They Were Singing My Song

Weekly Prompt: This weeks Word Prompt; Germs


There’s festering germs in my brain

The hallucination seems real

Last night I went to a funeral

The funeral was mine


Attending the wake

In the forest beside the lake

I was a mental mess

Walking around, dressed in my finest

A plastic name-tag tied to my thong

They were singing my song


Alone, I trekked through botanical gardens

Heading towards the big game

Couldn’t remember who was playing

Does it even matter

I was too busy dictating

My last will and testament

To any-one who would listen

Telling the young ones, not to worry

“Uncle Ivor will look after you, we all belong”

They were singing my song


There wasn’t a church

More like the Football Club hall

Big enough to hold them all

Ample food and gallons to drink

Leonard was there all along

He was singing my song


There was no Hallelujah

Making it write, knew the words

A Tennessee man played the drums

Every foot was tapping to the beat

The beat goes on, and on

They were singing my song


The music resonated into my art gallery

Organised to humour the goddess

The local switchboard was frantic, like a chatter blog

Announcing a wake, under the stars

Celestial, stellar, and beyond

They were singing my song


Lemons adorned the tables

Soul gifts, smelling fresh as hell

Too fiery there, I wasn’t allowed to dwell

The crowd was giving me the cold shoulder

I was talking to myself in Antarctica

Overhearing the laughter, rejoicing in my coldness

They were singing my song

One of us cannot be wrong


I’d like to thank the following, fellow friends/bloggers, for attending my dream-time wake, as per my dream, in order of  appearance.

1. Mental Mess

2. DoesItEvenMatter

3. Making It Write

4. The Tennessee Poet

5. Humouring The Goddess

6. Chatter Blog

7. Stella

8. Lemon

9. Soul Gifts

10. Fresh Hell

11. Fiery

12. Talking To Myself

And of course, Leonard Cohen, for his glorious music and Lyrics.


And here is my poem, “It’s Just A Little Dream”

Ivor Steven (c)  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 writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

63 thoughts on “They Were Singing My Song”

    1. Hi Gina, thank you for amazing, comments, I hope it wasn’t too heart wrenching. I did lighten it up, and I actually mentioned 12 of my followers in the words of my poem 😉 Maybe I should list them at the bottom. Do you think it ended ok, I had 2 more stanza’s, but they were a bit rambling 😊

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      1. i spotted some familiar names, it would be nice to list them at the bottom, but mentioning that you have them might be a better idea so people look and guess it out. i think it ended good, any longer would have been less of an impact. I like the final verse – it sort of seals all you have said, a wrap up of sorts.

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      1. Last I awoke after a dream and told myself to write it down, I remember that part vividly, but fell asleep again and now I have no idea what it was that I deemed good enough to write down but never did!

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  1. I could picture travelling with you through the gardens, the football hall, Antarctica! It’s beautiful! 🙂

    And thank you for sharing the song. I have been listening to it on repeat.

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    1. Thank you ❤️ for reading and commenting. It was a fascinating write for me, the dream was incredibly vivid and easy to recall. 😊 And I’ve been a devotee of Leonard Cohen’s for over 50 years. The lyrics of this song have enthralled me for all of those years 🙄

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    1. . Oh Peter, of course you were there, I have 2 or 3 more stanza’s that I’ve written, but the poem was starting to get to confusing for me ☺️. Plus I really don’t like extra long poems, I think they lose their power/emotion. 😊

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    1. Thank you Christine, I love that song by the Beatles, and I’m honoured to have my words compared with those of the Fab Four. And I’d like to thank you for following my blog/website, muchly appreciated, I hope you enjoy reading my humble writings, and I’m from Geelong, Australia. Cheers. Ivor 🌏


    1. Thank you, for following my blog/website, muchly appreciated, I hope you enjoy reading my humble writings, Cheers. Ivor 🌏. I shall visit your site when I get home and on my computer, I do struggle on these little phones. 😊

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  2. A wonderfully awesomepoem dear friend! I love this line – “A plastic name-tag tied to my thong”, but now I’m trying to get rid of that image in my head, lol. Thanks for the mention too, “A Tennessee man played the drums”, I loved it! This was so uplifting this early morning!!

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