Leslie Philibert

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

Leslie Philibert Poems

241. The North Cape 7/11/2016
242. High North 7/31/2016
243. Old 8/17/2016
244. Frozen Fox 8/24/2016
245. A Fox In Snow 8/24/2016
246. The Sea At Night 9/1/2016
247. End Of Summer 9/6/2016
248. Rented Sky 3/13/2015
249. Donegal 3/27/2015
250. Rowan 4/4/2015
251. Genesis In March 2/28/2015
252. The Italian Way To Say Goodbye 6/20/2014
253. Finnish 10/2/2014
254. Altoetting 2/12/2014
255. Triumph-Adler 10/20/2013
256. Poet In A Cage 4/10/2013
257. The Alps At Night 7/21/2013
258. Secretary 9/25/2012
259. Breakfast With Dave - A Satire 5/9/2013
260. The Liverpool-Belfast Ferry 1/1/2013
261. Shelley - The Last Voyage 12/14/2012
262. Maths In The Park (For Marzena) 11/27/2012
263. Poetry Magazines 11/18/2012
264. A Tumult Of Water 7/11/2012
265. Not About You 7/11/2012
266. Escape 7/11/2012
267. Prospero 8/28/2012
268. The Fifth Season 2/10/2013
269. Skinhead 5/14/2013
270. Childhood Beach 6/24/2013
271. Take The Bus, Bob 4/13/2013
272. Lilith 5/11/2013
273. A Small Death 2/22/2015
274. Lightbird 3/8/2015
275. Breathwing (For Sophie Scholl) 1/19/2014
276. Shackleton`s Grave 5/6/2013
277. A Night On A Beach (Translated And Adapted From Heinrich Heine) 12/22/2012
278. Fracking 12/16/2014
279. Table Dance 11/7/2014
280. A Winter Poem 12/21/2014
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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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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