of this task, as I am afraid
of the pain of thought., as my spirit fills & trembles
with the mystery in words.
Words that once flashed
in the eyes of the dying,
words that fade into a wet cough,
words brushing past the living
with silken lips as cold as marble,
their frightened gasps merge into darkness.
Ancient images tumble into my mind, I pass the
rough tips of my short fingers across my
damp forehead—very carefully as I
rehearse for my passage to the moon,
knowing all of us will have to make this swim
through skin and blood and memories.

 
 

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Steve DeFrance is a widely published poet, playwright and essayist both in America and in Great Britain. His work has appeared in literary publications in America, England, Canada, France, Ireland, Wales, Scotland, India, Australia, and New Zealand. He has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize in Poetry in both 2002 and 2003. Recent publications include The Wallace Stevens Journal, The Mid-American Poetry Review, Ambit, Atlantic, Clean Sheets, Poetrybay, Yellow Mama and The Sun. In England he won a Reader’s Award in Orbis Magazine for his poem “Hawks.” In the United States he won the Josh Samuels’ Annual Poetry Competition (2003) for his poem: “The Man Who Loved Mermaids.” His play THE KILLER had it’s world premier at the GARAGE THEATRE in Long Beach, California (Sept-October 2006). He has received the Distinguished Alumnus Award from Chapman University for his writing. Most recently his poem “Gregor’s Wings” has been nominated for The Best of The Net by Poetic Diversity. for further poems by Steve De France see www.artvilla.com & www.motherbird.com
 
 
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Let me go. A Poem by Robin Wyatt Dunn

 

Let me go;
I am drawn.

 
Hereout the maids hinder my suffering;
The maids are buildings, and faces.
The asphalt itself. They seem to care for me;
to prevent my exit from the city’s gravity.

 
All my wishes are spent on the mornings here;
And even the nights tell me I am growing.

 
I want to shrink, under the sun,
Away from all this history.
 
 
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Robin Wyatt Dunn lives in Los Angeles.
 


“Agitate. Agitate. Agitate.”
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Out of Time. A Poem by Soodabeh Saeidnia

 

Years have passed and that slim cider plant

is now a strong tree

The mesmerizing highway’s been constructed

across the mysterious sea

Wars started and presumed

to be ended soon

My senses have deadened, whereas my body

promoted to defend
 

I wonder why in this time

I’m not feeling good, I’m not fine
 

Days have come and nights have gone

without a sign of evolution in our genes

Climate smirks at our greenhouse dreams

Through once in a while, monsoons of disease

cyclones of death

Men are digging the earth at a furious pace

but I’ve always known that there are planets, in which

rains are diamond, snows emerald
 

Along this ephemeral wasting of time

I’m not feeling good, I’m not fine
 

The spider web’s connected all the people

Some are trapped like butterflies,

Some are tearing off the net, though cannot fly away

I heard their wings have hurt

and needed a century of rest

Galaxies have been expanding through the Dark Energy

I know that the chance of dropping in a Black Hole

is less than becoming human for some men

We are now safe living in the Milky Way!
 

But I’m running out of time

I’m not good, I’m not fine
 
 
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Soodabeh Saeidnia lives in NYC but originally is Persian. She got her Pharm D and Ph.D. of Pharmacognosy and has worked as a researcher, assistant and associate professor in the Kyoto University (Japan), TUMS (Iran) and University of Saskatchewan (Canada). She is interested in English literature and poetry, and has published a collection of her poems, Words for myself, in Farsi. Her poems have been published (or a head of publishing) in the American magazines and literary journals including Squawk Back, Sisyphus Quarterly, Paradox, TimBookTu, Bobbling of the Irrational, SPINE, American Writers Journal, Tuck Magazine, La Libertad, Tiny Poetry, Indiana Voice Journal, The Pen, 352 degrees and the Great Weather for Media. A number of her poems have been printed in the books Where the Mind Dwells and American Poet by Eber & Wein Publishing as well as Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze by Johnson Publications and Artistic. Her newest book, Street of the Ginkgo Trees is now available online on Amazon.

 
 
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Oslo. A Poem by Christie-Luke Jones

A solitary orange for breakfast; she delivers it with her unmistakably virginal smile,

kneels by my bed in thanks.

My body fizzes with polarising urges strong enough to kill us both.

Her apartment is beyond all comprehension; I feel undeserving of its pine-scented

air, the only discordant note in an otherwise harmonious melody.

She dresses in furs and heavy knits.

Her glowing skin and lithe body are untouched by the sweating guilt of midnight

trysts.

A nervous laugh rocks the vast drifts as our paths tentatively entwine across the

blank expanse of canvas.

Our eyes devour in absence of trembling lips.

The inevitability is palpable.

A joyful expression of unspoken lust; her hands scream to be touched.

I debate the drop, survey the cliff edge with a melting restraint.

Hurtling forth; I find myself discussing pickled herring in her father’s slippers.

God-fearing Christians, no doubt afraid of this wolf in sheep’s clothing.

Such a charming sheep, though. I bleat and graze with impeccable timing, convince

even myself.

Neither of us find sleep that night.

Impatience drives me to my annex room, whilst her mind is a dance of plush hearts

and handwritten love letters.

Another 12 hours to keep my mask from slipping.
 
 
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