William S. Tribell Poems

Hemp and Mulberry ride the winds, blooms have fallen.
Amid the willow's swayed dance I lie down at night,
Though can take no rest, rambling skies my temple plain.
Terracotta lotus blossom in the moon's light.
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I don't care to share
I know this about me
I accept this about me
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Left to wither, hidden away in wardrobe dark
Comely, flocculent, desperately worn wrap
Save memories; winter and days in the park
For it may be again, form and taste overlap
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There is a poem in my pocket,
Written on a cocktail napkin.
It's about the daytime sunny weather,
Love and heartache,
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Once a man died
Stepping off of the curb
Picking up a dime
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To thin
The thick gravy
Baby
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Canis lupus familiaris

Fed and bred For coat and tail
Friend to the end
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