A Poem for You

A stranger on my doorstep
a promise to myself I’ve kept
to put myself outside myself
and look both right and left

There’s surely someone in the world
who’d like a sweet but blacksheep girl
who wouldn’t turn away at strange
who knows that life is ever change

Each moment turns to something new
always fresh and fun to do
a world away from what you’ve known
a stranger sure, two steps from home.

Judyette Clarke

Whisper

Shadows call,
night envelops,
painted clouds swirl in;
past and present collide,
a vision calls to me,
and I reach out,

seeing you,
feeling you,
touching you,
yet,
you are not there

This realness touches me,
holds me,
captivates me,
the longing crying out,
never wanting to let go,
yet,
you are not here.
I whisper, “Come to me.”

Bill Pate

Atlantean Greenhouse

by Melissa K Laine

In Atlantis, nothing seemed totally solid. It did not seem like you had to walk, like you do now. It looks like gliding from place to place, with thought projection as your navigator. I see what looks like a greenhouse, inside there are many attendants. There are all types of botanicals, herbs, trees with flowers (for flower remedies) trees with fruits, etc.
Some plants were hooked up to an extractor that collected fluid to be used for various purposes. The containers that housed everything in the greenhouse had various stones and crystals, so that the particular, tree, plant, etc., would absorb the properties of the stone or crystal’s energy, and they were also an Atlantean “plant food”.

The water source was that of liquid light, in various color hue’s.
The Moon and the Sun kept everything in the greenhouse in perfect balance.

My New Best Friend

I met a woman yesterday…
who adamantly had a lot to say
She smiled at me, then stared a while
and promised in time to make me smile
She touched my hair and said “So nice…”
then licked my lips, not once, but twice.
I met this woman yesterday
She came to me with much to say
She said, “I want to be your friend…
but only if and only when…
I am your best friend in the world.
I must be your favorite girl.”
I met a woman, can’t you see
I call that special woman… Me.

JuanElla Fontenot