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Untouched and unspoken is cast
Through our pain our spirits rise
To seek out the hearts desires
And to protect each from the past


The seed once planted, continues to grow
And embraces each new dawn
with softness and warmth
Untouched and unspoken no more

" Fire One!" I shouted out,
and let that snowball fly.
it zeroed in on my friends face,
and smacked him in the eye.
I heard him scream, and then he fell,
and boy did he start balling.
But thats the price you have to pay,
when winter flakes are falling.
But he got up and looked around,
so i launched another round.
this one missed above his head
and sailed into a tree.
then he bent down and grabbed some snow,
and then threw one at me!
it missed, by gosh; but then i heard
my mother loudly calling.
shes right, its way to cold outside
when winter flakes are falling.

ever edging my way in slumber to the 'morrow
only shaking of delight with the prospect of awakening
and there you are...before my eyes
the butterfly and hum that sings within me
as inside I dance in place
it is a warm and most welcome feel
I vibrate constantly as I am with you
peace and harmony come to me
I welcome every breath, each step, taken, by your side
for it is deep inside you that I abide

It's a woman who has an appreciation
Of the world around her
And of her unique place in it...
If she has energy to devote both to work
And to play....


If she has the capacity to give of herself
And to accept graciously
The gifts of others....
If she has people
She trusts and is trusted by,
People she cares about
Who care about her..
If she has a zest for life
And a feeling of kinship with all living things..
If she has the enthusiasm
To welcome each new day
With warmth
And joy
And love...
Then she is truly a successful woman.

There he found a human child. She was about sixteen years old and wore a red cape with a hood pulled over her head. This human he had never seen before.

‘What is wrong child?’ he asked. ‘Is there any way I can help you?’

The girl continued to sob but peeked out from under her hood.

‘I am known as Grandpapa Wolf and I won’t hurt you. If you tell me what is wrong maybe I can help you.’

Between her sobs she told him that her name was Red Riding Hood and that she was on her way to her Grandmother’s cottage in the dark forest.

‘If I don’t bring her this basket she will starve and I can’t walk anymore because I sprained my ankle.’

Grandpapa Wolf decided to take the basket to her. Once she gave him directions he set off to the cottage. After about an hour’s walk he found the cottage just as Red Riding Hood had described.

He knocked on the door and introduced himself. He entered when a feeble voice bade him to come in. There in the middle of the cottage stood a big bed and in it was Red Riding Hood’s Grandmother.

‘I have brought you the basket of food so that you won’t starve.’

‘Oh thank you so much,’ said the feeble voice, ‘come sit next to me on the bed.’

Grandpapa Wolf sat down but something seemed strange.

‘Grandmother, what big youthful eyes you have.’

‘All the better to see who is so kind to me.’

‘Grandmother, what big youthful ears you have.’

‘All the better to hear the wolf who is so kind to me.’

‘Grandmother what a big youthful mouth you have.’

With that Red Riding Hood jumped out of the bed, laughed and shot Grandpapa Wolf.”

Some of the younger pups whimpered in fright and even some of the older ones wiped away a tear or two.

“Should you ever come across a girl in a red cape and hood,” continued Mama Wolf, “you had better run. She has a heart as black as the devil. I did see your Grandpapa Wolf once and I howled for hours. The indignity, the horror, he had been made into a coat and he was worn by one of the villagers.

Such a tragic end for a Gentle wolf who had never done anyone any harm. His only fault was that he was too trusting.

Remember pups, when your time comes to go out into the world, humans are not to be trusted.”

Now you know the true story of Grandpapa Wolf or how he was betrayed by Red Riding Hood.

As I stand here waiting for Thee, I look to my Heart to comfort me, while I feel ashamed for the way it holds me. I reach out to touch you yet I feel only a sweet fragrance as I pass you. Has my Heart turned against me as I walk and wonder of thee. What has it done as I look to thee, what am I feeling in this wonderment I see. Where is the hope I longed to give thee. As my Heart aches in pain from the unseen, the unheard it is then mended by an intoxicating joy. Should I hold it, or let it go. What is the answer of this motion, What drives these waves that are beating relentlessly upon my weary heart. As I wait for the unknown it grows and grows then quickly disappears in an unseen smile. Is it your smile or my own, is it your Heart or my own. I walk in confusion of what I feel Where does it come and where does it go. This shall be the Answer to my Soul.

Theres always something you dont know
about the one you so love.
For that I think that we,
should thank the One above.

As long as there are things
the we dont know
the road never ends
new places to go.

The things that we share
together each day.
We see each other,
In a whole different way.

I want to know her
inside and out.
I need to know
what shes all about.

I hope we search each other
from now to the end.
If I had had to do it
I would do it again.

To drink a cup is the sweetness of the
aroma of the flavor from the brewing
process it takes to make the greatness
of a rich pot of coffee....

Some like sugar and others add a bit of
cream to their sugar in the single cup of
JOE,,,
as others want a donut to go....

Wee hours of the early morning it is a pot
of coffee to go, and the scent of the dark
roasted beans it is the roast of the bean
as it is brewed to the richness of
coffee from a good bean ~~~~

Then others like it black and pure nothing
more than a purity of the taste from bean
to bean it is called coffee...
Then some may ask for the hint of a little
added syrup as vanilla to give that flavor
of another good cup of coffee...

Well sun is down and individuals flowing
around drinking coffee of darkness of the
sky and the night has sprung some it is true
and others may have it decaf.. It is still
a cup of JOE,,,
©breathless22

there is a lonesome lover
hiding in the shadows
no longer will it be a wonder
the scent has been lain
driving one to madness
never sense to gain
harboring vengeance
to seek the thrill
never to discover
that there is much more to love
hiding in the shadows
lurking there to see
that no one has my heart strings
I am where I am to be
look not to misunderstand me
I am curious you see
that given time I will find it
the love that has eluded me

Slide a rock down the ice
Don't those curling ladies look nice
Russians, Americans, Danish, Chinese, and English too
Turning their hand as they follow through
One has rocks of red
One has rocks of yellow
Kind of neat the Chinese were the yellow fellows
The Americans had red rocks as it matched our flag
Too bad their throws had to lag
They didn't slide and curl as good as the rest
Seems the east is better than the west
Eight rocks each to slide and bump
So far I have seen no one fall on their rump