Competence, like truth, beauty and contact lenses, is in the eye of the beholder.
Laurence J. Peter in The Peter Principle (1969)
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Competence, like truth, beauty, and contact lenses, is in the eye of the beholder.
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Competence, like truth, beauty and contact lenses, is in the eye of the beholder.
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Beauty
It has been said.
Beauty lies
in the eyes
of the beholder.
Might one ask.
Does beauty
in or of itself
recognize any bounds?
To voice an opinion
as to knowledge of beauty.
Must the beholder
be acclaimed expert?
In all truth.
Might an expression
of beauty be but
an affair of one's heart?
poem by Kurt Hearth
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People often say that 'beauty is in the eye of the beholder,' and I say that the most liberating thing about beauty is realizing that you are the beholder. This empowers us to find beauty in places where others have not dared to look, including inside ourselves.
quote by Salma Hayek
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Beauty Of Eternal Truth!
Beauty radiated from eternal
Truth,
reflected in beholder's eyes,
Beholder's eyes are eyes of
eternal,
Empyreal looking at corporeal beauty,
Through mortal eyes,
Creator appreciating His creation
through,
Another creation,
Without which beauty has no admirer!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Can't Judge Beauty
Truth is beauty and lies are ugly but what about the in between, can justice exist without injustice and what about the jury they say there is a little truth to every lie beauty seen in just the right light. In the eye of the beholder we can never really predict what they'll see, no one day is ever really the same, can a lie become truth in the future? an ugly duckling that will transform into a swan or will a hungry predator eat it before it can reach it's final stage. Only time will reveal eventual truths if they can survive that long if the jury finds it not guilty and the judge is not so harsh
poem by Jeremy Rascon
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Lenses
Straining through spectacles, it’s usually difficult to see
Where subordinate clauses and dangling participles might be.
Armed with contact lenses: one distance, the other for reading
Overcomes a family tree’s seeming lack of visual breeding.
There’s the surgeon’s knife with its magical, momentary slice
That restores an optical world like those of sugar and spice.
Whether operation or not, the most precious lenses one finds
Are those that never suffer the distortions of tormented minds.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Death by Beauty
Beauty is the source of all things in day,
but then Death comes to take our sight away.
Beauty is the sower of love and peace,
then Death comes a knocking so it can reap.
Beauty 's in the eye of the beholder,
but Death comes when all that mess is over.
Most think that all hope has run astray,
when death makes true beauty fade away;
but I am here to tell you the truth,
that beauty will always be in you.
Beauty is such a magical thing;
It happens when the soul laughs and sings.
Death is such a horrible sight.
Death makes moods colder than dry ice.
The world can always devour
a beautiful flawless flower.
so, The price you pay for beauty's sin
is the kiss of Death upon your chin.
poem by Wesley Garrett
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The Beauty in Us All
We all are beautiful inside,
Some just tend to think it isn’t so,
But where would all the beauty go?
We all have something interesting,
That is piercing to the soul,
So don’t doubt,
What your life is all about,
‘Cause beauty comes from the beholder's eye,
And not the accuser’s lips,
Because as it turns out,
That is what beauty’s all about,
The true beauty,
Is nothing but you.
poem by Kathryn Miller
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Beauty-Eyed
We are trapped
Beauty Eyed
in beholder's
gaze,
expectations flush
iron icons
bind us;
Do not move
or blink;
a tiny shift
and beholder's view
is at once awry;
now disappointment,
because aspect new
has changed the view;
in a strobe shot
we are all caught
in expectations light,
flicker or blink
as we must
and we ruin
beholder's dream,
and pay double price
at the bar
where Bitter Drought
drinks.
What nostrums
and remedies,
what drunk variations
from Expectations Cup
dash Hope to fiery Death
unnoticed:
Expectations yours
but unmatched by mine:
signal we two then choke
most times
in the In-Between.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Eye Of The Beholder
If beauty is in the eye
Of the beholder
Where does it leave
A blind person
In a world more beautiful
Than we can only imagine
For they have no standards
To judge beauty
Only what is in their hearts and minds
Where true beauty is found
poem by David Kush
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Hard contact lenses
With my feet lifted
I hang out of balance
while someone skilful observes my eyes
and a bright painful light
shines into the depths of my eyes
seeing where the focus of my own cornea disappears,
measuring the deflection in my eyes,
seeing why and where my sight languishes away
and it’s like a rainbow
that deeper into my eye,
only still deeper wants to notch and spy
with rays in a wide circled bow
and when his eye later peeps at me,
he says look there
and let me look at another place
where he now feeds letters to my eyes
and with hard contact lenses I see like a falcon
but those things scratch, itch and pierce like a beam
there are furrows betraying the age of his face
and his teeth look like white lime,
my own freckles jumps out
and I forthright say to him
how much the lenses are bothering me
that there and then I want to throw them away.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Beauty Is Truth
Natural beauty of nature
Is like a beautiful damsel.
She needs no makeup or perfume
To enhance her physical beauty-
Her beauty is truth, period.
An anonymous wildflower
Growing with delicate fragrance
Beside a forests time-worn path
Can't be anymore lovelier
If plucked and placed within her locks;
Nor her comely grace be improved.
Their "beauty is truth, truth beauty"
Apart they are most beautiful;
In concert they accent the whole.
On a Grecian urn:
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty"
All we need to know.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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A True Beauty
Beauty is in the eyes
of the beholder'
goes the old saying.
But true beauty
comes from within
an aura seen even
with closed eyes.
True beauty transcends
beyond physical limits
a sense of confidence
and faith in one self
True beauty is priceless
no equivalent in value
except for happiness
no money can buy
Do not ever regret
being not handsome
or beautiful in appearance
for true beauty overrules
poem by Marvin Brato Sr
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Left-handed Blows
Don’t rely on competence, for strength
come from unlearned blows that are left-handed;
until you learn to improvise at length
you short the truth and cannot understand it.
Inspired by a saying of Walter Benjamin: “These are days when no one should rely on his competence. Strength lies in improvisation. All the decisive blows are struck left-handed.”
5/21/09
poem by Gershon Hepner
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Remember how in that communion only, beholding beauty with the eye of the mind, he will be enabled to bring forth, not images of beauty, but realities (for he has hold not of an image but of a reality), and bringing forth and nourishing true virtue to become the friend of God and be immortal, if mortal man may.N.B. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. See also Napoleon Bonaparte.
Skipover
Skip over
Not advisable
To reach conclusion.
In the conclusion
One may miss beauty.
Beauty lies in the eyes
Of the beholder though.
In this process
Joy pleasure sadness
Confusion awe fear
Disgust beauty and
Sublime evoked.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Beauty Finds Truth In Beauty
Beauty finds beauty in beauty,
Narrowness is barred there to peep,
Conventions’ scales, cry in Time’s ashes,
Incarnated Beauty disobeys spectacles,
The packed eye sights bar out cataracts.
Biased walls of collected customs, over ruled,
Stationed liberty executes the truth.
You artist get transferred into the truth,
Beauty flowers your garden mouth.
The forms with their identity’s names,
Are prism –dropped, rays of the source same.
You plasma monitors the reflection of the two,
‘Beauty is truth, truth beauty’, -save are you who?
poem by Ray Subrata Ray
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Beauty Forever
The Beauty -
Is not in her wear,
Nor her figure,
Or the way she styles her hair.
The Beauty –
Is in the beholder's eyes,
A passage to her heart,
Where the Love resides.
The Beauty -
Is not in her mole,
But in refection
Of her soul.
She cares - For her Passion shows,
O'er the past years,
It's only her Beauty
That grows and grows.
© Ayaz Momin.
poem by Prof. Ayaz Momin
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Truth of Beauty
Fleeting beauty fades away
Constant truth is here to stay
But here she comes, oh her face
All I want is to embrace
Truth is nothing next to her
Til tomorrow as it were
For then we will truly see
All that beauty cannot be
Then here she comes to me, my bride
Pure beauty on the inside
Where it is and always was
Truth is only as truth does
poem by Paul H Nelson
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