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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.
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.
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.
Form:
Beauty comes on the rolling dunes of Summer
Shore lines stretch out blankets in the sand
Lick the waves of salty oceans rising tides
Stretch their fingers on landscape meanderings
Morning brings sunbeam delight on balance
On blue curvatures of Earth and all her worth
Rainbows bow in anticipation of the day
Pray for children who swim the underseas
When they surface they come up alive
Sea shells don't collect themselves
Light bounces off the forces heard
Found in children voices screaming
Beach balls escape with thunderous kicks
With so much color who could blame them
Is air the guilty party here
More beauty visits in bikini afternoons
Looking towards the sun for guidance
Turning to the moon for confidence
For love, to be arrested by your charms
Majesty is found in heads she turns
Never look away from beauty
God gave us eyes to follow every line
It delights us with a sense of worth
There are more curvatures on Earth
In the eye of the beholder beauty is
Overflowing in their bikinis bare
Women sparkle when they dive
Some come alive with personality
Don't look away now or I will die!
Where does perception lie,first,in the mind?
The eye of your eye or a trick of some kind?
Is every perception unique as it is new?
The "Eye of the Beholder",is that the truth?
We perceive what that is,is that what we do?
With senses in tow,as driven through time.
A Masters' Puppet show,or designing design?
Try as we might to know!
Uncover the discovered,will we ever unfold?
Lifes' two-fold greatest show not showing.
Showing the hand how it knows,knowing.
Senses come alive with thirst to analyze.
Sensation implies reality concocted,realize.
The Catalyst for all that we do!
Vantage point antagonist,simultaneous truth.
Are we analysts of perception?
Or does perception analyze for you?
Is perception of self how we perceive, else.
A water drop ring in the scope of things?
A ripple vibration-harmonic, stringed,felt?
If seeing is believing,somehow.
Perceiving is feeling,I have a feeling.
That you are doing so,even now!
So ,are we held in the virtues?
In the light of God's truth?
In the Righteous pursuit-might in use.
The Word through Ultimate Vision.
Perception-but law in provided provision?
The notion of law of habitual conception.
The emotional awe of perpetual direction?
The law of love-which is without undoing!
Our perception of Light needs no proving.
We exist through Gods'perception.
The Truth, unerring incessant Inception?
I perceive that when we defy God and Sin.
We deny Love,that in which we exist in.
Emotion is perception's Ultimate Truth!
Causes perception to come alive, in You.
That is where Perception lies and doesn't lie!
When I sit and watch TV I am bombarded by perfection…
Everybody has bright white teeth and a silky smooth complexion.
They live in enormous houses in the country or by the shore
all decorated by the finest designers in luxurious decors.
They drive cars with foreign names meant to thrill, amaze…astound
and when not behind the wheel they have a chauffeur who drives them all around.
But when the show is over I look around and always smile at what I see
knowing my life does not quite match the one on my TV
When I look into my mirror I often have to pause
because the body and complexion I see…have their share of flaws..
The house Deborah and I live in has never given us reason to complain
even though the laundry room remains unfinished and our street floods in the rain.
Our car is nice but is not the kind that will easily astound…
and there is no chauffeur waiting…who will drive us both around…
But I’ve come to realize something about perfection as I’ve grown a little older
Perfection, a lot like beauty, lies in the eyes of the beholder.
Yesterday we had lunch with some of our grandchildren and once again I was shown
despite its imperfections…how splendid my life has grown.
Like all families we’ve had our ups and downs…
as our family constantly transforms…
But together we have ridden those highs and weathered every storm.
For the most part everyone in our family is happy
For the most part we are healthy…
As I sat with our grandchildren yesterday I had to wonder…
How did I get so wealthy?
My life might not be TV perfect…but….I am happy to admit
my real world life is perfect…at least from where I sit.
Stop and smell the roses even if they aren't there
Stop and smell the flowers even if they are dead or bear
Stop and smell the roses because each petal has a different scent and every curve is a masterpiece, like a Renaissance painting
Pass by a rose and you may miss a lifetime
Pass by a daisy and you may lose your smile
Pass by a sunflower and your nightmares could start to become a sad reality
Appreciate what you take for granted or your heart will hibernate instead of bloom
There's a simplistic complexity that is painted to the curves of every rose
How can something so small hold so much beauty
When you can answer this you're eyes can truly see, your heart will smell grace, your ears can feel the future
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so what do you let your eyes hold
Whatever it is, remember before you get too old
Enjoy the event of a white rose
p.s. don't let the world distract you from the paintings on the petals...
The eye of the beholder created by observer,
ever virtues twilights preserver.
Attraction of beauty and normally,
perception in grace of subjectively.
Spiritual awakening to purpose realization,
seeing God’s face by pure admiration.
Be empty by the extraordinary heart in the ordinary,
intimate exchange with the almightiest faire.
Narrations with the pulse of world written in psalms,
meaningful cosmos radiant contentment spheres.
Tigers eye to sense natures communication,
worlds time by wheel constellation.
The eye of the storm in periods of time,
immortality in Horus eye as protection frame.
Left eye Moon and healing evening star,
five senses to thought so pure and far.
Into the eyes of blessings, joy and grace,
memories of images and his glowing face.
A young prince leaving a palace to find meaning,
to become the eye of the inner universe being.
The eyes of the Lord are towards the righteous,
and his ears toward their cry on all paths wondrous.
Open my eyes that I may behold of your laws,
the eyes of providence and its cause.
Beholder…
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
How many times we have heard it so
But as the sadness drains the warmth and I grow colder
I turn right, then left, but have nowhere that I can go…
So once again I retreat within, within the shadow of the night where I am not seen…
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
How many times has the cliche proven true
And as confidence fades away, the days pass as I grow older
Looking ahead I now see what I need to do…
Incapable, I cannot escape the fear of the failures in my life…
So I retreat within, within the shadow of the night,
Where I cannot be seen….
…I close my eyes to digest all that I have seen
I filter through the mire so the picture is crystal clean,
I try to spell it out in rhyme, in the hopes someone will see
And put an end to this eternal misery….
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
Isn’t that the way the story is supposed to go
But as light gives way to darkness, and the night is growing colder
I see in my own heart what it is that I have to show….
That the beauty is in the eye…
The eye of the beholder.
7/20/19
"I'll be your Joker"
Still a registered voter
Signed up to be an organ donor
And finally became a car owner
I rarely use a controller
When it's time, I'll man up and buy a stroller
As well as panels that are solar
Near and far from areas that are polar
Doesn't matter if I ever get a Range Rover
Or Roadster
I'm barely ever sober
Always been a loner
And stoner
3 months away from another October
If you want to be my Harley Quinn, I'll be your "Joker"
Not no poser
Where are you Scully? This is agent Mulder
Anytime you want, I'll be your shoulder
To lean on
From here to way beyond
For eons
Where's my Marge? I am Homer
I'll be your rock over and over
Since I've gotten nobler
They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder
I've seen it so much, I could compile a folder
Life's one giant rollercoaster
It's really revving my motor
All these women giving me a b***r
And then the cold shoulder
As if I am an ogre
I remain a soldier
Drinking high end coffee, no more Folgers
Getting wiser and older
Becoming bolder
As the world gets colder
I'm not feeling dolor
Just multi tasking, while a fire continues to smoulder
Maintaining my composure
Finding closure
Getting closer
To greatness instead of being mediocre
I enjoyed the work I did with several growers
As well as trapping some gophers
Occasionally I'll partake in poker
Even though I'm not the best hoaxer
Once or twice I used a fire stoker
When it came to Mary Jane, I was a doter
A fan of it's fragrance, it's not what I'd call an odor
I consume some products made by Clover
And am usually in places considered remoter
It's time I get a toaster and holster
I don't really need a Flame Thrower
Or to get my face on a most wanted poster
Suit yourself if you want to wear a boater
Or choker
Houses in continual foreclosure
Not always wise to go for the price that is lower
Someday my mind and body will be slower
And one day it'll all be over
10-4 over and out
And now you know, what i'm really about
Not just by word of mouth
As they say don't look a gift horse in the mouth
Regardless of if you had your doubts
By: Dalton Ogletree