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Time Tested Beauty Tips

In Poetry, Virtues on November 8, 2011 at 11:33 am

by Sam Levenson

(A favorite poem of Audrey Hepburn)

For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.

For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.

For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.

For beautiful hair, let a child run his fingers through it once a day.

For poise, walk with the knowledge you’ll never walk alone…

People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived,
reclaimed and redeemed and redeemed …

Never throw out anybody. Remember, if you ever need a
helping hand, you’ll find one at the end of your arm.

As you grow older you will discover that you have two hands.
One for helping yourself, the other for helping others.

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears,
the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes,
because that is the doorway to her heart,
the place where love resides.

The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole,
but true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.

It is the caring that she lovingly gives,
the passion that she shows,
and the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows!

Only To Such

In Poetry on December 3, 2010 at 11:07 pm

Only to such an honor does belong to a multitude of people
so destined for nobility and strength of spirit.
Wisdom of time and His tenacity of will transcend the commonalities of the profane.
Sharing of the divine mind and the intimacy of the destiny
so promised by the Lord of the Heavenly manor
become the rewards to only such children of immortal blood and bone.
Alas, do I desire the day of the dawn
when the morning sun shall arise and millions shall ascend!
Surely the light shall shine again for eternity
and never shall the irises of thine eyes see a silver moon and darkened silhouettes.
Only to such virtue and absence of vice will the scene
of the never-seen sea of glass be envisioned upon.
Without waver, wonders shall never cease as sighs overwhelm the breath
and glory asunders the memories of earthen oceans.
Only to such loved and loving will be granted this privilege.
Only to such preciousness do I aspire.
Only to such has my Lord.

O When Shall They

In Poetry on December 3, 2010 at 11:05 pm

O when shall they be heeded?
Two souls standing,
One hunched sans sorrow,
The other him supporting,
Though slender himself he is,
Stands resilient and resolute.

O when shall they be heard?
Two men crying,
With calls so eloquent,
Cutting consciences deep
With images of sigh and salience,
Resonating with fullest of alacrity.

O what shall they hearken?
One voice full of brisk and years,
Brimming with sapience and blood,
Accounts of death absent of life,
With blood blotted not backward,
Binding life within belief of a death.

O have their hearts already hardened,
To the voice of youthful vigor,
In complement to his elder,
Decreeing virtue and victory,
In envy of none other than
Verisimilitude itself?

O what shall they hearken?
Though humanity’s cure they proclaim,
Two cease not to concede,
Continuing to convert and persevere,
By crowish night or crystal day,
Until the coming of their elder cousin.

O when shall they be heard?
Belated will it have been
When joined by other bound brothers:
Books of vestige, books ab aeterno
By life, by remembrance, and by death
For final arbitration to them is brought.

O when shall they be heeded?
For he the elder shall take seat,
And the junior halt his homage,
Only to witness the regenesis
Of siblings myriads uncountable,
For then shall they themselves hear and heed.