The first thing one thinks about when the word goal is mentioned is lots of football fans jumping up and down cheering. This kind of goal is just a fleeting moment in time. My goal is to touch people with my poetry and comic verse. I have done it in isolated occasion’s, made one or two people laugh or cry. But what I want to do it standing in front of a group of people, and move them. To this end, I am going to perform my first open mike night in just over one week’s time.
My best friend was going to support me, but we lost him last year, so I will do it for him. I have plenty of other friends who will be egging me on both at the venue and thousands of miles away including a new friend I have made doing my blog.
Wish me luck.

The man stood there, he trembled and shook, on his face a worried look.
He looked round the room, spotted some faces he knew. “Well” he told himself, you’ve got into this mess there’s only one thing to do.
He cleared his throat and began to speak, hoping and praying no one thought him a freak.
His voice it soon began to ring out clear and true, he could see by the looks he was starting to get through.
His wife she was smiling, his friends nodding in approval, it wasn’t as he feared there wasn’t going to be a forced removal.
He finished his readings it wasn’t as feared, twenty odd people all stood up and cheered..

At least that’s how I hope it goes, on the other hand I could get booed off the stage.

All words Meadowhead Bard.