Leslie Philibert

Leslie Philibert Poems
81. | Autumn As Love Grows Old | 10/19/2013 |
82. | Steffie Looks Down The Corridor | 10/17/2013 |
83. | Kafka | 10/24/2013 |
84. | Taking The Old Lady Home | 10/28/2013 |
85. | The Peat Warriors | 11/8/2013 |
86. | Himmler`s Smile | 11/9/2013 |
87. | Mother | 11/12/2013 |
88. | Cat | 11/15/2013 |
89. | My Keys | 11/21/2013 |
90. | Church | 11/23/2013 |
91. | Lady Frost | 11/29/2013 |
92. | Sacrifice | 12/1/2013 |
93. | Love | 12/4/2013 |
94. | Clinic | 12/8/2013 |
95. | Eel | 12/10/2013 |
96. | Cry | 12/18/2013 |
97. | Die Feldkapelle | 1/15/2014 |
98. | Ghazal | 1/24/2014 |
99. | Lorna, King Lear And Portrush | 1/29/2014 |
100. | Corpus | 2/7/2014 |
101. | Hoar Frost | 2/19/2014 |
102. | Behind The Crucifix | 2/23/2014 |
103. | Cats | 3/2/2014 |
104. | Wrong | 3/7/2014 |
105. | Elegy For Les | 3/13/2014 |
106. | Some Wit For The Delight Of The Groundlings | 3/18/2014 |
107. | The Lost Poem | 3/21/2014 |
108. | Southeast Nineteen | 3/28/2014 |
109. | Priest | 3/29/2014 |
110. | A Murdered Girl Sleeps Next To The Motorway | 4/2/2014 |
111. | The Dead Poet | 4/12/2014 |
112. | Epileptic | 4/18/2014 |
113. | The North Is Winter | 4/23/2014 |
114. | What Is Happening To You Now | 4/27/2014 |
115. | Deontic Modality | 5/1/2014 |
116. | Cinema | 5/3/2014 |
117. | Evi On The Beach | 5/8/2014 |
118. | The Moon And The Burning Landship | 5/14/2014 |
119. | Copy Children | 5/18/2014 |
120. | Ostfront | 5/23/2014 |
Comments about 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.
Jogger
Being chased by a ghost, the roots of his teeth
break with impact, joints tied together with string,
corpus filled with compressed breath.
He gasps stones, grit and smoke, an air maschine,
a wet, strained mask, the bottom of his lungs filled with silver.
His heart shakes like a shocked bird.
It is as if all things in the park have been stilled,
Mr. Philibert, thank you for helping with some of my errors on some of my poetry. I am here to say that we use very differents styles of poetry. I have only been writing my poetry for a few years and it helps me get out some of my feelings so I do not forget them in life. I am person that forgets a lot of things in life pretty easily.
As poets we try to pour out the feelings from our hearts and souls. This is what helps me in my daily life, I have a life that was almost taken from me so I am trying to make the most of it by writing down my thoughts.
I hope that when I leave this place in life that my children will see the work that I done in my life. So please do not criticize a poet's work. We might not see their ideas but we still need to respect them for their work.
Your poems are thought provoking and I have to read it a few times and reflect your meaning.
re 'Hospital' absolutely brilliant..must find time to read more of your poems later
Your poems are well written and I enjoy reading them!
I enjoy reading your poems- a vivid blend of descriptions that enrich the mind, thanks.