Strong chins rule the world.
That’s the truth.
The theory is that all women have them
But only some men do,
Hence the need for beards.
(12/8/25)
seemingly fashionably noveau-
as yesteryear sepia photos show
I grew out so many-a-beard
I grew out so many hair-do’s
Have you heard happiness appeared
In brighter days, beyond the blues?
I had several brown beards in the past
And boy, did I color my fragile hair too fast
And probably ruined it a little
But, I’m positive that I’m living life with a giggle
Puzzled eyes they keep feeding,
A crowd bigger than a political rally breeding
A dozen times a friend's had assaulted a kid
By him lifted up for a welcoming kiss
And now his jaw he has of them rid,
Punctually bestriding salons to never this miss@
Space-grabbing beards aren't a pleasure,
A vegetative chin, far from a treasure.
Man should 'farewell' bid to a losing practice
Like war wisely liquidated with Armistice.
A habitual afforestation of one's jaw
Is a transgression of some Uncomplaining Law
A cloud without beards
so fake it is, comes near
it holds signs but no reality
Keep your hoes at check
Let your gardens rest
That energy is not wasted
Look up there
A cloud without beards is coming
Rejoice not
The earth is mother with beards
grassland and forests are beards, moustache
mountains and hills are its nose and teeth
oceans, lakes and rivers are udders for milk
I see animals as her children not parasites
human beings live not as a beneficiary
microscopic beings live not as troubles
all I see are bearded earth feeding her kids
Impartial and loving is the bearded mother
there is no child the bearded mother hates
Black, white, short, tall, beautiful or ugly
there is no woman or man; every kid is a kid
The creatures love her dearly in daily life
not a single kid has taken refuge to other planets
in case of misconducts bearded mother punishes
through landslide, floods, lightning and quakes
This bearded mother is mother of mothers
her heart is filled with tender love for all
if there is one kid unhappy who can that be?
if there is one fault she has what can that be?
Mothers, be the mother that loves all
mothers be the mother that provides for all
mothers be the mother that is empathetic to all
mothers be the mother that plans good for all
?Beards and Evil
There is a shallow pit dug under my arms
Covered with grasses that bear the colour of night
There is a fertile pasture on my head
I carry the beautiful strands everywhere I go.
Inbetween my thighs is a soft stretch of skin
Of silky, shinning and healthy hair.
I am the symbol of perfection.
If you see any man with hair on his cheek
patterned down to his chin, and jaw
He is the work of dark angels-
a creature made to defy the laws of beauty.
Beard is another way to wear attery thorns
and carry an abode of evil all around.
Do not touch a man with beards; do not touch evil.
I do not evolve from the apes
For there are no dark furs on my face.
If you see a neighbour grow beards
Buy him a blade so he may scrape the dirts
and become a beautiful creature in God's image.
If your brothers are men with beards.
Then there is evil in everything you see, and touch.
Micheal Ace
#magicalpoetry
©ACEworld
Presence in class made a student
to shade rapid tears endlessly
I asked her one day
“Dear student tell me;
bright, sharp and smart you are
why do you cry in class
every time I come to teach?”
and she told me;
“Whenever I see you, Sir,
When I look at your long beard
I remember my He-goat
that a thief stole from me
a few years back!”
"Most beards on most men, young or old,
contain the bacterial equivalent of a toilet bowl,
according to the latest research told."
That little fact pops into my head always when
I see anyone kissing bearded men.
Buccaneers of old
Sea legends faithfully told
Their conquest for gold
By Robb A. Kopp
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