"Describing Greg Byron as a 'Spoken Word' performer, or even 'Poet' is like calling Bill Bailey "a musician who tells jokes" or Winston Churchill as "a politician who smokes" - not technically incorrect but it doesn't tell you the whole, and far more interesting' story. It's like watching John Cooper Clarke snog John Hegley while Pam Ayres watches..."

BBC Radio

My collection of poems called IF YOU'RE NOT ANGRY ARE YOU AWAKE? is available from Amazon:

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Youre-Not-Angry-Are-Awake/dp/1981958444/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1518625186&sr=8-1&keywords=greg+byron

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So here is where I live - virtually - there are reviews and videos of poems, on their own page (see above) and I write a mix of wordage driven by social commentary, or themes, or just thoughts that need expression. Some are serious, or sardonic -  and others are thoughtful, poignant or comic. It's the variety that makes for a good show, and I'm the first to say that SPOKEN WORD is exactly that: words that are spoken. I think my poems are better heard than read:

Now touring POETIC LICENCE in 2019... A FEW NEW POEMS ETC...

The first full-length show was called: WORDSHOW

It's a look at all sorts of things - my 55-word prose 'word sketches', character portraits, science, ignorance, the quest for knowledge, the current state of the world around us, confusions and cruelties...

He Talked in Scrawl

My son arrived, born under water

Eyes wide open, he joined my daughter.

He cried, he smiled, he talked in scrawl

I never knew what he meant at all -

Still close to God, and innocent

Why would I know what he meant

Not yet worldly, not yet wise

The universe held in his eyes

The crying starts, today, tomorrow

Not hunger, heat, but cries of sorrow

Sees the godhead disappear?

No longer sure of why he’s here?

And then the journey- 80 years

To find again what led to tears.

For in those moments after birth

We briefly knew what we were worth.

I watched him staring into space

A smile plain upon his face?

Did angels gaze or spirits walk?

I used to wish that he could talk.

He smiled, he laughed, he talked in scrawl

I never knew what he meant at all.