A Casual Beggar – Soap Opera – December 11, 2014

 

Episode 6, 245 … on the streets of New York

Mishima Marconi* the millionaire photographer and his ex-actress wife, Maryam stand on the corner in downtown New York, shivering in the cold.

“When did Lucas say he saw Michael?” Mishima asked her for about the 100th time.

“Just last night.  He was begging near the traffic lights.” Maryam said and held her hand out to him, remembering how they’d met so many years ago.  There was a dewy dreaming look about her eyes.

“Ah … I think some god is getting his vengeance!  That our only son should become a beggar and drug addict.  I can’t believe this!” he moaned woefully.

Then, out of the dark shadows, a beggar comes towards them.

“Got a dime to spare mister?” he says with a certain amount of irony.

“Michael … oh my boy!  We’ve found you at last! Come home with us!” Maryam throws herself towards him, but he quickly backs away.

“Ah shit!  Are you still doing the loving mother role?  Too bad you two were never around when I needed you as a kid.  Always gallivanting from one country to another … the shining icons of the jet set.  Just give me some money and leave me in peace!” he growls.

Mishima, head high and chest out says: ” Don’t talk to your mother that way.  She’s been worried sick since you lit out last month.  You didn’t even take a tooth-brush with you!  Whatever were you thinking making us worry like this!”

He moves menacingly towards his son with the idea of trying to shake some sense into his brain.  Michael, backs off for a second, but then the two begin to tussle in the street.  Another beggar comes up and with him there’s a young woman.

“Stop! Stop!” she shouts.

Too late.  Mishima falls to the ground hitting his head hard on the pavement.  Blood seeps onto the dirty snow.  Micheal grabs his mother’s purse and with the other two he runs down the street.

Music plays the scene fades from our screen.

* follow the link for the original story, A Casual Beggar.

Written for Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie and Traces of the Soul

For My Friend Oliana Kim – Free Verse – October 19, 2014

 

Kandinsky_couple-riding-1906under a soft feathery sea
of a grey duvet on a cold day …
she dreamt of a handsome prince
and long sweet pony-back rides …

oh how difficult t’was to rise,
so lovely and warm she felt inside
until squeaky squeaks were heard!

jumped she from paradise
to chase a mouse around the house
coming back to stark reality!

if only that hooty owl,
that screeched in her reveries,
would join the chase right now –
for her kitty stayed abed
under the grey feather sea
enjoying her warm autumn nap.
her only alternative you see
without owls or cats or princes …
was a humble,
peanut butter
trap!

Written for Oliana Kim at Traces of The Soul

Life and Death – Free Verse – July 27, 2014

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And if I had a choice
What would it be?
To keep walking in this valley of tears
Or through the valley of death
Alas, it seems to me,
There’s no choice at all
For whatever I might want
The final choice isn’t mine
Being that his majesty, Sir Death,
Will come and take me
In the End.

But, what if I had a choice
To defeat the Reaper Man,
Would I want to keep on forever
In this never-ending daily fight …
To see the constant cruelty
The awful maiming strife
Of inhumane humanity,
As it bulldozes its way through life …
I’d probably say … yes! Alas for me,
It’s a good thing I can’t choose,
In the End.

© G.s.k. ’14

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Written for Relections Tracesprompts # 12

Lost in Translation – June 17, 2014

Bavarian Band

Bavarian Band

Bavarian Band

With an umpapa umpapa …
We listened to the band that day,
Enjoying the fractured German …
Bavaria on the plains

They put their heart into the show,
They played their music fair …
‘Twas fun to watch their antics!
Bavaria on the plains

An air of October fest …
The band played their songs just right!
Elves and vampires just ignored them
Bavaria on the plains

We from Trentino felt our blood roar
With the joy of the mountain beat!
Though Spiderman seemed blasè,
Bavaria on the plains

Then a group of heavy-metal rockers,
Blasted its wares outside the tent,
What a cacophony it was! We left …
Bavaria on the plains.

With an umpapa umpapa …
We’d listened to the band that day,
Enjoying the fractured German …
Bavaria on the plains

Modern Music

Modern Music


The other day at the comic fest in Villafranca (Italy) inside the tent where food and drink was served, there was this cool little Bavarian band.  They really were very funny and they played well, closing your eyes you could imagine yourself being off somewhere in a German or Austrian beer garden.

For the most part though, the people seemed to be indifferent to the band.  I felt kind of sorry for them, if they’d been here in Arco or Riva, everyone would have been humming, singing and swaying with the music!

They tried to get the public to participate in some of their gags … but nothing doing.  Then outside the tent, a group with their electric guitars up to about 100 decabels let loose.  We looked at each other and decided to go look at some more stands.

One of the major problems I think, for the band, was that at the comic fest there was more an air of Japanese manga, fantasy, ghosts and monsters etc.  Everywhere you looked there were elves, ninja, ghost busters, vampires and there was even a guy dressed up as Edward Sissorhands (with real sissors by the way) not to speak of a zombie girl with white contact lenses!  On top of that the average age of the crowd must have been mid-twenties.

Therefore a Bavarian folk band was just not speaking the same language as the crowd.


I’m not sure if this is exactly what Oliana Kim wanted, but I wrote this for Lost in Translation – Traces Prompt #6

 

 

I’ve been rengaed! A challenge! June 9, 2014

Hello!

Over the week-end I decided to catch up with some of the prompts offered by Carpe Diem Haiku Kai and one of them was dedicated to the up-coming Summer Solstice … my contribution is here and the prompt here:

The haiku of the series of haiku was inspired by Oliana Kim from Traces of the Soul’s.  This morning she sent a comment and “renga-ed” one of my haiku:

summer memories
friends playing with verse and song
laughing heartily
(c) G.s.k.

and she replied:

toasting wine in merriment
lakeside stroll concludes the night!
(C) Oliana Kim

I thik it’s a really great renga!  So on this bright Monday morning (in Italy anyway … I’d like you all to participate in Oli’s renga!

Remember a renga is a  verse written by two poets…one giving the leading hokku (for us haiku) and the second completing the thought with a two line 7 syllable closing poem. In ancient Japan it was quite the game to play among cultured people.

You say it looks like a tanka… well written by one person, we’d call it a tanka, but when it’s written by two, it’s a renga!

summer memories
friends playing with verse and song
laughing heartily
(c) G.s.k.

Are you game?  If so either add your two verses in the comments below, or write your own post and link it to this one!  I’d love to see what you come up with!

Have a great week!  Georgia.