“Another Yellow Door”, by C Faherty Brown, my Review

This weekend, on Weekly Prompts, the challenge word is: Review (2). Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here.
Below is my review of of C Faherty Brown’s new book “Another Yellow Door”, and you may visit her site via this link>> https://bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com/

“Another Yellow Door”, by C Faherty Brown, my Review.
And you find Colleen’s book on Lulu Books, and also read all the other great reviews via this link >> https://www.lulu.com/shop/c-faherty-brown/another-yellow-door/paperback/product-r9jk4m.html?q=another+yellow+door&page=1&pageSize=4

“Another Yellow Door” enticingly invites you to join Bronagh on her travel log of adventure across USA, via an “off the beaten track” journey. Bronagh has converted her purpose-bought cargo van into a self-contained home on wheels, which has a distinct side opening “Yellow Door”. The door on her van proves to be like a yellow honey hive, attracting various characters who are openly curious enough to enquire about Bronagh’s fascinating van and her journey’s adventures. Bronagh is brave, but not overly confident of what she wants to achieve, or the actual purpose of her quest. She doesn’t know where she is traveling to, or why she is traveling in that direction … No Matter, jump aboard, sit in the empty passenger seat and enjoy the ride. You won’t be disappointed with where ever her journey happens to take you, and you’ll be more than enchanted with whoever she meets along the way. There were times I smiled with tears of joy and sometimes I cried tears of sadness … and overall I thoroughly enjoyed reading “another” fabulous book by C Faherty Brown

My collection of Colleen’s fabulous


I think Colleen has the same number of books as “Leonard Cohen” in my bookcase.






Ivor Steven (c) August 2022

Throwback Friday, Tiredness Leaves Me Wordless, by Ivor Steven

Today’s poem is from August 2018, and the words reflect how I have been feeling the last few weeks

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Today’s poem is from August 2018, and the words reflect how I have been feeling the last few weeks

Tiredness Leaves Me Wordless

I’m wordless at the moment

My thoughts are in postponement

I hear Leonard’s songs

All night long

Lyrics full of love

Day lilies and doves

Today I hold her empty glove

My one truelove

Ivor Steven (c) August 2018

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G’day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I’m an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I’ve been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I’ve been blogging my…

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A Good Guide, is up at Coffee House Writers Magazine

Hello dear readers and followers, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “A Good Guide”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to read my poem, at Coffee House Writers.
>> https://coffeehousewriters.com/a-good-guide/





Ivor Steven (c) August 2022

Spring’s Renewal

Hi dear readers, I’ve found another poem that is in my files, but does not appear on my Website … now I am wondering what happened to my website entries between the 16th and 19th of October last year … it’s a mystery to me??




Spring’s Renewal


Spring has sprung again

With a burst of sunshine

Between old storm clouds and new rain

While life’s decor is being redesigned


Winter’s open wounds

Are washed clean

Last year’s fragile blooms

Are due back on the scene






Ivor Steven (c) August 2022

The World Could Be Falling Down

Here is a poem that is in my files, but does not appear on my Website, maybe I deleted the post accidentally …


The World Could Be Falling Down




I was walking in yesterday’s deluge

up a steep holy hillside

talking to my fading shadow

that was stalking deep puddles

while I was balking today’s thunderbolts




my knees were knocking in fright

and my hips were rocking like Noah’s Ark

while shovelling leftover manure in the dark




nature’s mocking the world full of old lonely hearts

and blocking the future’s already drowning restart






Ivor Steven (c) August 2022

Congregating Every Day

Hello dear readers and followers, this poem today is the first piece I have written for 3 weeks, after being unable to attempt any computer work because of my debilitating back pain. I’m afraid my back is still very sore, and this article has been put together via short sittings at my desk over the last 3 days. I think Derrick’s photos captured my imagination and stirred my tired mind to write something creative.

All Photographs, by Derrick Knight, and thank you once again for allowing me to reproduce your fabulous images here on my poetry site …
>> https://derrickjknight.com/2022/08/18/no-one-told-the-ponies/

And this is now our 39th poem/photograph collaboration, and a “Glossy Coffee-table” type book “Perceptions” is on the way, hopefully, available before Christmas.

No-one told the ponies





Congregating Every Day





There they patiently stand

Congregating every day

Outside the community shop

And the village letterbox


Most of them are posting

Food parcels to their equine relatives

Hungry and abandoned in the Ukraine


Others wait forlornly

For any news of encouragement

About the health and whereabouts

From their frightened families

Inside war-torn Ukraine


There they patiently stand

Congregating every day






Ivor Steven ©  August 2022

Promote Yourself Monday: August 22, 2022

Dear readers and followers, here’s a great opportunity for your writings to be read by other writers, and also to find and meet other writers. You are very welcome to participate, come along and visit our writer friendly site…..by clicking on the link at the bottom of this article >>
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Welcome toPromote Yourself Monday. All Go Dog Go Cafe community members are invited to postonelink to one specific piece of their writing (600 words or less please!) they have published on their blog, Facebook page, or Instagram feed into the comments section below.

If you post a link, be sure to read some of the other great writing people have linked to.

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Echoes, Tullawalla, page 147

I can hear the echoes from Tullawalla sounding closer …

Echoes


My night’s sleep was calm and sound

Despite the deafening noise of echo’s lost a found

I heard the midnight owl singing

Replaying tunes, of last year’s bells ringing


My blankets had not been disturbed

As if my shadow had slept unperturbed

And my mind had been emptied of yesterday’s wind burns

Then my morning song whispered the words, “sunshine returns”






Ivor Steven (c) August 2022

Ukraine is in Pain (a Limerick)

Not really a humourous Limerick, this one is quite melancholy, reflecting my back pain over these last few weeks …


Ukraine is in Pain (a Limerick)




There was an old poet in pain

Who had been struck down by hard rain

He felt thorns in his back

Like a missile attack

Misguided shrapnel from Ukraine






Ivor Steven (c) August 2022

Throwback Friday, Cream and Honey, by Ivor Steven

One of my favourite ‘Love’ poems, is in “Tullawalla”, on page 151 …

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Readers who follow my blog/website, will know that recently I have been promoting my book “Tullawalla” … which I have self-published for this re-release, with the wonderfully professional assistance from “Jaymah Press”, a local enterprise who eagerly accepted my previous manuscript, and with some additions and substancial editing of the books presentation, I am ecstatic to announce the “Republished Tullawalla” (Which is bigger and better than before) will be available in September … Today I am posting “Cream and Honey” from page 151 in my book Tullawalla … which I originally wrote in October 2018
“Jaymah Press” >> https://www.jaymahpress.com.au/

Cream and Honey

I dream of what might have been

Dream of what I have not seen

Snow on top of lover’s hill

Cream filling my empty till

I had forgotten what could have been

Forgotten what I had already seen

Flowers on top of her wooden bier

Honey kisses, and…

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