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Read Poems by Sheri Fresonke Harper

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Mastering My Life

The day was short and I was tall,
oops, got that backwards after my fall,
for I was mixed up and worried,  befuddled I say
on this brand new morning in the month of May.
I set out like a flash and look what I saw
not much as you may point and guffaw
as without my glasses I followed my assets
like a dog with a tail but with far less facets--
my nose may quiver but I sniff far less
the reason I’m off as you might obsess
is the cleanliness rule is so often boohoo
so boring and dreary, I’m afraid someone may sue
me for the dust in the corners or tiny feet
who confront me and scurry as fleet as may skeet.
Ah, there they are, hanging around my neck!
Glasses sure make the world look like heck.
You see it and flee it as bold as one may
for look, it’s quite beautiful and sunny this day.
So I quaff one diet coke and with nerves prepared
I step out to take battle on the weeds I shared
for weeks on end with the neighborhood slough.
One must give back with fulsome ado dues.
Don’t you agree? I always agree it saves need to flee!
Why do you nod and sneeze like a bee?
Ah, the weeds, yes, let me clamber down there
And pull out tufts and Beware! The dirt I must share!
How does one deal with a face full of dirt,
why wipe it and the sweat on my new clean shirt.
Why not? It shows you’re living to the limit of full
and one certainly can quit when the cull is at lull.
Yes, a bucket is enough to start this week
because groan, my knees feel done in and weak.
So I shall water the flower beds sometime
after I watch the clouds float and unwind...
Did I pay the bills? Oh, yes indeed, I think yes.
Help me out, dear, don’t let me guess.
Okay, okay, here’s the hoe, I go check...
Yawn, wow, I did too much, I must hit the deck
rest in my easy chair and button my games
turning my head I fall asleep without blame.
Until I wake with a sputter and the phone cranky
making noise so much it must be hanky panky
And so after I groan, moan, and drink another diet coke
I set down to work on whatever I remember of the bloke
who once taught me about the drinking arcade
with buzzers and blowers and hints of life with no aid
and tell his tale with not much ado or PU
because keyboard tapping is easier than the loo,
or the weeds or the awake or the find of glasses.
Yes, I suggest, give me honor of many masses
to help with my head now lonesome for pills--
I will be finishing up by making a new will.

Copyright © Sheri Fresonke Harper | Year Posted 2014


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  1. Date: 6/16/2016 11:28:00 AM

    Well done Sheri... Skat
  1. Date: 2/28/2016 4:57:00 AM

    Wonderfully you master the life and poetry, so that poetry has much life and life is poetical.Congrat.
  1. Date: 2/26/2016 3:22:00 PM

    Mastering life is a challenge. Nice read Sheri. Keep posting. Deb
  1. Date: 2/25/2016 6:54:00 PM

    I delightfully breezed through this description of gardening and moving through the day, great conversational tone, brought the story to life. Enjoyed the read.
  1. Date: 1/20/2016 5:00:00 PM

    Hello Sheri...Just stopped by to read your lovely poem....hope you are doing well
  1. Date: 7/18/2015 3:20:00 PM

    A fine poem! (The entries for "I, Icon" closed back in April... Are you going to judge the entries soon?)
  1. Date: 7/16/2015 9:35:00 AM

    Sheri, what a wonderful read to start my day. You must know me as this certainly sounds like me. I notice you evidently have not added your work in a while, such a same for your great talent. I also have been on along vacation from thinking. Ha! Ha!
  1. Date: 6/9/2015 3:21:00 AM

    I am wondering if you have left Soup as you haven't posted in a while... Are you coming back to judge the "I, Icon" contest, please?
  1. Date: 4/13/2015 9:03:00 AM

    such an amazing work :) loved happy to be back here after one year, invited u to read my PYRAMID. bless u
  1. Date: 4/4/2015 5:21:00 PM

    I am back to see that this one was posted quite awhile ago......, but love the cleverness that holds, rain or shine! Also back to thank you so much for giving my "out of water" poem the honor in your contest! I'm proud to share the spot with other worthy and talented poets! Thanks very much !!
  1. Date: 12/24/2014 12:29:00 PM

    came here to say Merry christmas. Sure hope you post up some new ones soon!!
  1. Date: 12/9/2014 10:36:00 AM

    I couldn't help but smile at this adorable poem, a chuckle at oneself is always a joy to read! And before I go, I must thank you for my placement in your Pie contest......I'm so pleased to be honored ! Thank You !!
  1. Date: 12/8/2014 4:09:00 PM

    I'm seeing this got a win. BIG congrats. Which contest was that? I love your style here. It is a very well metered poem and a down to earth way of writing!
  1. Date: 12/8/2014 12:31:00 PM

    Interesting work..Yard work is hard work and so is housework..It is a pity that we can't come up with something that would make both obsolete..Thanks for stopping by to let me know I placed in the contest..I appreciate the honor of being there..My mother became a very good cook with what meager means that she had..She said that first pie she through up under the house for the chickens to eat so that my father would not know she messed up..Sara
  1. Date: 12/8/2014 12:07:00 PM

    Enjoyed you're poetry this morning, thank you for honoring me in your contest luv xxx
  1. Date: 11/28/2014 9:18:00 AM

    I LOVED this poem. It's my kind of write... Congratulations on the win.
  1. Date: 11/19/2014 1:02:00 AM

    Sheri, congratulations on your awesome win. Verlena
  1. Date: 11/13/2014 6:02:00 AM

    Heartfelt and touchy, congrats on the win
  1. Date: 11/5/2014 4:43:00 AM

    a fine offering that withstands the test of time,sheri.. great job... huggs!
  1. Date: 11/4/2014 1:32:00 AM

    a deep touching power piece of writing sheri