a lonely flame. una llama solitaria.

a lonely flame. una llama solitaria.

The Lonely Author confesses his love to his muse.

El Autor Solitario confiesa su amor a su musa.

0:01 a lonely flame

0:49 una llama solitaria

What Makes A Woman Beautiful?

What Makes A Woman Beautiful?

Apologies for all of the posts that appeared today. It was a wild day. While making cosmetic changes to the front page slide show and I discovered old posts which had moved into Draft. When I took them out of draft, they hit the reader.

Today on The Lonely Author on Youtube: What Makes A Woman Beautiful?

Introduction

0:19 Drew sings “Barbie Girl.” (Or at least he thinks he does).

0:29 Introduces theme of today’s video.

1:05 The Lonely Author recites poem “You.”

2:05 What Drew doesn’t find beautiful in a woman.

3:01 Drew introduces second poem

3:24. “Moonlight Through My Window.”

3:48. What Makes A Woman Beautiful?

4:37 Conclusion

5:09 The Lonely Author signs off.

The Lonely Author:First Guest Poet

The Lonely Author: First Guest Poet

Youtube forced me to remove the music I downloaded from a royalty free website.

Thus, The Lonely Author is proud to announce, premiering today his new hit single, (I am certain it will be a hit because once you hear it, you will want to hit me). The Lonely Author Blues, is composed, written by, and performed by Moi.

All music appearing on this video cannot be copied, reproduced, redistributed, or published without direct written permission from The Lonely Author or it will lead to him sticking his tongue out at you.

Special Note: Blame Timothy Price of Off Center & Not Even fame. He suggested I compose and perform my own song.

Another Special Note: I use the term composing lightly, I sound like I was decomposing.

Today’s Itinerary

0:01 The Lonely Author Blues

0:22 Drew welcomes everyone.

1;10 Introdcution to Fiery

2;12 Fiery introduces self on blog Your Fiery.

7:08 Intro to first poem

7:15 Fiery recites “A Lonely Kind of Beautiful.”

10:22 Fiery recites a Lonely Author poem, “Our Little Secret.”

14:40 Fiery asks Drew three personal questions.

16:28 Drew responds to questions.

19:03 Drew signs off.

To All My Followers

To All My Followers

Friends, it’s not that serious. The reason for this long ass post are the two dozen times I have been asked on different blogs, if Youtube is how I will be blogging. Without offending anyone, I would like to answer everyone once.

This past November, I came to the firm decision to never blog again. I had over 10,000 followers, great times, and basically I had nothing left to accomplish. It no longer stirred my passions.

Friends in New York and the Dominican Republic begged me to continue. Then, my best friend Titi (who tried to create a Lonely Author app) convinced me Youtube was the next step in the Beach Boy’s evolution.

I started playing around with the idea, and so many creative possibilities came to me.

Youtube offers me the opportunity to move beyond this two dimensional world. I can recite poetry that can be truly heard. I can inject humor, my personality, and multiple images in my posts. I can share more of ME (every tragedy and triumphant).

But beyond that; I can post things to do in Orlando, the things beyond the expensive theme parks. I will develop posts on how to successfully move to Florida and why you may want to. I can take you on my vacations. We can explore beaches, I can suggest resorts and hotels. You can live my exploits with me.

Best of all, now, during my lonely hours; I am speaking to you.

More importantly, instead of introducing poets, authors, and bloggers by a reblog, retweet, or mention on my blog, I can truly introduce you to them. Poetry will be recited by two guest poets next week. Get a chance to meet the bloggers you have followed. Hear them recite their poetry or novelists discuss their latest novel.

I have always been happy helping others, now I have the platform to do just that.

Regarding my Youtube channel. You don’t like the platform? I am not asking you to switch to vlogging. Continue doing what MAKES YOU HAPPY.

Want to support the Beach Boy on this new venture?

1- Like my videos on YOUTUBE (or like both blog and Youtube). Click on the video, hit like, and close it and move onto the next blog you are reading. EVERY YOUTUBE like helps my effort. Even if you don’t watch the video. Friends keep saying they are hitting like, but my first video has over 600+ likes on the blog, only 81 on Youtube.

2- THIS IS FOR ALL MY SUPER HERO FRIENDS; Afraid your identity will be revealed if you comment. Long ago, I created The Lonely Author gmail. I opened this blog, my Youtube channel, Twitter, AllMyLinks, and Instagram accounts all with this one email. I actually do much of my business and commenting throughout the internet with this identity. You can create one for your blog with your blog icon. Then, comment away IF YOU LIKE. You will never need to remove your mask or cape.

3- I have friends in the Dominican Republic who don’t understand a word I say in the videos. They hit play, let the video run in its entirety on MUTE, while they cook, tend the laundry, go to the bathroom, bathe their children. They don’t even pay attention. But it helps.

4- Come discuss your book or blog, or recite your poetry. Your photo or identity never needs to be revealed. I was a child actor, managed call centers for prestigious institutions, none of you know my real identity. Come on my show, no one will know yours, not even me.

What I will do to help you follow me? I will recite my poetry in the first minute of my videos. My blog posts will have a timeline, so you know exactly when the part you want to listen to plays. If you have any suggestions please, feel free to make them here on this post.

Everyone has to find their own happiness, I have found mine. Life is too short. Be happy. It’s a choice, not something we have to achieve or work for.

You want to help me or follow me, great.

You don’t want to follow me. That is good, too. I won’t be offended. Before starting this venture, I put on my big boy swimming trunks. I am a born and bred New Yorker, a real nice guy with the THICKEST SKIN.

If this is goodbye, well, Adios. I wish you all the best. I hope your days are full of sunshine and smiles. May life bless you and your loved ones with infinite love, good health, and happiness.

You may be thinking…….The Lonely Author is out of his mind trading in 10,000 followers for 100. Perhaps, but I will take 100 faithful, supportive friends any day.

Friends, I have found my happiness……….be happy for me.

I will leave comments open. Throw your spears and arrows (no stun guns, please). Ladies, you can throw your lips (just a suggestion……….but a very valid suggestion. Think about it).

Have a beautiful weekend. Love to all.

God bless. ❤️

The Lonely Author: Rain On My Windshield

The Lonely Author: Rain On My Windshield

Please, like, comment, and subscribe. Every viewer leaving an imprint (like, comment, subscribe) increases the chance of this channel succeeding.

I hope to create a Youtube channel for writers, poets, photographers, and painters to display their work. Searching for poets to recite their poetry or even mine. Authors, this is an audio outlet for you to plug your novels.

The Lonely Author on Youtube, I will be your humble host, you will be the star……

Thank you for your support. Always treasured…..

alchemy

alchemy

everywhere time inscribes his indelible marks
there remains one untainted corner
beneath a thousand wounds
of boiling sensitivities
our hearts are a lab
creating poetic alchemy
a lonely place where the unloved
transform melancholy into poetry

Mediterranean nights

In a conversation with my good friend G at Short Prose I told her I always wanted to write a poem using “mandolin.” She encouraged me to give it a try. Please make sure you stop by her blog to admire her wonderful poetry.

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Mediterranean nights

should I blame it on the stars
when Venus winked at me
signorina had amore in her eyes
as blind virgins prayed
in Saint Peter’s basilica
my imagination took them
to places they have never been
Mediterranean nights
tugged at my heartstrings
as if I were a lonely mandolin

solitude

solitude

locked behind open doors
the sun sets upon my soul
shadows move along stoic walls

I inhale breathless poetry
encouraging a cage to open
releasing silent misery

wrapped in solitude
the silence echoes
when I whisper your name

yesterday it rained

yesterday it rained

yesterday it rained
tears of fallen angels
over lands of cruelty

last night she slept unloved
her days are brief
my nights an eternity

I scribbled her name
on the windows of my soul
as drops moistened every pane

today I bear a soaked cross
oh, did I mention
yesterday it rained