the bible..Song Of Songs Chapter 1

1 Solomon’s Song of Songs.

She
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth—
for your love is more delightful than wine.
3 Pleasing is the fragrance of your perfumes;
your name is like perfume poured out.
No wonder the maidens love you!
4 Take me away with you—let us hurry!
Let the king bring me into his chambers.

Friends
We rejoice and delight in you;
we will praise your love more than wine.

She
How right they are to adore you!
5 Dark am I, yet lovely,
O daughters of Jerusalem,
dark like the tents of Kedar,
like the tent curtains of Solomon.
6 Do not stare at me because I am dark,
because I am darkened by the sun.
My mother’s sons were angry with me
and made me take care of the vineyards;
my own vineyard I have neglected.
7 Tell me, you whom I love, where you graze your flock
and where you rest your sheep at midday.
Why should I be like a veiled woman
beside the flocks of your friends?

Friends
8 If you do not know, most beautiful of women,
follow the tracks of the sheep
and graze your young goats
by the tents of the shepherds.

He
9 I liken you, my darling, to a mare
harnessed to one of the chariots of Pharaoh.
10 Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings,
your neck with strings of jewels.
11 We will make you earrings of gold,
studded with silver.

She
12 While the king was at his table,
my perfume spread its fragrance.
13 My lover is to me a sachet of myrrh
resting between my breasts.
14 My lover is to me a cluster of henna blossoms
from the vineyards of En Gedi.

He
15 How beautiful you are, my darling!
Oh, how beautiful!
Your eyes are doves.

She
16 How handsome you are, my lover!
Oh, how charming!
And our bed is verdant.

He
17 The beams of our house are cedars;
our rafters are firs.

The Mother
Adolf Hitler, 1923

“When your mother has grown older,
When her dear, faithful eyes
no longer see life as they once did,
When her feet, grown tired,
No longer want to carry her as she walks -

Then lend her your arm in support,
Escort her with happy pleasure.
The hour will come when, weeping, you
Must accompany her on her final walk.

And if she asks you something,
Then give her an answer.
And if she asks again, then speak!
And if she asks yet again, respond to her,
Not impatiently, but with gentle calm.

And if she cannot understand you properly
Explain all to her happily.
The hour will come, the bitter hour,
When her mouth asks for nothing more.”



Hitler's Dream
Amateur, UK, 2011

Now here is a story, strange as it may seem,
Of Herr Hitler the Nazi and his terrible dream.

Being tired of the allies, he lay down on his bed
and amongst other things, he dreamnt he was dead.

He was all straightened out and lying in State
and his little moustache was frozen with hate.

He went from this earth and up to Heaven went straight
and he proudly stood at the Golden Gate.

But Peter looked out and in a voice loud and clear,
Cried.. "Herr Hitler the Nazi" you can't come in here.

So Hitler turned back and away he did go,
with the greatest of speed to the regions below.

But the lookout angel was well worth his hire,
He flew through to Satan and gave him the wire.

So Satan said "Fellows", I'll give you a warning,
we're expecting Herr Hitler down here in the morning.

Now I'll tell you straight and I'll tell you clear,
we're too blasted good for that fellow down here.

O' Satan, O' Satan, Herr Hitler cried,
I heard what you said, while standing outside.

Oh give me a corner,I've nowhere to go,
But Satan said no, a thousand times no.

So he kicked Hitler back, then vanished in smoke
and just at that moment Herr Hitler awoke.

He jumped right up in a lather of sweat,
Shouting, Doctor oh Doctor, its my worst dream yet.

To Heaven I'll not go, that I can tell,
But it's a dammed awful thing, to be kicked out of "Hell".

A Smile
Author unknown

It costs nothing, but saves much.

It enriches those who receive, without impoverishing those who give. It happens in a flash, and the memory of it sometimes lasts forever. None is so rich that he can get along without it; none so poor that he is not enriched by it.

It creates happiness in the home, fosters goodwill in business, and is the countersign of friends.

It is rest to the weary, daylight to the discouraged, sunshine to the sick, and Nature's best antidote for trouble.

Yet it cannot be bought, borrowed, or stolen, for it is no earthly good to anyone until it is given away.

If you meet someone too burdened with grief or worry to smile, just give him one of yours.

For nobody needs a smile so much as he who has none left to give.

Allow me to sneak in this sad song

GREEN GREEN GRASS OF HOME

The old home town looks the same
As I step down from the train
And there to meet me is my Mama and Papa

Down the road I look and there runs Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home

Yes, they'll all come to meet me
Arms reaching, smiling sweetly
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home

The old house is still standing
Though the paint is cracked and dry
And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on

Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home

Then I awake and look around me
At four gray walls that surround me
And I realize, yes, I was only dreaming

For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre
On and on we'll walk at daybreak
Again I'll touch the green, green grass of home

Yes, they'll all come to see me
In the shade of that old oak tree
As they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home