Arslan Bayır, was born in 1958, in Bayır village of Alanya, Antalya. He attended primary school in his village, middle and high schools in Alanya, and university in Denizli. He also obtained a bachelor degree of Turkish language from Anatolian university in 1999.
Books published in Partnership:
Contemporary Arts (Güncel Sanat) magazine story and poetry competition-1
Contemporary Arts (Güncel Sanat) magazine story and poetry competition-2
Contemporary Arts (Güncel Sanat) magazine story and poetry competition-3
Contemporary Arts (Güncel Sanat) magazine story and poetry competition-4
Contemporary Arts (Güncel Sanat) magazine story and poetry competition-5
Contemporary Arts (Güncel Sanat) magazine story and poetry competition-6
Maviliklerde Sefer Etmek
Kuşun Kanadından
Bağımsızlık Kut-u (Kazak – Turkish)
Poetry: Seed, Mountains Curveted, Sprout, Autumn Dream Hauls. Getting Wet as Raindrops,
Spring Herald (In Uzbek), Life Passes – Time Passes, In Uzbek (in partnership with Aman
Matcan), Scream of the Blue.
Children Books: Sweet Faces, Child Plus (+) Flower, Tales, Tales from Grandma. Tales and
Legends of Ours, Our Book, Tales from Us, Path of Alara. Tales of Taurus Nomads, From the Wing
of the Bird (joint effort)
Stories: Carnivorous Stories, Two Dots and Four Days, Almonds Blossom, Morning Breeze
Research Books: The Strength we Need Atatürk, Why do we Read So Little, Who is going to
Save Turkish
Sun song (Serbian)
I’m Alone Without You (Uzbek)
Essay: From Thought to Pen.
Conversation: Letters and Conversations.
Publications – Books of Joint Effort:
Contemporary Arts Magazine Story and Poetry Competition: 1 – 6
Traveling in the Blue.
From the Wing of the Bird.
Happiness of Independence (Kazakh – Turkish)
Numerous poems are published in Ukrainian, Kirghiz, Moldavian, Russian, German, Kazak, Uzbek, Lithuanian Persian, Bashkir, Macedonian, Bosnian, Bulgarian, Polish, Uyghur, Indian, Tatar, Turkmen, Tuva, Yakut, Balkarian, Korean, Greek, Arabian, Gagauz, Mongol, English, Azerbaijani, Chuvash, Italian, Spanish, Hebrew, Chinese, Vietnamese , Portuguese, Romance, Tatar Serbian, Bangladeshi, Spanish, Portuguese and languages.
AWARDS
– In 1997, Cyprus Poetry Award in poetry competition of “Mısralık” journal, with his book called “Filiz”.
– In 2000, Jury’s Special Award in teaching themed poetry competition coordinated by “Anasam” in Kayseri
– 2001-2003 Jury’s Special Award in free branch of the poetry competition coordinated by “Simav Anadolu”
– In 2003, first places in both in Alanya ALKOD’s story and poetry competitions
– Special Award in Interview branch from Aydın Söke Sarı Zeybek journal
– In 2004, third place in Yirçe poetry competition in İzmir
– In 2004, first place in Şair Sabit İnce Poetry Competition with this book, “Çocuk Artı Çiçek”
– In 2005, Jury Special Award in Yirçe poetry competition
– In 2006, Jury Special Award in poetry competition coordinated by Sevgi Yolu journal, and Service Award to Turkish Poetry from Bursa Local Agenda 21 (“Bursa Yerel Gündem 21”)
– In 2007, second places in both essay and research branches in Sabit İnce Literature Awards
– In 2013, third place in Kıbatek (Cypriot and Balkans Eurasia Turkish Literature Association) story competition
– In 2015, Jury Labour Award in child poetry branch in Mevlüt Kaplan Child Literature Competition
– In 2015, first place in Mustay Karim Altun Kurat article competition coordinated by Russian journalists association and Bashkir writers
– In 2020, Russia’s Golden Feather and silver medal awards
– In 2021, Russia Golden Pen award
– Emir Temur Award of Uzbekistan Republic (2022), First place Golden Pen Award in Kyrgyzstan Republic Friendship Bridge essay competition (2022)
– The 2023 Kazakhstan Ahmet Yesevi award was given for his cultural studies and research in the Turkic world.
Journals and Newspapers that the writer published in:
Antalya Güncel, Cumhuriyet, Siyah Beyaz, Yeni Alanya, Bizim Alanya, Demokrat Alanya, Haber Alanya, Yeni Adana, Bartın, Ekspres, Hür Gerze, Hür Işık, Devrek Postası gazetelerinde ve Güncel Sanat, Aykırısanat, Maki, Tını, Damar, Kuzeysu, Kıyı, Çalı, Somhaber, Kardelen, Beşparmak, Bay (Yugoslavia), Şafak (Greece), Türk Sözü (Moldova), Balon, Alev (Bulgaristan), Kitap Dünyası (Uzbekistan), İzdinish Uygur edebiyatı. ( Uyghur) Broy, Simav Anadolu, Sarı Zeybek, Berfin Bahar, Duygu Seli, A- Edebiyat, Samsun Sanat, Amik, Güneysu, Kırk Ambar, Kimsesiz, Ana, Sevgi Pınarı, Sevgi Yolu, Şiiri Özlüyorum, Yankı, Başkent, Sanat ve İnsan, Uzak, İspinoz, Orbita, Mavi Yeşil, Mavi Dergi, Tay, Bizim Ece, Karalama, Şair Çıkmazı, Yaşayan Yarın, Yalın Ses, Ekin Sanat, abece, Öğretmen Dünyası, Şehir.
– We publish books as Baygenç Publishing in Turkey, and I also publish the international magazine Contemporary Art.
DO THE BELL TOLL CHİLDREN?
Tell, Hemingway
For whom the bells toll now
I don’t think it’s for Madrid streets
Siren sounds evoke
Screams of Mesopotamia
On the poems of Lorca
Blue-eyed, black-eyed and
Green otter-eyed children
Wake up during sunrise
While blue sky emits
First lights to the world
Baghdad burns in embers
Fog of a bomb
Blocks the sun
Children wants to see the sun
Time is almost over
All hopes will be plunged into darkness
They will not play skittles
On the narrow streets of Baghdad
Hemingway
For whom the bells will toll this time
Cold and dark fear will surround
Childrens’ eyes
They won’t comb their hair
Across the mirror
A crazy whistle will sorround
A piece of iron will inflict woinds on their bodies
In the cruelty of life
In Bagdath or
In anywhere else
AUTUMN
Autumn is here
The wind is blowing warm
The leaves are laying down one by one
Upon the earth
They quietly and calmly
Meet the brown earth.
Oh, you yellow leaf,
Where do you show your soul?
If you would just give me a sign though.
HE TRAIN
Here is the train leaving
Then again
One more
My hopes are like wagons
They are all gone one after another.
The waiting room is full then empty again
Everytime
The arriving passengers greeted the waiting ones
Yet I was not greeted
Just like my hopes.
It’s only me now
In this empty waiting room
And the waiting hours that don’t seem to run
And my lost hopes.
BEING FREE
In my mountains
I will be free
Where all the fake things
Are free of emotions.
As long as I’m still breathing
I will shout
In a festive mood
Everything that will happen
I will laugh at and I will get through it
I will grass in the cool waters
In the bosom of a river
Since always.
Even if they say we’re cold
I won’t mind
Because I will be free
From all these false feelings
And love.
Because I will be free
From all these false feelings
And love.
FIRE EYES
When you fall in love
With the sea
You can’t let it go anymore
It was all made of fire tears
Covering its face like velvet
It wanted to hide what was to be said
What should have been discussed
Just like the vanishing of a dividing cloud
Disappears in the sea of time
Otherwise, it will be difficult to live.
When you smile.
Was it too difficult for you
To compete against time?
Is a day worth a month?
There were months you were waiting for
Hopefully.
I knew your pride, but I would ask you
To keep every strand of hair.
Year turns into months, months into days
A way it would be found,
I would run with the wind
With the clouds
And I would rain over you
I would fall out of your hair
To the exhausted lands
I would kiss your seed
Just like the ground kisses it,
Exactly the same.
DOWNPOUR
It rains at night
All the troubles and the rains
The safety shoes on my feet
Fill the rooms with the smell of rain
The chirp sounds everywhere
The night loses its scream,
The light fingers of the darkness rain
Gently flows into the mornings
It beats the window
It rains at night
Waves of the wind
Sliding towards the villages
Spreads her hair
As water pours from tinned clouds
Willow branches bend into streams.
It washes and splits your hair
The earth absorbs water with its roots
The trees bud from the top
The light of lightning shines
Your eyes look like two lighters
That illuminates the darkness.
The sea swells and approaches the beach
It strikes the waves of the gulf
Over the beaches
The night shower
It rains cats and dogs
It takes away every thought
Just like rivers.
It becomes an ointment
For the one in need
Like the bosom of the earth
That is open to hope.
It rains at night
In the night shower
Clouds shake their heads,
The stars come down one by one
To share the joy of the earth
With those lonely friends.
RAIN
Look at the desire and the love
In the pink clouds
It’s raining over the distant harbours
Whereas the stars are falling at night
Drops in the eyes of the grass
They wait for the morning.
Oh, sunny mornings
Light them up
Take out the beauty that’s in your eyes
Or the night won’t get rid of
Your thirsty land
Hides inside your bosom
As it hides the seed
And even love remains silent.
WOMAN
From the first summer night
From the deep sleep
Outside
Dew drops
With the scent of flowers
The moon glows
Shining branches
Swaying in the wind
Ears of wheat
Like the woman’s long hair
Everything is mysterious
In the garden of your heart
The beginning of summer
In the very early hours
Touching your lips
Wet
Wine glass
Dew drops gardens
And roses…
NATURE
Mountains are majestic
Streams are shaded
Brilliant
Green and blue
Together
In the majestic mountains
Under the white veil
Spring flowers on branches
And the summer heat in our hearts
In the coolness of the highland
Autumn breezes
Fields laden with wheat
Grape wine
Green naphtha
Yellow tobacco chimneys
Cultivating the land
Returning to productivity
Kissing the hardworking hand
It is not far
It is within us.