the debt

the grey is fast descending
the moon is at it's full
the wolf is torn with sadness
alone upon the hill

the sound of silence echoes
along the river way
the wolf once more remembers
the debt which he must pay

for loving is a gifting
of heart and soul and time
real loving is a joining
of all that's yours and mine

a life alone is less than
true love is meant to be
for following the single path
is lonesome without thee

to forgive me or forget me
lies solely in your sway
so now the wolf must howl alone
or find another way

i wonder will you ever know
the truth, which is, i miss you so

Copyright © 2013 by Eryll Oellermann

the camels i smoke

they said it might snow, no sign of it yet
the wind is all howly and the rain's kind of wet
the coal fire is burning all glowing and blue
i can hear the draught crying it's way through the flue
so i poured me a jack, then i made it a double
i'm bored and a single just ain't worth the trouble
this year on my birthday i'll be sixty five
i guess i'm quite lucky to be still alive
some people die young while others last longer
is it luck of the draw or, genetically stronger?
the ice in my glass of jack daniels is tinkling
the camels i smoke may have caused my skin wrinkling
to tell you the truth i don't honestly care
'bout the lines caused by age and my silvery hair
i am who i am and i do what i do
i live and i love and and i dream about you


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playing second fiddle

She said that she loved
Her cat more than me
I should have been hurt
But I wasn’t, you see
Cause no way am I jealous
Of something with fur
So I reckon the fault
Must lie solely with her
For while cats are quite sweet
In their kittenish way
When I want to love
It’s with humans I play
They argue and question
Their claws are quite short
If I answer them back
They reply with a snort
They have hands which will hold mine
Lips lovely to kiss
Plus they eat off a plate
And don’t lick from a dish
So she may love her cat
More than she loves me
But when I am gone
I am sure she’ll miss me

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the separation

my body fed you and you grew
tumbling in the waters of my womb
until the urge of birth and breath
called you to the world and separation
i held you, soft as silk
an introduction of two, not strangers
you were my world, my open heart
struck helpless by your need
your arms outstretched and eyes
filled with the wisdom of before
promised a forever, an unbreakable bond
joined in creation, grown in the care years
i lacked a memory, an understanding
that you belonged not to me
you belonged to our planet and her people
my influence waning beneath the onslaught
of knowledge, peer pressure and hormonal flux
until one day i gazed upon a stranger
full grown in independance and conviction
and i endured the anxiety of separation
mindful and mournful in my loss
for you are whole without me
as it was always meant to be

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judged

call me to your silence
bury me in tumbling thoughts
until the breath of my days
is crushed beneath the weight of 'if'
to struggle up and out
wild scratchings tearing at the sum of absence
indifferent in so many ways
judged lost in frontiers of unknown

Copyright © 2013 by Eryll Oellermann

unlike scotland

in new York, unlike Scotland
they have winter sun
which shines and is warm
making winter quite fun
no deer in the deer run
not here, not today
i’m sure they are somewhere
but from here, they’re away
however I do see
a cat, black and white
out stalking a mouse
a magnificent sight
it’s time to go out
there are things we must do
some things I don’t mind
whilst some I eschew
we get in the car
then we drive to the sound
where the sun strikes the sea
and the seagulls abound
a huge hero sandwich
a bottle of coke
a walk in the wind
while I have a quick smoke
back in the car
i sink back in the seat
i open my book
now my life is complete
the sun’s shining on me
my eyes start to close
it’s not very long
and I’m deep in a doze
life is good ,life is sweet
it is always a pleasure
when I’m with my girl
she’s my ultimate treasure

Copyright © 2013 by Eryll Oellermann