In bed with Leonard Cohen








I want to be back

Sitting on someone’s floor

at a party I’ve gate-crashed

Listening to some gorgeous long haired guy

singing Suzanne takes you down

And I want to see again

those photos of Elvis

having his hair cut for the army


And I want to be again

sneaking into my first X film

Hiding cigarettes from my parents

Holding hands with someone I’ve only just met

Dancing obscenely close in some Soho cellar

I want to be kissed again

For the very first time


I want to hear Buddy Holly on a juke box

Sip my first coke in a Wimpy bar

My first rum and coke in a real bar

I want to be hearing Dylan for the first time

The Beatles

Buffy Sainte Marie

The Everly Brothers

Leonard Cohen




I want to be hugged by my mum and dad

I want to be back

Take me back

But here I am

in bed with Leonard Cohen

And his Book of Longing

Longing to be back.



© Andrea Neidle, My Life in Poems


Tribute to Leonard Cohen

The man who has touched all of our lives with his songs is dead. I have been a fan of Leonard Cohen for as long as I can remember. I read his novels, I bought his poetry. I remember buying a hardba…

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Liebster Award

I am grateful to Rachel at for nominating me for the Liebster Award!

Thank you Rachel!

The Liebster Award seeks to bring recognition to less well known blogs.

Rachel has challenged me to answer the following questions:

1) Why did you decide to start a blog?

It’s an easy and fun way for my poetry to have an audience.

2) What is your favourite memory?

The birth of each of my three children.

3) Who inspires you?

My family – past and present. 

4) What is your current goal in life?

To have a book of my poetry published.

5) How would you describe yourself?

Ah – this one is tricky! I think the answer can be found in my poems. 

6) What do you do for fun?

Chase my grandsons!

7) What is your dream vacation?

Anywhere where there is stunning scenery and the sea is like a warm bath. Floating in the Dead Sea was the most incredible experience. 

8) What is your favourite quote?

“Don’t dwell on what has passed away or what is yet to be.”

From Leonard Cohen’s song, “Anthem.”

Also, this quote from Robert Frost’s poem, “The Road Not Taken”:

“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.”

9) Do you enjoy running a blog?

Yes – or I wouldn’t be doing it!  

10) What do you plan to do now?

Spend more time writing.

I have picked the following nominees for the Liebster Award.

Lou is an experienced published writer who freely and generously gives help and advice to would be writers. A must read if you are trying to get published.

Brian is a prolific artist who makes and sells delightful watercolour paintings of his travels. He will also make a painting of your favourite place for you.

Tessa is a gifted artist and designer.  On her blog she not only shows us what she has created but often displays work in progress – even explaining how it was done. Her designs on silk are just amazingly beautiful.


I am really only meant to nominate blogs that don’t have hundreds of followers. However, I can’t resist also nominating “storyshucker” for a special mention although he really doesn’t need the publicity. His blog is terrific. Full of entertaining and beautifully written anecdotes. I commend it to you.

I hope that everyone reading this will take the time to check out my nominees for the Liebster Award.

You’ll be glad you did.


Liebster Award


© Andrea Neidle, My Life in Poems


Leonard Cohen

I have been a fan of Leonard Cohen for as long as I can remember.

I read his novels, I bought his poetry. I remember buying a hardback copy of the first edition of his poems and then going to the ICA (Institute of Contemporary Art) to hear him reading them.

At the end when he was walking off the stage,  something propelled me to get up and run down the aisle. I caught up with him at the exit door and asked him to sign my (his) book. He did so.   I still have it. The poems, I have to admit,  are not his best  – the lyrics of his songs are so much better. But I treasure that moment – and his autograph.

His songs accompanied me throughout the years of growing up. At parties, we didn’t dance – we sat on the floor listening to his voice.  It was his music the boys played if they wanted you to fancy them.  His songs were the background to our lives. And, to a large extent, they still are.

Tower of Song

He stands stiff and stooped

Legs buckling beneath him

Back bent

Head bowed

When he takes his hat off

We see an old man

And then he takes the mike

And we hear that familiar voice

Deeper, more rasping

But still with the power

To melt my heart

And from the noise in the arena

Thousands feel the same.

He stands quite still

Almost in reverence

While his musicians perform

And his singers sing

He speaks for a whole generation

He lifts us

With his words

His music

His compassion

When our time is up

No one wants to leave

We stand and stamp

And clap and shout

A huge roar

As he returns

To sing again

And again.

At the end

He speaks to every one of us

As if we are alone with him

It is like receiving a priestly blessing.

His words move me to tears.

Hey Leonard

That’s no way to say goodbye.

© Andrea Neidle, My Life in Poems


“A poet can survive everything but a misprint.”

So said Oscar Wilde.

This poet has been conspicuous by her absence recently.

Readers, I have not been well.

I had a serious fall about a month ago which has made it difficult for me to use the keyboard for more than a few minutes.

That’s why these pages have been empty for so long.  I hope you have missed me.

I hope to return soon to blogging my life in poems.  In the meantime, here are some of my favourite quotes to keep you (and me) ticking over until I am back to my old self.

Poetry is just the evidence of life.  If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.  Leonard Cohen

Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.  Kahlil Gibran

There’s no money in poetry, but then there’s no poetry in money, either.  Robert Graves

A poem begins with a lump in the throat.  Robert Frost     

 Poetry is the language in which man explores his own amazement.  Christopher Fry

A poet’s autobiography is his poetry.  Anything else is just a footnote.  Yevgeny Yentushenko


© Andrea Neidle, My Life in Poems