I received a video of the last poem Easybeat did at a live poem reading sent to me by one of the audience. He had to read poems of his published in a book. Here is a poem I just wrote about that.
First Time Up
Many forget how significant they are.
No matter what path life deals.
Or how it feels.
Every story told has a lesson.
Good bad sad.
It takes a book with two of his poems.
Spoken in a bar.
First time ever.
In front of a crowd.
He picks up his lines.
Spoken in short time.
Lines about a significant part of his lifetime.
His words can make their choice of liquid just another spectator.
Not an important player in the game they thought they came to play.
Liquid wetting their whistles and opening their ears.
Maybe those listening haven’t been there.
Until now his life experience wasn't theirs.
It wasn’t part of their time.
Now it is.
In a small part of an hour.
You wont hear a pin drop.
His words have power.
A magnet.
A fishing net.
Fishing net made of words.
Drawing his audience into his boat.
The silence is broken when his voice stops.
Their palms connect beating a rhythmic thanks.
Out of their mouths come cheers of approval.
