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Turtle
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
Some people see the turtle as a beautiful creature.
The turtle, a survivor, is one of the oldest know creature
that has been around for a million years.
They come in many sizes and colors, but they are all the same a turtle.
It might be slow but it doesn’t rush into things and make mistakes.
It has a long longevity and enjoys life for many years.
Their own survival is built into them.
They carry their home with him so they are protected at all times.
They play peek a boo from out of his window when he doesn’t want to be seen
The shell is developed from their ribs and acts as a shield like Adam & Eve.
In some, temperature determines if the egg will break into a male or female.
That would be nice if we could manage the same.
Sea turtles have special glands which help remove salt from the water they drink.
Some are rare and endangered.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
that is why some people even wear them as tattoos
By eve roper 10/15/2014
BEAUTY IS IN THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER.
A BEAUTIFUL FIND IS ABOVE THE SHOULDER.
AN OPEN MIND HAS INCREDIBLE VISION.
IN LIFE THAT'S ALLWAYS A WISE DECISION.
YOU TOOK ON THE WORLD, YOU HAD NO FEAR.
YOU HAD YOUR PRINCIPLES, YOU HELD THEM DEAR.
YOU WOULDN'T BUY WHAT OTHERS BOUGHT.
YOU DIDN'T CARE WHAT OTHERS THOUGHT.
YOU DIDN'T LISTEN TO WHAT GOVERNMENTS SAID.
YOU WOULDN'T LET POLITICS INSIDE YOUR HEAD.
YOU LIVED YOUR LIFE ALL ON YOUR OWN.
FOR MANY FOLKS FREEDOM WILL NEVER BE KNOWN.
IT APPEARS TO ME A MESSAGE WAS LOST.
A LINE WAS DRAWN AND APPARENTLY CROSSED.
THE TIME WAS PRESANT AND THEN FADED AWAY
REFFERED TO NOW AS YESTERDAY
It is said "beauty is in the eye of the beholder"
It's all in how we see life itself
and what we indeed take from it too
Our relation to time - being and existence
Food to the metaphysical heart - Love
Truth to the mind - bringing peace
physical and emotional fulfilment
When the soul is nourished
we are in better place
to face the choices and decisions
facing us each day
Thoughts are momentary
but any feeling
is accompanied with repeated thought patterns
meaning they stay deep routed
within us for longer periods
Silence and reflection can help us to focus
making positive decisions for good
causing ourselves a lesser pain
Spiritual sustenance
that is empowering to the inner self
Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder Poetry Contest //Sponsored by: Crystol Woods
Contest Judged: 8/14/2025 5:19:00 AM
( 1st Place )
Written: August 07, 2025
They say stillness is absence, an empty space between worth noting,
but I have heard its melodies in the pre-dawn chapel where stillness reigned
and still the walls exhaled calm.
I have found stillness and not loneliness---
but in two hands clutching without speaking,
the heart knowing inside out
language would only raze.
Silence is like sunlight before it shines,
the tranquility after I sleep and
the reluctance before "I forgive you",
It grips what chaos cannot express--admiration, agony, dread.
Even when grieving and when at a loss for words,
calmness is at hand and says it all.
So let the world fill with echoes.
With clamor and vivid proclamations.
I will still turn up beauty.
In the lull between storms,
In the hush between instinct and doubt
In the sacred calmness, that hark,
Not to respond, but to understand.
Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder Poetry Contest
Crystol Woods
Her man friend, grey, over the hill, and older
He's cheesy, conning, plain, and a freeloader
She's in her twenties and smart
Her friends ask why this old fart
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
Her friends are so puzzled and think something smells
They even ask what happened to her brain cells
Break wind and smell the roses
Please don't take his proposes
She followed her own heart and the wedding bells
For someone else's trash is another’s treasure
Who are we to point and object, and measure
Maybe her man has a good side
And she's in it for a short ride
She's free to do what strikes her whim and leisure
It's a circle of confusion; it's the path long and dark.
It's trying to complete the puzzle that's missing the biggest part.
It's the flower without petals, wondrous yet left behind.
It's a world of imagination that comes from nobody's mind.
It's a lie that made me feel better, though I know it'll never be true.
I guess you could say this also the way I feel about loving you.
I'm often in a world of confusion, walking that path all alone,
and I know without that single piece, that puzzle will never be done.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so is hate and scorn,
and those petals that once grew here are now but bitter thorns.
So, tell me another lie but say it honestly,
and whisper how you really feel about loving me.
Strolling thro' the zoo today, gazing at the various creatures,
I marveled at their shapes, colors and other distinctive features.
Some were graceful and sweet, others were cute and cuddly;
Others were grumpy and clumsy - some were downright ugly!
The ungainly giraffe, for instance, altho' much maligned,
Is one of the most graceful beasts that God designed.
But I saw no glamour in Godzilla the nine-hundred pound gorilla,
Scowling and holding the hand of his homely mate, Drusilla!
What splendid lions, tigers and other cats pacing to and fro!
And is there a more elegant animal than a fleet-footed doe?
The camels, elephants, kangaroos and yaks look mighty weird.
The buffalo isn't all that handsome with its shaggy beard!
Tho' 'tis risky with sneaky snakes, 'gators and crocs to coexist,
Even they are beautiful, according to the adoring herpetologist!
I suppose only its mother could love the lumbering rhinoceros.
For what purpose did God create the sinister hippopotamus?
Some seem to have been desisgned by an ad hoc senatorial committee,
And, alas, the results did not turn out to be all that pretty!
But beauty is in the eye of the beholder to savor and enthrall;
For each to treasure all of God's creatures, be they great or small!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
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 their resilience,
pay homage to the sun's relentless gaze.
Late afternoon, the Chihuahuan Desert unfolds,
the earth here wearing its scars like a badge of survival.
The vast expanse of dusty solitude lay before us,
the heat wrapping around us like a heavy coat
where the roads led to nowhere in particular.
Dusk arrives, and the sun, a fiery, molten orb,
sinks into the embrace of night.
I wonder in this desolate land if I’ll find beauty,
if the road ahead holds new hills to climb,
or merely more miles of flat, aching unfamiliar stillness.
Morning arrives with a hush,
the sun blinding me—a sudden flash of brilliance.
Shielding my gaze, I look far off into the distance.
The aridity somehow frees the light
unleashing the desert’s grandeur.
The sky is a gorgeous, intense blue color,
the sand dunes taking on sunlight and pulse.
Though the earth here isn’t cloaked in forest,
nor draped in pastoral, peaceful green,
it dons a simple, comfortable, khaki-colored robe.
Like shadows retreating, the past shifts,
a mirage of clarity rising in the shimmering heat.
I stand, not just in the light, but in the beauty of now,
knowing the desert holds the promise of something magnificent and new.
I clutch it close to my heart.
Poem written for “Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder Poetry Contest,” Crystol Woods, sponsor, July 2025.
Beauty in the eye of the beholder
and such as it is I behold myself
and I am beautiful for all things,
that God has granted and created
So be it is as Himself
He too is beautiful and I am of I am
in all things that my eyes Sees In Front of Me
disguise the universe the lands the seas
all the waters even the rain in the trees
all things are beautiful
because beauty is in the eye of the beholder
as I am of he fine
Behold the beauty in me
All things are expedient
All Things Are righteous
All things are encouragable
All are things pleasantries
I am one of these
I am beautiful indeed
For I am of I am and in Him I am
because I behold I am
The eye to Beholder
And to beholder use me beautiful
Is it beauty that stimulates our imagination and excites our heart,the colors, the
designs, the shapes,we marvel in awe at them like a baby with it's new toy
What is beauty? asked an old blind man.
Is it as beautiful as the sound of the birds and the bees or the breeze blowing
through trees.
The rain is beautiful the way it blows with the wind congratulating my body as it
touches my skin.
Beautiful is the invigorating odors and the fragrance of the flowers i smell when i
go for morning walks to pick up shells,the greeting of the morning sun always
reminds me that the day has begun.
Its very beautiful to me when i groom my horses in the barn my heart sings when
i stroke them with my hand, smooth as silk their body's fell, sounds they make
once given a meal.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder i was always told,i have never seen anything
even in my days of old.
Is beauty something that u can only see?i am asking a question will u please tell
me.
A blind person beauty is not felt by vision-i give you a few examples in some of
my expression's.
Beauty isn't always above the skin it also lies deep within.
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