Bard of the Setting Sun

A collection of Words, Quotes and Humour by myself and others

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"A person without a sense of humour is like a wagon without springs..

- jolted by every pebble in the road." (Henry Ward Beecher)

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JESUS AND MOSES

A burglar broke into a house one night. He shone his flashlight around, looking for valuables, and when he picked up a CD player to place in his sack, a strange, disembodied voice echoed from the dark saying, "Jesus is watching you"?

He nearly jumped out of his skin, clicked his flashlight off and froze.

When he heard nothing more after a bit, he shook his head, promised himself a vacation after the next big score, then clicked the light back on and began searching more valuables. Just as he pulled the stereo out so he could disconnect the wires, clear as a bell he heard, "Jesus is watching you."

Freaked out, he shone his light around frantically, looking for the source of the voice. Finally, in the corner of the room, his flashlight beam came to rest on a parrot.

"Did you say that?" He hissed at the parrot.

"Yep," the parrot confessed, then squawked, "I'm just trying to warn you."

The burglar relaxed. "Warn me, huh? Who do you think you are anyway?"

"Moses," Replied the bird.

"Moses" the burglar laughed.

"What kind of stupid people would name a parrot 'Moses'?"

The bird promptly answered:

"Probably the same kind of people that would name a rottweiler 'Jesus'!"

THE BATTLE

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Where forth calleth the Sun
For what must we aim
Who are you to me but one
Each of us transcribing a plane

My sister, my brother, a feeling inside
Merging, uniting, eternity fired
A call to the mind across a vast ocean
Of lighting and thunder - the desire to be free

For what matters little
Each lower self quakes
Spirit fires an eternal battle
As the spark in each wakes

My father, my mother
The SON in myself
Each moment of waking
A monumental stealth

Pain rises in slow stages
The burning out of derision
My aim for the sun rages
Gain says my decision

If each of us winters
And none can be lost
What point in delinquents
For all must be tossed

So don't hang onto your house
And don't hide from your neighbours
Lest you step on a mouse
And undo all your labours :)

A Bard of the Setting Sun