Leslie Philibert

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

Leslie Philibert Poems

161. Garden Ship 2/1/2015
162. Chain 2/4/2015
163. Day Sleeper (For Daniel) 4/17/2015
164. Salzach 4/28/2015
165. Off To Work In 1960 5/2/2015
166. A Path In A Closed Night 5/12/2015
167. Enamel 5/17/2015
168. Kafka Turned Round 5/23/2015
169. Wiedersehen In Howards End 6/3/2015
170. Sorting Onions 6/9/2015
171. Widower 6/14/2015
172. (tuesday) 6/17/2015
173. House Of Shouts 6/25/2015
174. Five Frames About Being Alone 7/3/2015
175. Five Pictures About Being Alone 7/3/2015
176. Night Song 7/8/2015
177. Oakchild 7/17/2015
178. The Bottle Collector 7/25/2015
179. Irrlicht 7/30/2015
180. Mooncalf 8/13/2015
181. For S. 8/25/2015
182. Black Dog 9/4/2015
183. A Single Image Of Clock Children (For Syria) 9/13/2015
184. Dark Church 9/24/2015
185. A Mowed Field, After. 10/2/2015
186. Half Life 10/7/2015
187. Doors In Winter 10/14/2015
188. Epiphany 10/18/2015
189. Door 10/26/2015
190. Departure (For Patrick) 10/30/2015
191. The Not Winter 12/8/2015
192. Coronach 12/11/2015
193. Sleep 12/25/2015
194. Seagulls Over Antrim 1/5/2016
195. Level Crossing 1/9/2016
196. The Forest Book 1/20/2016
197. Parkinson 1/28/2016
198. The Third Person 2/12/2016
199. Film School 2/23/2016
200. 09/11 2/29/2016
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.

Read the full of The Night The Moon Got Stolen

Not About You

Not about the way
you spread your fingers across your mouth,
playing shocked, then laughing.

Not even about your hair, straw.gold,
that moves across your forehard,
a mantle for northern paleness.

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