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Warm Bahaman Breeze
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Warm Bahaman Breeze |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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Warm Bahaman Breeze (it is dripping this morning in Southern California, and a rain storm is coming. We need rain, still I consider how lucky I am to have a warm place to watch it from. Not everyone is so lucky, or as possitive as the fictional character in this poem, written with thought to the homeless.) In a rat-trap of boards and rain drip, dripping, Sweet William sat on a newspaper whistlin’ a tune, not a gloom tune, but a light, high and winsome like a warm Bahaman breeze tune. Beside him were two bananas splotched black mostly, but still hinting of the yellow of the place where they grew sun-ripe and sturdy. They were cast-offs now, like himself, Picked almost rotten from the dumpster behind the grocery store. He already ate the curled lettuce, and expired jar of Gerber’s pureed chicken, washed it down with some rain water. He was saving the bananas for last. While he whistled he imagined the slick sweet white and his pink tongue rolling it back and forth in his mouth, afraid that it would be gone to soon, before he was ready, knew it would be gone for sure once he started eating. So he waited, whistlen’ a tune, not a gloom tune, but a light, high and winsome like a warm Bahaman breeze tune. Of course, he had never been there, didn’t know a Bahaman breeze from arctic wind chill. He knew the length and breadth of many places he had never been, so he could taste these bananas now, while he was whistlen’ and they tasted sweet. --------- 10-99 .....repost |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Martie, And this is a sweet treat. A lovely and expressive write. Enoyed |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
  (smiles) Awwwwwww, I love this, sweet friend, your gorgeous words always light up these pages and whisper with a breeze of tropical sunshine! (kiss on cheek) I've never been there but I dream ever so much of going there and having many platanos, sweet friend, this is delightful, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Martie, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
It's amazing what pleasure we can get out of things depending on our lot in life. To the hungry, a banana can be a godsend, to the more affluent, a commodity. In some ways, the less one has, the more pleasure one gets out of things that others overlook. You did a wonderful job here, Miss M |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
I can't improve or even equal what Balladeer said... I can just be grateful to be touched by Martie magic this morning. *S* |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
...afraid it would be gone too soon... that is how your poetry leaves me, gone too soon... more, please... |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Like this...James |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Ah Martie...such a tender hearted write. I can see the virtual clearly and the picture is sad but oh so sweet the way you bring warmth to the situation in this word picture! A subject well addressed too! |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
ms martie wish I was there oh...duh! I am dug it babe |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Martie.... I could taste that banana....and I do know the want to savor something that you really enjoy eating...Sadly though, I usually gobble it down and wish I had not. This is an excellent poem. Very much enjoyed. Thanx! |
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Tim Senior Member
since 1999-06-08
Posts 1794 |
An excellent write Martie. Our lot in life is not always of our making, but our tune we whistle is... enjoyed muchly. |
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Madame Chipmunk Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-05
Posts 8296Michigan |
Oh what vivid imagery you present here, Martie Beside him were two bananas splotched black mostly, but still hinting of the yellow of the place where they grew sun-ripe and sturdy. They were cast-offs now, like himself, Picked almost rotten from the dumpster behind the grocery store. Wow!!!!!  ~ Michigan hugs to CaliforniaLyra |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
This was wonderful as always Martie! ~Hugs to you dear poetess~ ~Somewhere in my heart I'm always |
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