Let's go for a drive in your cherry red convertible down to the beach where the moon hangs low. ~CE
i’ve danced this dance
tripped and fallen
broken hearts
had mine stolen
smiled and laughed
right on cue
kicked myself
for loving you
from dawn to dusk
and back to dawn
you were the one
but now you’re gone
© Catherine Evermore. All rights reserved.
Softly, gently as you sleep,
I place my hand upon your cheek.
Your skin is sweet and ever so fair,
My fingers lightly touch your hair.
It won’t be long my darling one,
Until you’re gone and I’m alone.
I love you now and always will,
My sweetest, dearest one of all.
I pray your dreams come true, my love,
You always give me hope for mine.
You are the blessing of my life,
The best of me is all of you.
© Catherine Evermore. All rights reserved.
“We were ready to rock out and we waited and waited and finally it was our turn … there were a half million people asleep. These people were out. It was sort of like a painting of a Dante scene, just bodies from hell, all intertwined and asleep, covered with mud. And this is the moment I will never forget as long as I live: A quarter mile away in the darkness, on the other edge of this bowl, there was some guy flicking his Bic, and in the night I hear, “Don’t worry about it, John. We’re with you.” I played the rest of the show for that guy.”
~John Fogerty recalling Creedence Clearwater Revival’s 3:30 a.m. start time at Woodstock
Walked down the street
Looked at my shoes
Walked down the street
Got the holiday blues
Looked in the window
Frowned at myself
Looked in the window
Saw the empty shelves
All of them shoppers
Cleaned out the store
All of them shoppers
Arrived at four
Can’t do a thing
While I got these blues
Can’t make up my mind
About these red shoes
Looked at the sky
Looked all around
People aren’t smiling
All I see are frowns
Where is the spirit
Where is the joy
Where is the fun
Gonna buy me a toy
Bye bye you shoppers
Don’t run yourselves down
Me and my blues
We’re leaving right now
© Catherine Evermore. All rights reserved.
big ones and small ones
short ones and tall ones
veterans come in all
shapes and sizes
we call them heroes
for many different reasons
i remember
sitting by the side of the road
watching a parade go by
honoring those
who served our country
so proud and brave
remembering the heroes
who did not return
respect was always paid
as the crowd
went silent
flags waving
then people cheering
bands and cheerleaders all in step
little did we know
way back then
that some would grow up to be
heroes
in so many different ways
some would go off to wars
in foreign countries
some would serve here
at home
never knowing
from one day to the next
when they would be called upon
to perform
a heroic duty
we see veterans every day of our lives
not everyone gets a parade
but that does not make them
any less appreciated
Welcome Home
Good and Faithful Veterans
and
Thank You
© Catherine Evermore. All rights reserved.
Once upon a time, my dream trip was to visit New York City, stay at The Algonquin Hotel, attend a few Broadway shows, go to museums, enjoy the night life at a jazz club or two, do some shopping, and visit other sites that tourists like to see.
Sadly, those days are gone and it’s no longer safe to go to NYC.
So, I’ve resurrected a little story I wrote a few years back about a woman who takes her first trip to the Big Apple. ~CE
This was her first time for many things on that tenth day in May. It was her first trip to the Big Apple; her first Broadway play on the Great White Way; and her first Dirty martini, ever. Making the decision to turn off the lights, leave a key with her neighbor, and record a message on her answering machine that would tell callers she was off to fulfill her dreams meant taking a huge leap of faith.
She sat at the hotel bar rather than at a table. She might need someone to talk to and the barkeeper was perfect for the occasion.
Her dress was deep red. It was the kind of dress that fit her body; the kind of dress that stopped just below her knees; and the kind of dress that zipped up the back just as easily as it unzipped and fell to the floor. The neckline was perfect for her pearl necklace … a gift from someone she knew once upon a time.
As she crossed her legs, one could tell she was wearing seamed stockings – black – to match her peep toe evening heels. She wore her hair long and wavy simply because she liked it that way, and she rarely paid attention to those who said women of age should wear their hair much shorter. She was light-handed with her make-up, but one had to wonder how she ever found the perfect shade of red lipstick. She rather enjoyed creating her own style, and she embraced her sensuality.
Sitting at the bar, she chatted up the barkeeper about the hotel and its history … the famous writers who had met there once a week to discuss everything under the moon and the stars. She felt cheated, as if she had been born too late.
The barkeeper said he understood. Maybe he did or maybe he was agreeing with her in hopes of getting a better tip. He would find out later that she was very generous with her tips. She was not like some who would mentally figure out twenty percent of the bill and really leave fifteen. That was not her style, and she loved to reward good service.
A gentleman sat at the bar, three stools down from where she was sitting. He appeared to be old world or maybe he was from old money. It was difficult to tell, but not that it really mattered. He ordered a Scotch whisky neat, but then he changed his mind. Eyeing the martini glass, he said to the barkeeper:
“I will have what the lady is drinking, and perhaps she will join me for one more.”
She looked at the stranger sitting three stools down, lowered her eyes just a little, smiled softly at him, and in a voice he would find hard to forget, she accepted his kind offer.
© Catherine Evermore. All rights reserved.
For some unknown reason, my reader is not updating with posts from those I follow. Comments are disappearing or unavailable.
I will find a way to work around the problems. Also, I need to contact my host about the issues with WordPress.
You are not being ignored. I promise. ~ce