Monica Engeler Poems
|81.||What Is The Name Of The Game?||6/2/2007|
|84.||A Cats Life||4/19/2006|
|85.||The Wicked Brush||12/17/2004|
|87.||The Dark Room||2/16/2005|
|88.||Fighting For Hope||12/19/2015|
|89.||Music, It's Everywhere||10/17/2008|
|90.||The Ring (A Christmas Story)||11/25/2006|
|91.||Jack Frosts Winter Snow||2/16/2014|
|92.||Dreams Of Better Days||7/15/2008|
|93.||Lost In The Moment||2/20/2005|
|94.||A Blank Page||1/14/2008|
|95.||Wishing For Summer||2/28/2005|
|96.||Good By My Friend||12/15/2004|
|97.||A Christmas Wish||11/25/2005|
Comments about 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 ...
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.