Bearded Poems

Hoar Bearded

Your noor overflows from your majesty
Your name exceeds over milkyway galaxy

At the earth at seas at skies your place
Who is in trouble caught up by your aids

Your arms are behind the dam of Gog
One blind eye of dejjal by your finger gouged

Next to Jesus your commander is Mahdi
You are the pioneer of glorious victory

You are the ruler of armies of Islam, master
You are the teacher of science Sultans, master
You are the hidden knowledge oceans' vessel, master
You are the light to heavens and earth, master
You are the honor of whole universe, master

Bearded Giant of Whimsy Town

Providing a whimsical city all of its needs
A red bearded man came to the town of Leeds.
He has a full city living in his head, someone said.
He smiled, but his face turned neither pink nor red.

He is the Bearded Giant of Whimsy Town!
The rumor floated quickly all around and up and down.
He said not one word about it, acted like it was normal for him.
He was full of humor and happiness, vigor and vim.

A Bearded Hunk

Was always a frail lad growing up
Girls looked at me and giggled
Had a scrawny physique and my looks
Made them wiggle and jiggle

Now I'm this handsome bearded hunk
Can't beat 'em off with a stick
Not complaining I'd like you to know
Perhaps a hard edge brick

Maybe it's the bunch of money I'm worth
Could be many many reasons
Like the Hollywood star I've become
Or the smell of tulips in season 

Whatever it was sure sounds good to me
One a night for an hour each
The gods are surely shining down on me
Think I'll write a keynote speech



chuckles

Nefertiti the Bearded Queen

Nefertiti the bearded queen
Began her royal life at fifteen
Wooed and wed by Pharaoh Akhenaten
Ancient Egypt never was this rich again.

Nefertiti “the beautiful one has come”
Had six daughters, but unfortunately lost one.
She and her husband Pharaoh Akhenaten
Started worshipping only one god – the Sun.

Nefertiti went from Great Royal Wife
Promoted to co-regent without much strife
When her husband Pharaoh Akhenaten died, 
It elevated her to rule beside his spiritual side

She was considered equal to a pharaoh now
Her legacy of changing religion is now a wow
Mansion of Benben temple dedicated to her
Visit the tombs, and hear her purr.

The Yellow Bearded

I know a fellow,
Whose beard is yellow,
And does it hallow,
Always glimpsing its halo,
For it in the mirror “A Hello”
And at night readied Tallow:
A sight to still swallow.

And he was a curious one,
Having at another pointed a gun,
Because he had in their argument won
And to him this was no fun,
Like a deed that has been done.

Bearded Irises

Bearded irises sway gently in my neighbor’s backyard
A rainbow of colors—pink, red, rust, magenta and yellow
Their large flags flutter in the soothing breezes laughing
Like younger children playing games in the schoolyard
They stand tall and proud on their slender stalks—
Commanding the attention of everyone who passes by
The prettiest flowers I have seen since the tulips faded,
Melting away in the early spring’s unexpected snowfall.

SIXTH PLACE WINNER
May 10, 2021
for "The Most Beautiful Flowers" Poetry Contest
sponsored by M. L. Kiser

A Bearded Old Fuddy

At a party, found I was once very special
Used to be a catch, a handsome young devil
Way way back
A long ago Jack
Now a bearded old fuddy, and a little disheveled

A Bearded Old Fuddy

At the party, found I was once very special
Used to be a catch, a handsome young devil
Way way back
A long ago Jack
Now a bearded old fuddy, and a little disheveled

A Bearded Old Fuddy

At the party, found I was once very special
Used to be a catch, a handsome young devil
Way way back
A long ago Jack
Now a bearded old fuddy, a little disheveled

Beneath the Bearded Oaks

Where sweet grass blankets grow on yesterdays
And passing years weigh heavy on the trees
Serenity is found in every breeze
Unbridled dreams of youth, now hang and graze

Recalling days gone by with slower ways
Beneath the bearded oaks, time stands at ease
In search of long forgotten memories
Beyond the trail that leads into the haze

Twas here, so long ago, in summer shade
Young lovers traded dreams for purity
They took a chance their love would never fade
Two hearts were joined into futurity
Upon the sweet grass blanket, lost in dreams
Hearts filled with love and bursting at the seams


    by Daniel Turner

Bearded Lady -A Humourous Poem As Requested By Ilene Bauer

BEARDED LADY

Sue woke and looked terribly weird 
She’d sprouted a black bushy beard 
To get rid of this look
Should she wax or just pluck
Would the re-growth be worse than feared?

Sue tweeted her best friend called Mary
(Sue knew that HER nipples were hairy)
She said try using Veet 
It is very discrete …
and the re growth isn’t too scary!

The poem I posted yesterday was deep and sad ... Ilene Bauer commented she was more used to my humourous poems ... so I came up with this little ditty for her

12~29~16

Bearded Brats

A good woman allows her man to prolong his child
h
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o
d 
Now we're an army of bearded spoiled beings.
Self-centered. 
Come and go as we please.
Hang our dirty thoughts on the backdoor.
Void of romance, sex on demand. 
Tie one on, then piss on the floor.
Swinging from the limbs of your emotional tree.
Feed our hearts to that pretty young thing down the street.
Yet you still bleach the stains from our day.
Rinse and repeat.
Rinse and repeat.
Good women deserve real man.

Life As a Bearded Dragon

Let me tell you something
I live in sand
No water barely any food
Strong as a dragon
I have a beard still not old
I eat bugs all day , everyday
Always hiding from predators nowadays
I can't go to Antarctica
I'll die with a brain freeze
My skin is as rough as an alligator
Don't touch me I bite
I only can stand heat that is hot as hell
I may look like a wizard
I'm actually a lizard

Iggy, My Bearded Dragon

In my house there is a monster,
Who’s growing every day,
He’s usually quite happy,
In his own reptilian way.
He often watches TV,
He doesn’t care which side,
He really looks quite funny
When his mouth is open wide.
It cools him off when he is hot
He does it all the time,
Locusts are his favourite treat,
He eats them up just fine,
He munches and he crunches them,
It‘s quite a sight to watch,
But even more fascinating
Is when he makes a catch.
He might be multi-coloured,
With prickles on his tough skin,
His spiky beard can blacken, 
And he makes a right old din, 
I love my friendly monster,
Not everyone can say,
They have their very own dragon
To play with every day.

The Bearded Lady

In the little old town of Three Rivers
Lived a lady who grew long whiskers
Joined a circus did he/she
Was a oddity yessiree
Till someone attacked her with some scissors


© Jack Ellison 2015

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