Monica Engeler

Rookie (05/31/1962 / NJ)

Monica Engeler Poems

1. Dreaming Of Wimbledon 4/4/2005
2. I Scream For Chocolate 6/3/2005
3. Farewell My Little Christmas Tree (Part Iii) 12/18/2004
4. The Moon 12/18/2004
5. Looking For The Real Never Land 11/13/2005
6. And So Let It Be Christmas 12/10/2005
7. Sail Away 12/30/2005
8. The Wonderer 2/26/2006
9. Circus 3/25/2006
10. A Tale Of Three Pigeon's 5/25/2006
11. Jealousy 6/8/2006
12. Ode To A Summer's Rest 8/4/2006
13. Far And Away 8/21/2006
14. Across The Miles 9/13/2006
15. No Boundaries 9/17/2006
16. Lost Love 9/24/2006
17. Ring Christmas Bells Give Peace A Chance 10/23/2006
18. Perhaps Tomorrow 10/31/2006
19. Good Morning Christmas Day 12/7/2006
20. Scrambled 5/1/2007
21. Hard Ache 5/16/2007
22. A Journeys Passage 6/17/2007
23. The Dark Forest 6/24/2007
24. Life's Travel 9/4/2007
25. Return To Me 9/30/2007
26. A Rings Quest 10/6/2007
27. Tomorrows Dreams 10/19/2007
28. The Christmas Toy 11/8/2007
29. Halli, Hallo Means How Are You 2/20/2008
30. The Lonely Glass 2/21/2008
31. The Fiddler 3/16/2008
32. Listen, Hear The Music 4/20/2008
33. Sing For Me 6/2/2008
34. Oh My Mother 6/16/2008
35. Return 2/3/2008
36. Lost Shadows 9/13/2008
37. Yesterdays Travel 9/25/2008
38. Christmas Wonderers 10/30/2008
39. Almost Christmas 12/13/2008
40. Songs Of A Winter's Night 1/9/2009
Best Poem of Monica Engeler

Good By My Friend

Where has time gone?
I wish I knew.
The years are very few.

There is just too much to do.
Time can't efface the past.
I hope the hurt won't last.

Words remain locked in me.
I want to stop your suffering,
But time is pending.

The cancer is taking over you.
I can see right into your eyes.
Your cry is not a lie.

My thoughts are for you only.
Please I want you to be alright
But all there is; is time.

There is never enough space.
Send me back to another life.
I want your flame to show grace.

I'm tending you,
Is It ...

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Good By My Friend

Where has time gone?
I wish I knew.
The years are very few.

There is just too much to do.
Time can't efface the past.
I hope the hurt won't last.

Words remain locked in me.

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