CAFFEINE’S – A POET’S TABLE…
Mr. Bishop: Gentlemen, fellas…
This has been an auspicious occasion,
despite the climatic challenges at hand.
Eu sou grato, for the time spent.
Mr. King: We all agreed today,
that a proper sense of community is the essential factor
for our communities. We must keep the communication lines
open for the greater of ourselves, our families and our friends.
Mr. Knight: Yes of course as long as everyone is on board with the
undiluted truth. Gotta tell like it is Fellas, but another time.
Right now I want to hear the Poet’s story.
Brazo why don’t you tell us that story again.
You know, papa’s story. The one about the jam on the wall.
One more time please.
Fella: There we go again…
Mr. Knight: Shut up you dumb duck! Brah, don’t mind this fool.
Ele é pequeno no cérebro.
Fella: What did he say huh? Huh?
Mr. King: Nada, don’t worry about it Fella.
Hey Poet come on.
One more time, for me, por favor.
okay, okay, here I go…
Alright, it’s like this. In my own words –
‘The Jam On The Wall’
so the devil walks thru a quiet town.
and realized that it was too clean for his liking.
because everybody got along just fine, you know.
there was a good rapport and a happy and chilled vibe, see.
so he decided to leave. but on the way out he noticed a pub.
this mutha sucker who is the real menace to society,
worked out his scheme. a proper mathematical equation
no doubt. he decided to smear jam on the wall.
this attracted a fly who got stuck into the jam.
then a cockroach who saw it’s supper presented by fate
darted over to grab his grub.
at the same time,
a good hearted gecko across room went to have a closer look.
by trying to rescue the fly this dude got involved in the mix.
not long after that a rat which just made residence
in this establishment grabbed onto what he saw as a meal.
the bar lady’s cat wasn’t going to allow these illegal
immigrants to play in his space so he decided to flex
his muscles and bounce these party poopers out.
but then a dog sitting with a blind man and his date
started barking at the commotion.
the bar lady in a false defense of her cat, smacked the man.
the blind man’s date retaliated by striking the bar lady.
and in a matter of minutes there was a major bar fight
which got the whole town going crazy with violence.
this in turn had God’s attention.
God angrily hollered at satan,
what did you do now!!!?
the devil replied with ‘I did nothing,
I just put jam on the wall…Hahaha…’
Fella: And the moral of the story is?
Mr. Bishop: Know who’s to blame for the chaos in the world.
Mr. Knight: People I say. People who are full of evil, or the devil
as our padre would like to say.
Fella: There’s just good and evil. As long as good people allow evil people
to prevail evil will exist.
Mr. Bishop: I say we need an urgent call for prayer regardless
nationality, colour, religion or social standing.
A need for community is evident.
Mr. Knight: True that padre, you can do the honors for us.
Besides all of this, how about lighter note.
Brother Poeta what’s your latest piece?
Artist: Just a little something for a special Queen and her princess.
And also for anyone else who feels the need to be inspired by my art.
Mr. Bishop: Hold on. Before you flow and off we go, how about we all
say a silent prayer to this. Listen…
Fella: und dann?
Artist: for more of her smiles,
STARLIGHT IN YOUR EYES…
blinking up in the night sky
And my mind wanders
much more than the times
I wash dishes in the sink,
At this time
I think about the songs
I haven’t written
and the pieces I’m yet to write,
In spite of atrocities
I sigh to myself
When I think about
what means a lot to me,
I think about your smiles
I think about your eyes
The starlight from your eyes
They tell me
warm & tender things
I’m yet to learn,
In this moment of solitude
As my heart burns
for the closeness of your being
I find comfort
seeing these stars
with the canopy over me
my angels hearts are near,
It’s such a wonder
As ponder on how
I see your eyes
up in the stars,
And how I see the starlight
in your eyes…
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