Ben
@mrcrowl.bsky.social
No longer
led by rational mind
nor faith in
overwhelming goodness.
Free becomes
the passageway.
“Refresh, refresh!”
it calls.
Anything but refreshed.
Who let you in?
Was it me?
It doesn’t matter
for now.
I see… again.
Back on the horse you go.
Lumpy old soul.
#poetry
led by rational mind
nor faith in
overwhelming goodness.
Free becomes
the passageway.
“Refresh, refresh!”
it calls.
Anything but refreshed.
Who let you in?
Was it me?
It doesn’t matter
for now.
I see… again.
Back on the horse you go.
Lumpy old soul.
#poetry
April 4, 2024 at 3:56 PM
No longer
led by rational mind
nor faith in
overwhelming goodness.
Free becomes
the passageway.
“Refresh, refresh!”
it calls.
Anything but refreshed.
Who let you in?
Was it me?
It doesn’t matter
for now.
I see… again.
Back on the horse you go.
Lumpy old soul.
#poetry
led by rational mind
nor faith in
overwhelming goodness.
Free becomes
the passageway.
“Refresh, refresh!”
it calls.
Anything but refreshed.
Who let you in?
Was it me?
It doesn’t matter
for now.
I see… again.
Back on the horse you go.
Lumpy old soul.
#poetry
Face turns away
from the beautiful
dancer in the rain
but heart refuses,
joins in the magic
unashamed to glide
under and over
to the beat of nature’s drum.
#poetry
from the beautiful
dancer in the rain
but heart refuses,
joins in the magic
unashamed to glide
under and over
to the beat of nature’s drum.
#poetry
March 18, 2024 at 9:39 AM
Face turns away
from the beautiful
dancer in the rain
but heart refuses,
joins in the magic
unashamed to glide
under and over
to the beat of nature’s drum.
#poetry
from the beautiful
dancer in the rain
but heart refuses,
joins in the magic
unashamed to glide
under and over
to the beat of nature’s drum.
#poetry
Buds cling tight
Frozen by winter’s cough
Awaiting their season
For the willing breath of Spring
To awaken hidden flowers
Now in full aperture
Resting in the noonday sun
#poetry
Frozen by winter’s cough
Awaiting their season
For the willing breath of Spring
To awaken hidden flowers
Now in full aperture
Resting in the noonday sun
#poetry
March 16, 2024 at 4:54 AM
Buds cling tight
Frozen by winter’s cough
Awaiting their season
For the willing breath of Spring
To awaken hidden flowers
Now in full aperture
Resting in the noonday sun
#poetry
Frozen by winter’s cough
Awaiting their season
For the willing breath of Spring
To awaken hidden flowers
Now in full aperture
Resting in the noonday sun
#poetry
Over committing
Now guiltily shitting, the
Early excitement, and
Subsequent frightment of
Promises made, yet
So easily trampled
Hung out in rooms
With the shards now dismantled.
Chaotic memes to
Resolve and unlearn
O, mother sleep
Let that sweet peace return
#poetry
Now guiltily shitting, the
Early excitement, and
Subsequent frightment of
Promises made, yet
So easily trampled
Hung out in rooms
With the shards now dismantled.
Chaotic memes to
Resolve and unlearn
O, mother sleep
Let that sweet peace return
#poetry
March 12, 2024 at 9:45 AM
Over committing
Now guiltily shitting, the
Early excitement, and
Subsequent frightment of
Promises made, yet
So easily trampled
Hung out in rooms
With the shards now dismantled.
Chaotic memes to
Resolve and unlearn
O, mother sleep
Let that sweet peace return
#poetry
Now guiltily shitting, the
Early excitement, and
Subsequent frightment of
Promises made, yet
So easily trampled
Hung out in rooms
With the shards now dismantled.
Chaotic memes to
Resolve and unlearn
O, mother sleep
Let that sweet peace return
#poetry
Cedar, elm tree, oak and pine
Stranded, gasping
“never mine.”
Walnut, maple, spruce & beech
I would not drink
the hurt you teach.
Ginkgo, olive, sycamore
Imagined rich
But truly poor
Chestnut, cherry, summer fir
You so resemble,
more than her.
#poetry
Stranded, gasping
“never mine.”
Walnut, maple, spruce & beech
I would not drink
the hurt you teach.
Ginkgo, olive, sycamore
Imagined rich
But truly poor
Chestnut, cherry, summer fir
You so resemble,
more than her.
#poetry
March 5, 2024 at 8:10 AM
Cedar, elm tree, oak and pine
Stranded, gasping
“never mine.”
Walnut, maple, spruce & beech
I would not drink
the hurt you teach.
Ginkgo, olive, sycamore
Imagined rich
But truly poor
Chestnut, cherry, summer fir
You so resemble,
more than her.
#poetry
Stranded, gasping
“never mine.”
Walnut, maple, spruce & beech
I would not drink
the hurt you teach.
Ginkgo, olive, sycamore
Imagined rich
But truly poor
Chestnut, cherry, summer fir
You so resemble,
more than her.
#poetry
Good grief like an
absent belt notch
stretching to fit
the dismal waste.
Good heavens
oh they watch
like vapid vultures
for your next slide.
Easy peasy
we make it
straightforward, just,
like an unspoken rule.
#poetry
absent belt notch
stretching to fit
the dismal waste.
Good heavens
oh they watch
like vapid vultures
for your next slide.
Easy peasy
we make it
straightforward, just,
like an unspoken rule.
#poetry
March 5, 2024 at 7:50 AM
Good grief like an
absent belt notch
stretching to fit
the dismal waste.
Good heavens
oh they watch
like vapid vultures
for your next slide.
Easy peasy
we make it
straightforward, just,
like an unspoken rule.
#poetry
absent belt notch
stretching to fit
the dismal waste.
Good heavens
oh they watch
like vapid vultures
for your next slide.
Easy peasy
we make it
straightforward, just,
like an unspoken rule.
#poetry
What is it, time?
Mrs Wolff I must say:
they’ve finished every
challenge, toppled
every pillar, noticed
every wrong, accepted
every debt but still
the grind, ahead,
northwards!
Mmmm turn back
lest winds change
and then to stone
you must return.
We only hope
you enjoyed your
short stay.
#poetry
Mrs Wolff I must say:
they’ve finished every
challenge, toppled
every pillar, noticed
every wrong, accepted
every debt but still
the grind, ahead,
northwards!
Mmmm turn back
lest winds change
and then to stone
you must return.
We only hope
you enjoyed your
short stay.
#poetry
March 5, 2024 at 7:43 AM
What is it, time?
Mrs Wolff I must say:
they’ve finished every
challenge, toppled
every pillar, noticed
every wrong, accepted
every debt but still
the grind, ahead,
northwards!
Mmmm turn back
lest winds change
and then to stone
you must return.
We only hope
you enjoyed your
short stay.
#poetry
Mrs Wolff I must say:
they’ve finished every
challenge, toppled
every pillar, noticed
every wrong, accepted
every debt but still
the grind, ahead,
northwards!
Mmmm turn back
lest winds change
and then to stone
you must return.
We only hope
you enjoyed your
short stay.
#poetry
Dish me up
another cup
brimming full
you hairless pup,
you withered prune
without a tune,
you weakened tool
you Clair de Lune buffoon.
At least you look cute
“Out there doing it.”
#poetry
another cup
brimming full
you hairless pup,
you withered prune
without a tune,
you weakened tool
you Clair de Lune buffoon.
At least you look cute
“Out there doing it.”
#poetry
March 5, 2024 at 7:37 AM
Dish me up
another cup
brimming full
you hairless pup,
you withered prune
without a tune,
you weakened tool
you Clair de Lune buffoon.
At least you look cute
“Out there doing it.”
#poetry
another cup
brimming full
you hairless pup,
you withered prune
without a tune,
you weakened tool
you Clair de Lune buffoon.
At least you look cute
“Out there doing it.”
#poetry
Eyes that pierce
Ears that ring
Paper cuts on
Wicked wings
Mouthpiece forward
Hair tied back
Dance like crazy
No attack
Albino Sunday
Rests on Monday
Resolution
Came by a small act of kindness
Given freely
#poetry
Ears that ring
Paper cuts on
Wicked wings
Mouthpiece forward
Hair tied back
Dance like crazy
No attack
Albino Sunday
Rests on Monday
Resolution
Came by a small act of kindness
Given freely
#poetry
February 27, 2024 at 8:22 AM
Eyes that pierce
Ears that ring
Paper cuts on
Wicked wings
Mouthpiece forward
Hair tied back
Dance like crazy
No attack
Albino Sunday
Rests on Monday
Resolution
Came by a small act of kindness
Given freely
#poetry
Ears that ring
Paper cuts on
Wicked wings
Mouthpiece forward
Hair tied back
Dance like crazy
No attack
Albino Sunday
Rests on Monday
Resolution
Came by a small act of kindness
Given freely
#poetry
Come dance with me
But I know not the rules
Oh but there are none
Just let the wind blow
But mine blow poorly
I’d rather watch
Your timing immaculate
Only on some other plane
Meet me outside
You say tonight
A tangled gamble
Of teeth, gums and wire
Only stripes remain
#poetry
But I know not the rules
Oh but there are none
Just let the wind blow
But mine blow poorly
I’d rather watch
Your timing immaculate
Only on some other plane
Meet me outside
You say tonight
A tangled gamble
Of teeth, gums and wire
Only stripes remain
#poetry
February 24, 2024 at 6:29 PM
Come dance with me
But I know not the rules
Oh but there are none
Just let the wind blow
But mine blow poorly
I’d rather watch
Your timing immaculate
Only on some other plane
Meet me outside
You say tonight
A tangled gamble
Of teeth, gums and wire
Only stripes remain
#poetry
But I know not the rules
Oh but there are none
Just let the wind blow
But mine blow poorly
I’d rather watch
Your timing immaculate
Only on some other plane
Meet me outside
You say tonight
A tangled gamble
Of teeth, gums and wire
Only stripes remain
#poetry
What’s for dinner little mouse?
A tasty fistful of cheese
Come closer so you might taste it
Power to your nose
Go bleed somewhere else
There’s no place for weakness here.
#poetry
A tasty fistful of cheese
Come closer so you might taste it
Power to your nose
Go bleed somewhere else
There’s no place for weakness here.
#poetry
February 24, 2024 at 6:26 PM
What’s for dinner little mouse?
A tasty fistful of cheese
Come closer so you might taste it
Power to your nose
Go bleed somewhere else
There’s no place for weakness here.
#poetry
A tasty fistful of cheese
Come closer so you might taste it
Power to your nose
Go bleed somewhere else
There’s no place for weakness here.
#poetry
A Kindergarden challenge
Find the middle
of the alphabet.
I’ll bet you can’t guess
Let the alpha decide
So Jymima
Naively plants her tree
But will it grow
#poetry
Find the middle
of the alphabet.
I’ll bet you can’t guess
Let the alpha decide
So Jymima
Naively plants her tree
But will it grow
#poetry
February 24, 2024 at 6:24 PM
A Kindergarden challenge
Find the middle
of the alphabet.
I’ll bet you can’t guess
Let the alpha decide
So Jymima
Naively plants her tree
But will it grow
#poetry
Find the middle
of the alphabet.
I’ll bet you can’t guess
Let the alpha decide
So Jymima
Naively plants her tree
But will it grow
#poetry
Mats of green
left till Mother’s return.
Evoke now a compelling story to hide your blemish.
It’ll do.
Boxes soiled
Children spoiled
Eating sand but tasting
tropical delights
as if one can tell the difference.
#poetry
left till Mother’s return.
Evoke now a compelling story to hide your blemish.
It’ll do.
Boxes soiled
Children spoiled
Eating sand but tasting
tropical delights
as if one can tell the difference.
#poetry
February 24, 2024 at 6:21 PM
Mats of green
left till Mother’s return.
Evoke now a compelling story to hide your blemish.
It’ll do.
Boxes soiled
Children spoiled
Eating sand but tasting
tropical delights
as if one can tell the difference.
#poetry
left till Mother’s return.
Evoke now a compelling story to hide your blemish.
It’ll do.
Boxes soiled
Children spoiled
Eating sand but tasting
tropical delights
as if one can tell the difference.
#poetry
Kraken down
our moon above
no saving grace
a single dove.
We stir the whisk
key potted holes,
cut jagged lines
across our souls.
Stains uncovered
pools of grease
it won’t stop
till powers cease.
#poetry
our moon above
no saving grace
a single dove.
We stir the whisk
key potted holes,
cut jagged lines
across our souls.
Stains uncovered
pools of grease
it won’t stop
till powers cease.
#poetry
February 24, 2024 at 6:17 PM
Kraken down
our moon above
no saving grace
a single dove.
We stir the whisk
key potted holes,
cut jagged lines
across our souls.
Stains uncovered
pools of grease
it won’t stop
till powers cease.
#poetry
our moon above
no saving grace
a single dove.
We stir the whisk
key potted holes,
cut jagged lines
across our souls.
Stains uncovered
pools of grease
it won’t stop
till powers cease.
#poetry
January 22, 2024 at 4:43 PM
You heard my answer
stay and dance a while
I’ll wait until you’re ready
come swimming and I will see
you hide, walking only
because you grew me.
#poetry
stay and dance a while
I’ll wait until you’re ready
come swimming and I will see
you hide, walking only
because you grew me.
#poetry
January 22, 2024 at 3:47 PM
You heard my answer
stay and dance a while
I’ll wait until you’re ready
come swimming and I will see
you hide, walking only
because you grew me.
#poetry
stay and dance a while
I’ll wait until you’re ready
come swimming and I will see
you hide, walking only
because you grew me.
#poetry