Poem for Leonard, Written in a Note Book, Melbourne 02/10/2017.
I read you
in Swanston Street
as the trams
tracked by.
I read you
feeling jet lagged,
though I hadn’t flown
except on the
wings of Dharma.
You shared those wings,
never telling in your words.
(Poem continues written in the State Library of Victoria.)
Did you give a
hint in song
or
sign,
that flying
is not just for
birds?
So many listened
so many strained to hear.
Did you whisper:
The Wrights
aren’t
the only ones.
Did I not pause
long enough to hear?
Will you tell it from
the grave?
Tell them,
fly
to freedom
on wings of wisdom.
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I'm a Chaplain at Townsville's hospitals and also teach Calm Abiding Meditation to any one who's interested.
I have facilitated Calm Abiding Meditation for soldiers with post traumatic stress disorder and find this an amazing experience.
I work part time as an usher at Townsville's Civic Theatre and get to see some great plays and musicals, as well as some not so great, school speech nights!
(Unbelievably, this theatre has the highest seat occupancy rate of any theatre in Australia.)
I also work as an invigilator at the local Uni. (bet that's got you looking for your dictionaries!)
A group of writers ('My Crazy Artist Friends') gives me live fed back on my poems.
They are the survivors of Writers in Townsville Society (WITS) of which I was president /secretary for over ten years.
I enjoy writing poetry and am grateful to my grade 12 English teacher, Mrs Grimmer for coaxing the dead poets off the page and into the class room.
Hope you enjoy reading my work.
Stay happy, keep reading,
Phil Heang.
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