How Things Are Meant To Be

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How Things Are Meant To Be

Infertile Jennifer weeps
as she sits in a waiting
room. The frightened
lady beside her came to
abort her unborn child.

We cherish the lover we
can’t have. And we miss
the soul mate we never
appreciated. Our dreams
become our nightmares.

Reality hurts so much. We
lie to ourselves to ease our
pain. In the end we force
ourselves to accept that’s
how things are meant to be.

Photo taken from Google Images.

 

Do you Have A Super Power?

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Since he will be WordPressing less often, Lonely Author decided to have some fun and return to his blogging roots (yes that means occasionally talking in third person). Part of his roots was to ask a weekly question.

During that difficult period of his life detailed in When My Wife Became My Hero, Lonely Author often posted the Pinky Batman image in his old Facebook page or flashed it to Mrs. Lonely Author to signify it was time to toughen up.

So, while Allie was pulling miracles, Lonely Author still recovering from his accident became the cheerleading Pinky Batman.

All us have been heroes at one point or another.

On several occasions Allie has had premonitions of future events. Allie also has a super powerful nose that can pick up all sorts of scents (including bad poetry). Thus the Chimp plays it safe by bathing twice a day, uses good cologne, and brushes his teeth after every meal (and some day he expects he will be required to do it during meals).

Lonely Author has the super power of charming birds out of trees.  But they usually poop on him, so not sure if that really counts.

Do you have a super power?

Which super hero are you?

Tape & Glue

 

 

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Tape & Glue

You see this broken man
life shattered me beyond
repair. Destiny kicked me.
Fate kept me down. Had my
heart broken a day after my
two year warranty ran out.

Everyone did the best they
could. Yet on certain days I
hurt so much I can barely sit.
Now I survive on a wing and
prayer because all my jigsaw
pieces no longer seem to fit.

I remember how it feels to
be in pieces. I realize that
I will never be brand new.
If you want me I could be
yours to love. If you don’t
mind all the tape and glue.

Photo taken from Google Images

 

We Breathe The Same Air

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We Breathe The Same Air

Why are people focused
on our petty differences
culture color and beliefs
make each of us unique

when will people learn
mankind is one big family

we are all one in the same
we all love our children
we wake to the same sun
we share the same world
we breathe the same air

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Just a few random thoughts I threw together.  That is my mini rant for today.

Be safe.  Be well.

Lonely Author Update

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In February I announced I would be blogging less and for the most part, I have taken the weekends off.  Yet, I still do not have enough time to work on my queries to literary agents, other writing projects, and life.

Lonely Authot doesn’t need to research Chimpopedia to know it is time to make further cuts in my blogging time.  I will still be reading blog posts, but not on a daily basis (and definitely not on weekends). Should anyone have a post they really want me to read or comment on, please feel free to ping me.  (Yeah, I like being pinged baby).

I would like to thank my good friend Diane LadiesWhoLunchReviews . She has sent me so many links to writing contests and other potential suitors for my writing.  Whenever you get the chance, stop by her blog.  She is a  kind hearted person who will always put a smile on your face.

My next post will be on Tuesday.  I am thinking of posting 3 times a week (between Tuesday and Friday).

Should you need to reach me write to thelonelyauthorblog@gmail.com.  I will try to be much quicker with my response times.  I currently have several outstanding emails I must respond to.

You can also reach me at twitter @LonelyAuthorNY

Have a wonderful weekend.

Keep smiling.

Keep writing.

Make A Wish

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Make A Wish

Today I will grant
your every wish
just ask me and
it will be done

I will compliment
you on days your
not at your best

I will embrace you
before and after
every single fight

I will forgive you
for every sin you
have yet committed

go make any wish
and it will be done

just don’t ask me
to forget you baby
that’s impossible
it would be
easier burning
tattoos in the sand

The Execution

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The Execution

Madison Rutherford stretched in the comfort of his bed.  Today, he would become the prosecutor with the most death row convictions and executions.

Before his eyes could adjust to the darkness, the lights suddenly went on.

Startled by his unfamiliar surroundings, he jumped out of the unfamiliar cot. “Hey, what is going on?”

A sheriff, three officers, and Priest stood outside the jail cell.

“Sheriff Jones, what am I doing here?”

“Herman Rapier,” the heavy set gentleman replied with a southern drawl. “The Governor of this good state of Alabama assigned me the responsibility of overseeing your execution.”

Madison ran to the iron bars. “Don’t you recognize me?”

“Rapier you will pay for the deaths of those innocent girls you murdered.”

Madison stuttered, “You have the wrong guy?”

“They all say that.”

The officers unlocked the cell to grab him.

“Wait, I didn’t do it.”

“They say that too.”

The officers dragged Madison down the long hallway.

“You guys have this all wrong. I am innocent.”

Madison Rutherford entered the execution chamber. The hard wood seat appeared menacing; more terrifying than the monsters under his childhood bed.

A sudden chill on his neck reminded him of the ghosts of executions past.

“You guys are playing with me,” he cried as they strapped him to the electric chair.

An officer pulled a black hood over Madison’s trembling head.

Sheriff Jones said, “Herman Rapier, today you will pay for five counts of rape and murder.”

The lights went out.

An officer wheeled in a table with a cake. Three dozen people shouted, “Happy birthday.”

The lights returned.

The Sheriff ran over to his friend to lift the hood. “Hey Madison, did we scare the life out of you?”

The room went dead silent.