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Best Poems Written by Margi Spurgeon

Below are the all-time best Margi Spurgeon poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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The Screen Door

Mornings are beautiful at the screen door!
Trees swaying with the gentle breeze
Birds are chirping their hello
Noise of a busy street - steady zoom of cars

Apartment life across the way - yard sales just beginning
Balloons bouncing on a sign proclaiming move-in special of the week
Nearby stores abuzz with their business
A man on his daily walk - lost in thought, but still waves

Mother walks with her daughter-backpack dangling a Dora keychain
Two ladies stride by, discussing evening plans, or last night's secrets
Ladybug lands on a budding flower
Motorcycle roars by, startling a passing dog

Garbage truck noisily approaches
School buses go by, faces pressed to the windows
Familiar cars parked in driveways
A waiting bench in the yard calls my name

Standing at my screen door, a daily life unfolds
The corner house with a perfect view of stories daily told
Looking up at the blue sky, poignant memories of others at this door
A past generation of observation, by those who stood here before

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End of Life - 2012

Senior citizen wakes up
Looks in the mirror
What's happened here?

Time has caught up
The end could be near
Nothing to calm the pending fear

So much left to do
A feeling of dread
So much left unsaid

Must be a dream
This can't be right
Visions of Heaven's eternal light

Here the children
Their beautiful laughter
Wonder what comes after

Memories of life come rushing back
Like a sideshow; a play
Wishing for one more day

Too bad the young don't know
It's all fun; They don't care
Life happens; not always fair

Twilight is here; No more time
Fading out like the setting sun
No matter our plans, our life is done

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Crushed

You can crush the image
Bring up the past
You can crush the future
But it won't last

You can crush the happy that I feel
Twist and tangle all my dreams
You can crush the life no longer real
Take my laughter; or so it seems

You can crush the smile from my face
You can crush my wish to stars above
You can crush the Hope - plans erased
But you can never crush my Love

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Reading Headstones - 2011

I've walked up and down the rows; skipped a few, then went back to look
Since I was seven, this ritual continues; A routine going on more than 51 years
A sad silence as I look across the grounds, always the rush of tears

As I read each name, I wonder who they were; what their story was
A World War II Veteran, a mother, father, grandparents, daughter or son
A teenager on the brink of life, an innocent baby with life just begun

Some headstones are neglected, no flowers or sign of care
Everyone wants to be remembered; not forgotten like the release of a dove 
Some graves have monuments as a tribute; to show the endless love

I say a prayer for those gone before me; brother, sister, parents, aunt and others
A whisper soft breeze moves my hair, a gentle presence that doesn't last long
I think of this fleeting brief life; We're here for a moment... and then we are gone

A peaceful feeling surrounds me as I recall precious memories, happy times
I place the flowers down and turn my back to walk away
I whisper my promise to come back again, another time, another day

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The Year With No Thanksgiving - Nov 2015

What would it be like…

If there were no Thanksgiving this year?
What? No turkey with trimmings?
No hams?
No pumpkin pies? 
No favorite dish of yams?
No family gathering?	
No grown up children with kids of their own?
What if everyone just stayed home?
No kids would be running
Or shouting with joy
No toddlers crying
All grabbing one toy
No special smells that fill the air
No decorations on table or stair
No mashing of potatoes, real butter and milk
No cornucopia, made with ribbons and silk
No memories shared of loved ones now gone
No football game yells; no favorite song 
Look outside. Something is missing out there
No extra cars parked; No feelings of care	
Most of all no family arranging; no timer set
No ready smiles. No chairs to get
The “dreaded” annual photo is not to be
The happiest part of that day for me. 
No capturing of faces we love so dear
No thought that someone may not be here next year
It’s okay. I’m still grateful in every way
To me it’s still a special day
Don’t need a pilgrim’s hat on my head
Don’t need a turkey or homemade bread
I cherish the years that I have had
One dark holiday won’t make me sad

(Sniff, sniff….)

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Sweet Angel - My Baby Sister

I didn't get to keep my sister
To hold her, to love her
I didn't get to see her eyes

I didn't get to watch her grow
To get mad at her
because she was into my stuff!

I didn't get to have a friend
That would always be there
To share secrets, to cry with

I didn't get to know what it's like
To walk with our arms linked
To share sorrow, to be one together

I didn't get to see my sister
They came home without her
They put her in my brother Danny's care

I didn't get to say hello or good-bye
But at least I know
My baby sister waits for me

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Tumbleweed

I'm just a tumbleweed
Rolling in the dust
Nobody notices me
But I just must
                   bounce
                          bounce
                                 bounce
On the ground

Dancing, rolling
I'm stuck by a tree
The wind moves me on
I keep rolling free!

Tumbling, Tumbling
All through the day
Just a lonely little tumbleweed
With nothing to say

But stay out of my way!

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Betrayed

My heart is broken again
Can't breathe; stomach tightens
Another discovery of your deed
that can't be understood

Cold, dark, empty eyes
Can often dance with love
Evil is present with but
A twinge of guilt

Influences; Temptation
Draw you in - take you away
Your children's eyes are hopeful
Waiting up for you again

You show love in many ways
But secrets lie behind it
Cobra in wait, ready to strike
We never see it coming

Family bonds should be unbroken
But again you tore it down
No where to turn - we stand here,
still
Your smile resumes

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62

There's nothing more that I can do
But celebrate turning Sixty-two
It came about when I looked away
I always thought sweet youth would stay

Despite my growing apprehension
Father Time said “no extension”!
We know that time goes really fast
My mirror tells me that youth has passed

My eyes aren't quite as clear and bright
As when I partied through the night
So I began embracing  62
By getting a Ladybug tattoo

I could go into a frantic rage
When I think of my advancing age
I still have plans that cannot wait
Starting now before it's too late

Now I'm wiser; calm; all knowing
Can't seem to keep my waist from growing
The bloom of youth has faded away
But I can still go out and play

Things aren't as easy as they used to be
Now aches and pains get the better of me
There is no time for slowing down
I wear a smile instead of a frown

No time to wait, no growing older
No time to hate, just growing bolder
Take time to laugh and have some fun
Before this glorious journey is done

Although I yearn for days no more
Memories are right inside the door
I have my true love, and children around me
If trouble calls, my friends surround me

I have no fear of what lies ahead
I have today, no feeling of dread
I am at peace with 62
As long as I breathe there's more to do


Margi at 62

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Margaret

It’s me. Margaret.
My parents’ gave me this proper name
Always wondered from where it came
I never liked it while in school
Just didn’t think that it was cool
Cut it in half and added an i
Now I’m wondering why

Starting to think it’s not so bad
Didn’t appreciate what I had
Now I’m grateful for their choice
My parents provided, when I had no voice
Would I change it now? No way!
I’m proud my name is Margaret A.