Cretaceous Too: poetry, stories & lyrics

By Damie Evers

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52 titles set in fantasy, mystery, fiction, horror, romance & action/adventure. ‘Silver & a Dream’ one of fifteen lyrics, is about living in a dream world about someone who fascinates you, and you'll find dreaming is a great part of a day. There is an audition for a play where the seats are packed, though when the cast hopefuls are introduced to the crowd in this story, they’re only concern is to make it back on stage, as they too, one by one will join the crowd in a dressed up fashion created by a director who brings the cast to a frozen in time like standstill, he calls his place ‘forever morning theatre.’ Love, determination, chimera, optimism; 20 poems peppered throughout this just enough Easter eggs encounter.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Oct 18, 2010
• ISBN: 9780557747382

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Cretaceous Too

DAMIE EVERS

Copyright © 2022

ISBN 9780557747382

All rights reserved.

Free verse, fantasy, situational fiction, love, determination, chimera and optimism poetry.  Fictional characters within fantasy, drama, suspense, action/adventure, horror and fiction stories.  Acoustic love ballad song lyrics and situational rock ballads.

…I wasn’t expecting that…

…there’s clearly passion…

…where did that come from?…

…intense…

…spectacular…

…nice, really good…

…I like the music…

…you’re spitting fire…

…your mind is cool…

…your book is really cool…

…that was seriously good…

…I am definitely a fan…

…I find them very pretty; they are very interesting…

…sounds like a cartoon animation…

…keep taking them deep…

…that’s a really good book…

…I was listening the whole time…

…I really like the ending of ‘A Silent Movie’…

…you are critical, you did good…

…all the best…

…that’s interesting…

…I like ‘You’re the Angel’…

…that was really nice…

…that sounds good…

…I sure do like that…

…dang, nice…

…I like it, do you have one about love?…

…wow, I can’t explain it…

…it’s all really amazing…

TABLE OF CONTENTS

TITLE PAGE

ROAD TO NO ROADS

A SILENT MOVIE

SILVER & A DREAM

A PARADISE I’M SURE

WAVES CRASH LIKE OLD FRIENDS

THE DNA ONE

DON‘T FORGET ABOUT YESTERDAY

THAT REMINDS ME

SAVE THIS PAGE

A DRAGON IN THE CASTLE

NOT A CHANCE TO TAKE ME

A DIARY CALLED MOUNTAIN

ANOTHER DAY

SUNSHINE THESE DAYS

RAINY DAY‘S ROOM

ABOUT YOU & I

THE PHOTOGRAPHER

WRITE MY DAY OUT FOR YOU

COMPASS NEEDLE LIFE

THE LAST CLASSIC TALE

NOT WITHOUT YOU FIRST

FOREVER MORNING THEATRE

RIDDLED WITH

WILLIAMS LAKE

HE MADE HIS LAST CUT IN CERTAINTY

ALLIGATOR FOOD

INSPECTOR MONROE‘S 1,000th CASE

ETERNAL SHINING LOVE

BEFORE MY PIECES FALL

THE MOON SOMEDAY

IN FROM A STORM

YOU‘RE THE ANGEL

WHILE I WAS AWAY

WELCOME TO YOUR PROMISED LAND

DREEAM

ROWS OF THREE

REMEMBER THE TIMES

A DAY AWAY

ALL THE TIME

& NOW A DRAGON

BREAK TO SHAPES

EVERYTHING

THE MANIFESTATION OF DAVID CLEAR

WHEN PERSIA LOVES YOU

NO SHADE TREES AT NIGHT

LIGHT COURSE HARBOR CAFÉ

FASTER

I HEAR YOU‘RE DOING FINE

SHADOW IN THE SUN

MY ROCKS

SEVERITY IS THE LEVEL I WISH

A WORKING TITLE IS THE ONLY THING THAT COMES TO MIND

ROAD TO

NO ROADS

& that last road you seen me on is the road to no roads

i’m going to miss holding on to you

no one like you i swear how lucky can i get?

that last good-bye was like jumping from a plane good-bye

that last glass turned upside down

from the last dirt road town good-bye

ride like i never want to come home

these jumps these turns that downhill climb

ain’t nowhere near a street sign

ask myself do i really want to brake now?

it’s a cool life passing by the cool parts of life

i’ll add ‘em to a list of stops

i someday would like to stop & see

maybe something will be so lost

that it’s too tough to find

i’ll be back soon your kiss i’ll miss

sun going down up on the tunes loud

these mountains tell me believe

ask myself are there anymore clouds left to ride on?

key to your heart is key to getting to love you

i know each new day will feel like the very first day i met you

maybe no roads will lead me to believe

you’re what i need

rest well i’m spinning lures in the san juan

the only reason why snow & rain fall down

clear sky steer tight with a turn

pocket full of lead does it give me something to rely on?

that sound wave & kick back gives it all too well away

i have an idea that i think will look good on a necklace

this no roads of mine is like traveling back thru time pawnee

water flowing by will be there

that aspen to sway on won’t break

bobcat prints i’m in for a follow

climb high for a better view

i’m counting up miles on the road to no roads

i’m gonna miss holding onto you

A SILENT MOVIE

after finding an empty seat in this crowd

the lights turned dim

blot! blot! the film began to roll

string violins and brasses for wind chimed the theme

names of stars and new faces to meet took turns to tell us who is on board

my sodas i was raised to call coke dropped into their holders the one on my right rather be occupied by another movie-goer’s cold drink instead

the top portion of my popcorn doesn’t butter my fingers, can you guess how?

on screen, a cloud of white smoke expanded from a single point

a glass measuring tube held itself together in a remains state an inch above and below his two-finger grip, he mentioned there is only one way to find the point of imbalance

my favorite part is you are so smart

filling in blanks, carrying preference is rare to seek around here, always remember a log is important he added to her collection of must-knows before handing her a box to place in the single-rider coach behind the power of a horse, two steps then a landing in the driver’s box, the control reins whipped into action, his hat removed to wave farewell so to begin her travels

on the way a bit, memory alone the guide for her horse to dock at a trough

engaging the brake on the coach’s wheel looked fun to set

opening the door required a hand through the leather window to unlock a latch

two handbags, one larger propped near the door to be taken out to be taken inside

a suit and hat man said hello to our long-dressed woman appearing to hurry

she kept her view thumbing through her long-strapped purse

‘hello,’ she responded

that thing she wondered about got a pat with her purse in-between

‘how do you do?’ a tip for the lady from the hat on his head

‘well, thank you. how are you?’

‘i’m good. such a busy day, stuck inside, tucked away at a desk from this weather that’s so great’

she adjusted her dress from running crooked

‘yes, nice day,’ she agreed

‘will we see more of you here? you must be new,’ he convinced himself of

‘not my first day, not brand new’

she looked into his eyes, then perhaps his lips and then back to his eyes

‘i will not be here today. i’m preparing a trip to the scenery trails, it is a way to create ideas for this’

she handed him an item after placing three on a shelf

‘you’re a thinker, have a seat, you must be exhausted my dear. i apologize for not noticing your work, although i’m sure the editor at the newspaper knows what you had for supper and your every quirk. describing daily details in a convenient pocket-sized multiple counted canvas sounds like a mindful if not mouthful, you poor thing, i’m sympathetic to your cause’

ten hours before dawn read the title in bold

an every week publication dedicated to keeping a schedule for the busy strong will

these pages to turn, pages to agree with must be liked by those who have things to do on a list

‘thank you, kind sir, your words are warming’

she filled out a form off to the side of the countertop then away she headed to the exit door

in dismay and worried despair may haunt if he didn’t ask if they may accompany each other for the day

‘may we accompany one another for the day?’ he asked, unsure how to ask any other way

‘is your day not filled with work and what is it that you do?’ she replied, halting in her tracks

he cleared his throat, adjusting his stance close to a soldier speaking to a ranking officer

‘i manage incoming and outbound numbers for the town bank, i must be ahead of schedule, heading out a few hours early before the workday ends shouldn’t cause harm,’ he understood to be sure of. ‘i can notify the secretary, it wouldn’t take long’

first note to herself, the workday started not long ago and second, his plea to spend time shown his sincerity. ‘how does the weekend, or your next day off sound? wouldn’t that be beneficial?’ she admired the potential lost time they may accrual he defended against any working timepiece although wanted to be sure his employment remained his

‘another day indeed, although today feels fitting’

‘i’ll be spending a few hours a few hours from here. foothills at shelby’s town. it’s always a blast!’ the excitement in her announcement roared. ‘i do need to forge a telegram to go through before we set out, it too wouldn’t take long,’ she stated, looking in the direction to where a telegraph booth had no one chiming away. he joined her, in fact leading the way. she enjoyed his politeness, it brought to light he must want to care

after occupying the booth, he closed the door for her

a pocket kept a pair of cotton hand protectants

resting in her palm, a box housing a battery for a lamp affixed to the front side

with grace she positioned it midline to her forehead by a leather strap and then closed the electrical circuit by the switch

a second box and two cords were pulled from her bag

a few alligator mouth clips bounced on the desk

to ensure which was which, each metal cable she untangled

an end of one plugged in to her box

the other end found itself to be whipped thru air to be readied for a straight pull to an input on the hard to reach under section of the machine

the panel board kept behind a locked door

no worries, a master key she also retrieved from her bag

back at the desk, she took a cord accompanying a microphone piece to plug in to her box, she spoke into it ‘hello, mister holter! it’s me. i meet an employee of yours’

she opened the door enough to speak

‘i’m confident everything is working to proper’

the door’s lock latched

‘he wants to join me on a nature hike today. is it all right he skips work today?’

once again, she slid the door to an open settle, handing him something to read when an incoming message arrived via a ringing bell notification

‘oh, that must be for me’

her boxed in speaker made it sound like he spoke into a box. she paid close attention, a few inches away be exact, to not miss what he had to say

‘Hello My Dear. So Nice To Hear From You. Stop By Soon’

she allowed enough space to ease her head out

‘with me on this cable, in short i should be wrapping up’

‘The Mrs. Misses Your Company. And About My Employee. Have A Great Time’

her scattered items on the surface were collected two by two and returned to the inside of her strapped case. her gloves peeled from each hand and then stuffed where they are packed away

the door slid on its track until meeting back-to-back with its counterpart. he showed his new well-being friendship with an extreme close-up of the two of his hands waiting for one of hers and thoughtful of her cargo type luggage when the scene on the screen blackened to a calming break

although second nature for the writer, the gentleman had to observe the object on wheels attached to a horse from different angles and insisted to be informed of what it is, although in all obvious it appeared before him, he had never seen it so, ‘compact. innovated from top to bottom. i can’t wait to see the inside’

his chance came when she flung the door unsealed

an invitation via her palm floating along like a cloud

enough room for two relaxing across the aisle

although a bit cluttered if ‘twas not yours

the seat facing forward his

slam then locked went the door, an introduction of how it rides played out when she climbed to retract a sun block enclosure although useful as a sun block sounds, this one contained a microphone and speaker. she opened a door which opened like a bread box. inside, a box with the front side covered with glass. a few knobs, switches, and buttons were messed with to reveal a real time moving picture of her new friend sitting where she left him

‘hello back there!’ great pleasure for her

he looked around for her voice, seems like it came from somewhere inside, it made him ask himself aloud how are you doing that?

she giggled at him looking around as though he appeared in a silent movie

‘do you see a box affixed to a wall? flip that switch’

nice bumps when doing so

‘i can hear you now. how is the ride?’

‘what is this box? you can hear me?’

‘i can also see you. it is an invention’

‘i suppose so’

the screen faded and then popped right back

a