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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Leslie Philibert Poems
A Dry-Stone Wall Near Coleraine (for Sea...
As if the pale stones share the warmth between two sides; sea and field cut,
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,
Doors moan like lovers, as compassion flows like sick over scrubbed floors. Controlled circumstance of pity,
The Secret Life of Stones
Stones are family. They move in earth and water and are so strong they cannot be beaten. Stones live within themselves without fear. They change in winter through ice and in summer through sun.
A Summer Poem
You are the burnt map of Summer black-edged with lost words that make the heat a blanket
A Better World
China will be declared part of the Peoples Republic of Tibet; Somalia will send food parcels to the Swiss and the Mexicans will build a fence to prevent illegal immigration from the United States. There will be a Queen in Saudi-Arabia and Pussy Riot will be elected to
A Funeral in Winter
Early darkness; as oil we drip on tarmac, a gathering in black fallen from the sky. With lemon faces we shadow the next.
There are many questions that worry mankind Has Katie`s sister got a lovely behind? Is there life on Mars? , or even in the States? Will Obama and the Iranians ever be mates?
Fat books and dead poets Scattering in envy over my floor Each backless like a flipped crab
Outside I hear the sounds of children, the sounds do not get louder or softer, just a small stone in the hand of a morning, legs splayed and weak obscurely in cotton,
The Earth and Earth
Working the wet earth, bonded by standing water, as expected I do not find ghosts, but a layer of small stones and black roots.
A Lifting Of Birds
Hard as an empty factory, a sea of glass eaves brown with rust and first rain squares of light oblongate through broken panes
A carriage full of dried moths, faces sour with old leather, a midnight softness, perhaps a glass in water, slowly, and you speak of love in the conjunctive,
A Cup of Tea After Dad`s Death
Exactly the right colour, the perfect amount of milk one of Mum`s specials, as we gathered round the table in the kitchen and put the pictures together, the blue lights and the friendly doctor, who asked
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A Dry-Stone Wall Near Coleraine (for Seamus Heaney)
As if the pale stones
share the warmth
between two sides;
sea and field cut,
early light and full morning;
the path weathered and slow.