Monica Engeler

Rookie - 344 Points (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

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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.
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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Dreaming Of Wimbledon

Do you remember the long hours of practice?
Hitting those yellow tennis balls over the net
A forehand, a backhand time and time again
Do you think all the work is all really justice?

Did you ever wish of making the big leagues?
At least making it big in your favorite pastime,
Tennis the most frustrating game I can think of,
One day you win big, then you fall to pieces.

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