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Beauty In The Eyes Of The Beholder

You tell me many times…
I am beautiful!
Your words take me to cloud nine,
In exhilaration, I sail, I float, I glide!
Do I believe you, or not?
Because beauty lies in the
Eyes of the beholder!
The world may not agree with you,
But you are firm in your belief.

My parents thought that
Their girl was the prettiest,
My kindest friends considered me

On The Inside

If beauty is but skin deep,
I prevailed upon her to construe,
'Does it lie in the eye of the beholder
or, of the two which one is true?'
For we can't judge the book
by the cover, with but one look,
as what's inside truly counts
far much more than that.
And tho' to me she bemoaned,
'I am big-boned'
I've yet to see

In the Eye of the Beholder-POTD

Quote --The ugly girl cries in front of the mirror, 
She does not want to adorn herself as no one cares, 
Till her blind lover tells her how beautiful she looks, 
She hugs him, kisses him and finds her beauty in him. -- unknown

An old sweater, stitched long ago 
by my wife’s loving hands, 
might

MIRAGE OF CLARITY Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder

MIRAGE OF CLARITY
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In the side view mirror of the U-Haul,
my familiar world slips away, 
the verdant green hills of North Texas, 
lush and breathing, 
their whispers fading into dust.

We roll into the heart of the Permian Basin,
the lushness surrendering to the parched expanse. 
Flat is the land—yellow, ochre and brown;
the sagebrush and mesquite, stoic in

Bolder Beholder

As he rested upon my delicate but strong shoulder.
I realized beauty is truly in eyes of the beholder.
I also realized for him I am willing to be bolder.

It is said that beauty resides in the eyes of the beholder

It is said that beauty resides in the eyes of the beholder,
then my lover's eyes must be infinite galaxies,
for his gaze transforms me into a breathing masterpiece,
he not only sees me but contemplates me as an expanding universe,
as if my chaos were art, and my scars constellations,
etched into a sky deserving of unconditional and eternal

Beautiful is the Beholder

"Good deeds are more important than good looks."
 The proverb was first recorded by Chaucer in 'The Wife of Bath's Tale' (c. 1387)

You saw the beauty past her scars.
You looked inside her fragile soul.
You cared not for the angry wars.
You sought the good the battles stole.
You sang with angels through the stars.
You set compassion as

Eyes of the Beholder

Staring through,

Eyes so new.

Forgive me,

For judging you.

We've been trained to,

Single out the few,

who dont fit the view.

Picking them apart,

Like the vultures do.

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Growing more each day,

Seeing the error of my way.

I start thinking,

About what to say.

How words play,

such important roles,

Touching souls,

So deep,

They weep.

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As we grow older,

The surface grows colder.

Often giving someone,

The cold shoulder.

Words from the past,

They

The Beholder

I saw outside
All the beauty
Light of my eyes.

Ugly is in the eye of the beholder

I appear ugly when alone
I look normal in company
Self-loathing needs no embrace
Rather than scoring myself
I'm ugly prettiness wronged
I’m shocked by my beauty
Again and again, till I'm cuts
When each slice is mystery
The clue to beauty's murder
Is finding how lovely I was
If everyone is like me then
Who then is ugly like me?
When you leave, I'm homely
The less

In the Eye of the Beholder

I have taken pictures
Of a perfect summer's day;
Flowers, alive and new, in spring;
An elephant, majestic and proud, staring at me.
I have witnessed
A robin standing curiously in the fresh snow;
A blackbird feeding her young;
The dew on the grass on a crisp autumn morning;
Dogs running wildly and happily in a field.
But none have been more beautiful
Than you

FOR EYE AM THE EyE OF THE BEHOLDER-

FOR EYE AM THE EyE OF THE BEHOLDER-

Who am I to mumble?
Righteously so I should be humble
For I am the eye of the beholder
To seek, to plead grace, to see your face amongst your people
When I look at me, it’s honestly not me I see
For when you see me, I am defying eye see not

Eye of the Beholder

Beauty more than ever 

Will run its fickle course

It never lasts forever 

But may leave a pretty corpse

was she beautiful?

                                       Cleopatra was beautiful
             

The Beholder

Lure of mirage
in deranged dunes,
dances in
dandelion rhythm 
with oasis dream,
illusion inscribed
in sane sands of time,
sliding continuum
with desiccated travail, 
thirst unquenched,
stimulus perpetual.

Dormant despair
usurps harps of hope,
vibrato dissipates
unperceived,
wisdom shroud  
unfurls crafty chimera
in life of actuality,
awareness imbibed.

Stifling shadow 
of ebony anguish cloud
creeps remorseless, 
dissension darkness drips 
opaque desolateness 
on listless landscape,
mangled in 
strife maelstrom,
mind sucked within 
hope

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