Leslie Philibert

Bronze Star - 2,779 Points (6th March 1954 / London, England)

Leslie Philibert Poems

321. The Earth And Earth 7/12/2012
322. A Short Primer Of Stones 7/3/2013
323. And Then 7/23/2012
324. Synecdoche 2/4/2014
325. Questions 2/18/2013
326. A Better World 11/3/2012
327. Hospital 8/8/2012
328. A Funeral In Winter 1/5/2013
329. The Secret Life Of Stones 8/10/2012
330. A Summer Poem 7/28/2013
331. A Dry-Stone Wall Near Coleraine (For Seamus Heaney) 9/4/2013
332. The Night The Moon Got Stolen 8/17/2012
Best Poem of Leslie Philibert

The Night The Moon Got Stolen

In the night the moon got stolen
lunatics shook their fists at empty heavens,
cats stared at holes in the dark night
and seas turned into lakes, tides refused,

And songwriters hit the wrong keys
while lovers went home for an early night,
words were not whispered in ears nor
arms thrown across shoulders in first joy.

Have no fear for this lost face in the sky,
the lady that shimmers over standing water.
Aurora will bring the slow return of dawn,
Libertas will free this stolen moonlight.

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When the silence is as taut as a violin string
the rest awaits as you climb past the invitation
of an open window, your day in shopping bags

that redden the joints of your hands, as if you
wait helpless at a busy junction, the heavy trucks
that throw warmth and grit in your face,

this is graceless, like worn slippers under a hospital bed

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