Morning Raga

Tree branches shower blossoms
Petals beneath my feet.
Morning scents green, cool
Mist from valley below invades
Curtains of grey blur sun splinters.

Before day comes air is brisk.
Silent.

Silent?

Listen.
A lone bird sings clear,
Breeze whispers a gentle breath on cheek.

Listen again.

Trembling leaves glisten wet
Cobwebs dangle dew drops
Imperceptible they dance.

Down the path winding into pool of grey
I embrace the floating silence that comes.

No questions, no answers.

Leaving behind me the passing season
I pocket the morning
Walk on.

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Selected: 1 of 24
Poetry Anthology Turner Maxwell

Dreams from my Father by Barack Obama

Great men become greater.

Dreams From My Father is an autobiography written with a beauty of language that could easily be mistaken for fiction of a literary stature. Throughout the three sections — his origins in Hawaii, his life in Chicago and his visit to Kenya — Barack Obama’s reflections shape the book with much intelligence. Dreams from his father… not quite his own dreams and not his father’s dreams either.

It is a book about divisions and parts and exposures to cultures: Hawaiian, American (black and white), African and Asian. And being closely knit with each. It is an understandable whole, a rich personal history.

Barack Obama is born to a white American mother from Kansas and a black Kenyan father. His parents part company soon after the birth of the child. His father returns to Kenya and Barack hardly has him in his life after that. He is brought up by his mother and grandparents in Hawaii. When his mother remarries, mother and son go to live in Indonesia where he is brought up by his Indonesian stepfather. Living and attending school in Indonesia exposes him to a totally different culture and experiences. His mother sends him to America to complete high school.

Soon after, he travels to Kenya, where he gets to know his father and meets his ‘brothers and sisters’ and a horde of aunties and uncles and other relatives. On his return to America, he continues his studies and, after graduating, he goes to Chicago to work in underprivileged black communities before deciding to go to law school at Harvard.

Hawaii, Indonesia, America, and Kenya give texture to his life. His exploration of his identity and understanding, his taste of a varied life of weaknesses and strengths, is written with honesty, sensitivity and openness.

Barack Obama is a great writer and it is not surprising that his oratory reflects a man of conviction, and a man who is comfortable with himself.

We are indeed fortunate to have such a man live amongst us and for us to be in an era where we get to read him, see him, hear him, and experience the changes he hopes to bring about.

Tiger Year Dragon Dance

Northern cold, eleven degrees. Sky overcast. Tiger, element metal, waited his turn, began today in heavy drizzle. Sent dragon passionate in red and spring spirit in green. Hastening growth, breathing clouds of shifting fog. Tall boys carry bamboo poles, flags of colours strong. Procession drenched, wet hair, soggy shoes. Tiger-sent-Dragon dances up slope, stops at gate. Vibrant passion, valiantly leaps, gyrates to voice of gongs. Cymbals drown birds sounds in sullen branches. Dragon, eyes rolling, collects fortune packet. Fire crackers burst, cordite, evil spirits cast off. Lettuce strewn for new start he backs away wishing us Gong Xi Fa Cai.

Dear President BARACK OBAMA

Congratulations on your successful first year.

Against all odds

In his inauguration speech President Obama informed America and the world: ‘Challenges are real. They are serious and many. And they will not be easily solved in a very short time.’

But he has accomplished much of what he set out to do and in a short time. St. Petersburg Times, the Pulitzer Prize-winning , fact-checking service reports in detail: http://www.politifact.com/

When he came to office he inherited a horrendous legacy of a country in crisis, and the collapse of world economy, and hate and anger at home and abroad.

In the one short year he has the financial institutes working, created transparency, travelled widely not only attending meeting after meeting at home and abroad, but has met world leaders in their own countries or at the White House to redeem the love and respect America had lost in the past few years. His representatives have gone abroad to renew good will and trade connections.

But the one year certainly seems a desperately long time to the opponents of President Obama.

The cry goes out: close Guantanamo but don’t bring the men we capture, our prisoners to our shores; get rid of Al Qaeda but don’t spend our money and don’t send out our soldiers; we want healthcare but don’t tax us; create jobs, but don’t anger countries from whom we buy what we can produce locally. One after another mealy mouthed screams continue.

Since the election it would seem the Republicans are keen to divide the country, it’s us and him. Smear campaigners work overtime, digging deeper and deeper. Hyper-hysterical media feed the public with out-of-context irrelevant and false information. What weird democracy is this!

Perhaps it would be easier for the Republicans and the Tea-baggers and the Christian Fundamentalists if President Obama did not have a exotic name, and if he’d been born in the boondocks in USA somewhere. And perhaps it would even be a little tolerable if he’d was a slave son. Adversaries and armed rebellions and assassination plots would be fewer.

Not a coalition for the betterment of the people but an ignorant, ‘demented, vindictive’ opposition to democracy is what I see.

Kindle

A quantum leap in reading.

In December 2009, on a no-special-gift-giving day, Don presented me with Kindle 2.

Imagine a hard cover 1cm thin and weighing 289 grams (10.2 oz) and readably squeezed into it 1,500 books. That’s my Kindle, a mean machine and thing of beauty. Slim, sturdy, comfortable and delicious to handle.

Within 45 seconds I purchased my first eBook, right on the device, wireless and no computer connection. Kindle works on the phone principle – 3G. I have another 349,000 titles to choose from.

Rotation of 15cm (diagonal) screen gives landscape or portrait viewing. Six different font sizes make for effortless reading. And the 16 level grey scale and 600×800 pixel resolution in the electronics paper is glare proof and easy on the eye.

Page turns back and forth, previous page or next page on the press of a button, and Kindle remembers and bookmarks the last page read. When it is reopened next it brings up the location. Built-in dictionary and access to Wikipedia allows looking up words on the reading page. Like pencilling in, highlights, notes and comments are made on the page. Books purchased and all notations are backed up by Amazon. Speech function will read book aloud and turn pages. Don’t expect a passionate, emotional human voice, just a friendly robot.

I am a great fan of Audio Books and Kindle downloads these too.

Recharging is fast and Kindle remains charged for about four days of avid reading, with wireless turned on, or two weeks turned off.

Besides books Kindle also gives access to daily newspapers, magazine subscriptions and blogs and has a built-in PDF reader. Browse the internet, send emails, do word processing on the machine and acts as a MP3 player. Kindle apps are free for iPhone and iPod.

A huge bonus for us writers – Kindle e-books CANNOT be passed on or re-sold after they are read. There is still hope I can move out of sleeping beneath the underpass.

Will I still buy physical paper books. Yes. My reading, like the octopus, has many tentacles and will grab on to every kind of reading material available. Nothing really replaces anything. ‘Everything just splinters.’

More at: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0015T963C