A bald autumnal tree with -
one or two green sprouts
drumming by a Woodpecker
JACKIE WE SAY BYE
MAY YOUR SOUL SOAR TO THE SKY
FOREVER FLY HIGH
Pattern baldness depends on genetics.
It’s a matter, for some, of aesthetics.
Since toupees replace hair,
it would seem to me fair
if we thought of toupees as prosthetics!
On the other hand, some men instead
will embrace fate, and not filled with dread,
they swallow their pride
and take things in stride
when they shave every hair off their head.
Some smart men have set high the bar.
Michael Jordan’s come very far.
Charisma we see
in men who can be
like a Dwayne “The Rock” superstar.
Being follicly challenged won’t do
if when called “Mr. Clean,” you feel blue.
If you hate when they call
you Kojak or Cue Ball,
then a hair transplant might be for you!
unperceiving were their terrific texan toupee
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 6–12, 2026)
early summer dawn
bald eagles coursing for prey ~
morning ritual
the bald eagle soared
wide wings spread over water ~
early morning catch
My brother's bald
(as Bald as Sin)
I think he prob'ly likes that.
An ounce of whiskey
(or of gin)
...and then, he'll wear my OLD hat
To be like me, he thought, once, was a Sin
(and one he never WOULD... be caught dead, doing)
He spurned my music, hung a rebel flag...
and everything I did, he scorned pursuing
And now, I count him wise above all others.
I don't agree politically, and won't
...but he has found a center in his kindness
Believes in God? "Sometimes... and then, I don't..."
But when the battle flies and bullets come
I'll stand in front of him and take their hits
(Hope I won't have to, I'm not really dumb)
For he has children, wife, mom, and good wits.
...and all the World were less without my brother
...for better men, or wiser, there's no other
He primps that dome like it’s his crown,
A shiny orb, the talk of town.
Shaves that bowling ball twice a day,
No rogue hairs dare to stay.
Refined olive oil, scentless, slick—
His scalp’s own secret, glossy trick.
Then Axe spray rains, a scented storm,
Because the ladies find that charm.
Post-shower, towel wraps so neat,
Humidity’s spa for his heat.
Pores open wide, like welcome mats,
While he admires himself in flats.
Mirrors lurk in every nook,
Catching every shiny look.
Not married yet? “I’m picky,” he grins,
Waiting for love to roll right in.
On his dresser, a brush sits proud—
No bristles live, it’s just a shroud.
A hairbrush purely for show,
To tease the girls who don’t quite know.
No follicles, but full of flair,
Hair-care metaphors everywhere.
A follicle-free knight of sheen,
The baldest king you’ve ever seen.
Be dark or fair, folk have pride in their hair
Although often hair leads one to despair
Finding it's tousled and tied up in knots
After sleeping upon one's precious locks.
Or when hair has been lovingly blow-dried
Getting caught in the rain and tears are cried
For you and me hair’s our crowning glory
Without hair on head tops, what would life be.
Hair enhances one’s looks, protects one’s fun
Stops scalps from burning when out in the sun
It keeps heads warm when the weather is cold
Hair's certainly worth its value in gold.
Through the years my hair has turned shades of grey
It can't be helped, it's simply natures way
I don't mind the grey, I treasure the gift
That brightens the day, giving one a lift.
My humble blessings may have you appalled
Because of them who happen to be bald
To me being bald is beauteous too
What's in the heart, not on the head, makes you.
there once was a fella named Joe
whose hairstyle's a wonky Afro
to the barber Joe went
Who repaired his head dent
Joe returned bald headed like Moe!
"To the White House he strode," sang his choir,
The elephants sparked a dumpster fire,
His words became its fuel,
Deceit was his tool,
While the donkeys cried foul: "He's a liar."
We need no DC to know all these things,
Just stamp your ear on the bald eagle’s wings.
You’ll see Iran sneezing;
And Israel pleasing,
Not too far away Gaza's sorrow rings.
Red Maple touted as the fifty-first.
PM as guvnor, a joke just nursed.
Donald talk’s just full of scare,
Yet Putin listens with care,
With the hope that the North's missiles won’t burst.
Troops in Damascus prepare to leave,
Trump's friend in Istanbul made Assad grieve.
To Moscow he fled,
In his tower he read,
The joy of this win, he wears on his sleeve.
He circles around this rustic boat launch,
the locals know he nests in the pine trees,
fish bone at the base tell of his last lunch,
these birds like water, big lakes and sea.
White heads draw the eye, even if far off,
it’s clear why most men think them majestic,
he looks better still plunging for the waves,
into a trout yellow talons now rip.
Some folks snap photos from this rocky beach,
zoom in on fledglings with thin mottled heads,
they flap wings to fly, but it’s still a reach,
so they just hop back to their nesting bed,
it will be some months before they’re ready
to soar on the thermals, strong and steady.
opulent opal
magnificence in motion ~
mutuality
(February Full Moon – Cree)
Hair is meant to grow long and unruly
Who am I to interfere with nature’s treaty with time?
A king’s crown a tangled mess,
so fashion forward of I to sport
the look of a fishing net
Yet I still prefer function, you see
I have salmon-like thoughts, those
zombified fiends stubbornly swim upstream
Keep coasting, keep coasting
Solutions are rarely abundant
However I have heard that
water makes an excellent solvent.
I may stay stationary, waiting
as my wounded body aches,
I worry not, for my head will go
wherever my healer takes
Perhaps then, he will raise my head tall
And my follicles will no longer fall.
Christ the Redeemer, Bless His Holy Name,
Amen, to the place called Big Bear Valley,
where hails our nation's bird, fair Cali,
the American Bald Eagle ... proclaim.
Naught bald or hairy, females are bigger
than their forever mate. Soars ten thousand
feet: eyesight eight times stronger than human
and they are indeed, the largest ... raptor.
Courting, sky dancing show, Cirque du Soleil,
can't beat their score. Biggest nest, atop tall
trees, their babies are called eaglets and crawl
and fledge but not too far. Grandeur display,
winged feathers of prominence. Humankind
edge what remains their last hope, be enshrined.
he went to see his bride .
finding a wig on his round, shining bald head, she
loudly cried.
he felt ashamed,
as he was caught red handed, he
proclaimed
inept,
on the spot, he
wept
he went to see his bride.
as he was caught red handed, he
wept
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