First Time Up

My goodness Pete you captured that all so well,brilliantly written.
you left out the part about trepidation and knocking knees.
a big pat on the back to those of you  who perform live,i don`t know how you do it.     

Peatle

Excellent !

I quite agree with Ken   that line is superbly brilliant !!

"His words have power.

A magnet.

A fishing net.

Fishing net made of words.

Drawing his audience into his boat.  "

Way to go my friend !
Jim     

Peatle

Excellent !

I quite agree with Ken   that line is superbly brilliant !!

"His words have power.

A magnet.

A fishing net.

Fishing net made of words.

Drawing his audience into his boat.  "

Way to go my friend !
Jim     

Brian now you have had your poetry performance baptism it will come as just another thing you do. You have always been a natural showman in public. I can see you and Nigel becoming renowned  performance poets.     

Thank you Jim there is an old proverb that  goes something like this, “A fish caught in the net starts to think.” I am sure Brian’s net made of words would have got the audience thinking.
Good health to you and your family.     

I agree Beamer it is a  very empowering feeling when you have the audience responding at the right times. Hearing the audience  laughter at my funny bits is one of the best feelings in the world.     

Good one Phill your post  got my imagination going.  A picture appeared in my head of an audience of little old ladies with their theatre binoculars trying to see my funny bits.     

Good one Phill here is a bit of a freestyle reply.

Viagra a gift from his groupie.
After the show.
And a long  walk in the snow.
After a snore and something more.
He left while letting her cat in the door.
He had more than he bargained for.
A little gift.
Given to her by another sir.
That made her pussy purr.
It was a trap.
Made for a rat.
Leaving him with the clap
In a 13th-century French clapoire  way.
His doctor without compassion looked at him.
With a big dislike for modern passion.
loudly taught, teenage fashion was made for vermin.
Muttered a  sermon on the wages of sin.
Telling his patient about silly places a man shouldn't have bin.
That was her price.
She made you pay.
For a roll in the hay.

Peatle and Phill

I was admiring how clever you boys are...... and then

I looked at the title of this post....  that's when I lost it -if i had been eating custard - it would have been a mess as well
too funny !!

Jim     

Cheers Jim and Phill.  I like your sense of humour Jim.    Here is another freestyle answer attempt. Hopefully Brian  will add some of his own witty bits when he reads this and Phill’s previous clever bits. Open to any other freestylers out there also who want to write something about first time up.
All this innuendo.
Not really casting aspersions.
Or here to create a diversion.
On Easy Beats  first poetry night.
Milking words to fill  this page with lines.
Most probably wasting mine and others time.
My imagined implications.
A fantasy about those caught in his spell.
While he delivered spoken  moments about his heaven and hell.
All his words drawn from a deep well.
Gaining respect good venerations from a room  filled with different  generations.
People thinking they have nothing in common  hearing and absorbing his words.
Here in New Zealand we have more flocks than herds.
We wear sheepish grins.
As we observe others sins.
While hiding ours in rubbish bins.
Young leaders trying to rise above the din.
Look to us in the hope we don’t throw them under the bus.
Seem to think  its great to swear and cuss.
Some of our very normal ways to others completely absurd.
On this his first performance poetic date.
Nervous about how he would rate .
Easy Beat our mate  wasn’t acting like a bull at a gate.
He didn’t say, “flock this or flock that”.
He used good words easy to understand and easy to relate.
Idolization of many woman for the man in the spot light.
Yeah right.
He would say,” obvious you weren’t there on the night”.
If you heard these new stories of his opening night.
The  man at the  centre of this story.
Would wonder how  all this imagination took flight.
In a cynical Kiwi way he would say.
“Yeah right.”
Groupies still exist. 
To chase me into the night.
“Yeah right.”
No longer a virgin performer after that night.
“Yeah right.”
One thing for sure he did well on his first night.

Brian.

I understand first night nerves
After a while they turn to apprehension
Expectant faces saying "come on entertain me"
So you take a deep breath, picture them all naked
Your mouth goes dry, it's now or never
Cough, a bluff you take a sip of beer
Now your first words come out loud and clear
Heckle me, I dare you!
You've got them and they're quiet
Till you reach the end then they erupt with cheers
They stand. They clap
They slap you on the back
Then you realise...I must have got something
But keep your feet on the ground
When you get home
As you close the front door
She who must be obeyed says
Get the kettle on I'm dieing for a cup of tea
Your not John Lennon yet!