Monica Engeler Poems

There is a fine line on my ceiling,
It speaks much about my own being,
Yet I doubt myself, and my very own presence.
Time regards around hope, it is an essence.
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I want to wish you a Happy Birthday
It was the day that you were born
Birthday oh Happy Birthday is the day.
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Europe was at the end of a war.
Whole cities crumbled to nothing.
There was nothing here to live for.
I reflected why should I stay?
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As a mysterious colored moon glowed above,
Fog blanketed the damp marsh ground below.
Thick white images swirled about the cove,
And haunting sounds echoed frightful woes.
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It is getting colder and colder outside
Winter is coming around the corner
and so is Christmas with all its pride
I promise it won't be getting warmer.
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Once there was a young boy
He sat on the floor playing with his toys
How sad he looked in his eyes
There was nil that could relieve his sigh.
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I walked along the city harbor one day
When a bright red tugboat anchored ashore
The captain unloaded supplies from aboard
“Ahoy, Where is the shop Salt Away”?
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Listen, hear that great sound
It is playing freely all around
Rich notes create lots of tones
Together the music is its own.
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Green needles decorate kindling
A spicy pine odor fills the room
It is Christmas time very soon
Let’s give honor to the holy kings.
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I am so happy, oh yes I am so happy,
And I don’t care what anybody else says.
I put a little Christmas tree on my shelf today,
I decorated it with bright shining lights,
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