Leslie Philibert

Veteran Poet - 1,803 Points (6th March 1954 / London, England)

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I am a social worker, poet and musician living in Bavaria in Germany.Born in London, I studied English Literature in Ireland before moving to Germany to work as a social worker. I am married and have two sons. more »

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  • Frank (popeye) Pulver Frank (popeye) Pulver (4/7/2013 8:03:00 PM)

    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.

  • Philo Yan Philo Yan (8/15/2012 6:31:00 AM)

    Your poems are thought provoking and I have to read it a few times and reflect your meaning.

  • Yvonne Rautenbach (8/14/2012 11:11:00 AM)

    re 'Hospital' absolutely brilliant..must find time to read more of your poems later

  • Aivilo Gnuoy (8/8/2012 3:09:00 PM)

    Your poems are well written and I enjoy reading them!

  • Kayoko Kan (7/11/2012 6:15:00 AM)

    I enjoy reading your poems- a vivid blend of descriptions that enrich the mind, thanks.

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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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