102 Years of Rhoda

This is the latest collaborative poem with a stanza each from the minds and pens of each of the attendees of the Unleash the Book Inside Workshop – this one saw the light of day in Guildford on the 16th April.

A big thank you to all the attendees for lending your cumulative life experiences to make such a composite, and fun, life story – you are now all officially published authors.


1 year old

12 months old, 150 degrees, on a camel

What re we doing in the Negev, dressed in flannel

At least this time we’ve kept our clothes on

Naturist antics in the Sun would burn

3 years old

Rhoda, Rhoda, show us your leg

To stop us having to beg

But you are only a child

So please don’t go wild

5 years old

Rhoda, Rhoda, high in the tree

From your vantage, what do you see?

No care in the world at 5 years old

The future, the future, what will it hold?

10 years old

Rhoda dancing and prancing

Changing her mind

Being awkward

Not being cute

Who am I?

15 years old

Birthday cake, candles, 15

Young Rhoda smiled and felt serene

Last night at the village dance

She saw a man remove his pants ..

18 years old

Eighteen was the time I became more advanced

Sneaked a peak at John Cleese in his underpants

Learned to write poems and even ride a horse

Kept myself busy with a correspondence course

21 years old

As twenty one approaches fast

And choices for Uni study passed

Attention towards a future role unfurled

Visions of motherhood and being a girl

Passing into reality … becoming true

So the years and events taught her what she knew!

30 years old

Simon’s in trouble, found picking fruit

Gone of the Beatle in court in a suit

Went on vacation, Goa’s the place

Rode on a camel – a smile on it’s face

40 years old

Rhoda, Rhoda, so strong and petit

You would have smiled at John’s son’s, practically Chinese

A mind full of knowledge and experience to match

To tackle an International would have been a great catch

50 years old

Who said life begins at forty

I can still think pretty naughty

Just because I’m knocking fifty

I’d still love to tackle Andy Ripley

60 years old

Some memories now are so clouded & so dim

That baby showed much promise – what happened to him?

Why didn’t I go to Paris? Why didn’t I live in France?

What stopped me, why was I so afraid to take the chance?

70 years old

I, Rhoda, am now seventy

And you would have thought I have learned a-plenty

But to you the only wisdom I can bring

Is that, always remember, thoughts become things

80 years old

Rhoda, so worldly, so wise

Sprung a french speaking naturists’ surprise

Which was a bit near the knuckle

Because it involved Andy Ripley’s tackle

90 years old

Well what a year for a ninety year old whatsit

I even made Twickers in full rugby kit

Then got to sing in the massed WI choir

In the Royal Albert Hall, never sang higher

100 years old

A telegram arrived today

The Queen had really made my day

I wonder if she’s be quite so chatty

If she knew I was a part-time naturist – and batty

102 years old

At a hundred and two, a new lease of life

She may be crinkly but still sharp as a knife

She rode on a camel and had a bundle of fun

“I want to these things while I’m still young”

In honour and homage to Rhoda, may she rest in peace or be back on this or another planet having another life experience .All references to Andy Ripley are made in good spirit and the context is completely ficticious and in no way refers to any real Andy Ripley, living or dead.

If you enjoyed this poem, you might like to read

104 Years of Sydney

100 Years of Marion

The Big Panty Woman and the Barefoot Man

and even get a signed copy of the book that started it all – 100 Years of Ermintrude

Do you want to experience what it’s like to work collaboratively like this and how when your conscious mind gets out of the way the words just flow? This is just one of the fun exercises we do on the Unleash the Book Inside workshop –

Check out our workshop schedule here – http://www.psycademy.co.uk/thebookinside.htm

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100 Years of Marion

One of the fun things we do at our writing workshops is an exercise in collaborative writing

We take a subject, sprinkle in some real life experiences and each participant writes a bit.

We tried this out earlier this year based on the format of 100 Years of Ermintrude and this was the result …

100 Years of Marion

100 years old

She thinks she’s reached her ton

She can’t be bothered counting though

Too many old folks to visit today

Someone at Buck House ought to know

90 years old

Marion’s 90 and still going strong

Like a bird singing an endless song

She faces new challenges every day

And rises to them all, come what may

80 years old

The other day, I turned eighty

I’m beginning to miss sex greatly

So I contacted my daughter

& we discussed what I ought to

70 years old

Marion had a lie in today

So she’d have plenty of energy to go out and play

Then she put on her rings

And went to the swings

Where she reached for the sky in a sway

65 years old

“Come on Marion,” he says, “don’t stop.”

We’re nearly at the top

I’ll make it just to enjoy the view

It’s always nice to see something new

60 years old

The children had grown

My life was now my own

It’s time to make my plans

To experience & do all I can

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It’s time I took another leap

I want to experience a steam engine to keep

I’ll stoke it up & play about

That will get me off the couch

55 years old

At 55, not even half way there

Hardly any original colour left in my hair

Tonight I will take my place in the front row stall

Where my son will sing at the Albert Hall

50 years old

Worrying about the childrens’ health

My daughter just doesn’t look after herself

But I’m off to drink at the rugby club

Better get ready – then give Val a hug

35 years old

Marion had a family fine

She lived a life to serve her time

She raised them all to great success

Couldn’t say which one she loved the best

25 years old

Today I passed my driving test

25 lessons & one little bang

It feels great to be apart

Of the ever growing motoring gang

16 years old

Marion was full of joy

On Saturday, she’d met a boy

Sixteen now, world at her feet

This was the perfect time to meet

10 years old

At the bottom of the garden, she’d built a den

From where they planned adventures for the days,

Waging wars against imaginary armies,

With troops made from imaginary friends

5 years old

School was fun today

Mrs Shields gave us glitter

Candles and cakes at play time

And a clown made us twitter

2 years old

What’s that in front of me?

Who are you? I want to see.

Mum, mum, let me out

If you don’t I’ll bawl and shout

 

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If you enjoyed this, you might also like another poem from another group called 104 Years of Sydney

and of course, the poem that started it all plus an interview with the author, 100 Years of Ermintrude