Owl Poetry & Prose

I met Dorian Gray

I met Dorian Gray

On a misty eve in January

Oh what a charmer, what a delight

To my starved senses a sturdy source of might

Ah what bliss to meet a gentleman like this

Who was patient and kind, a silent assassin to my mind

But cautious though I said I was

My starved senses my actions would oppose

This notion of slow progress

To the winds did I my caution overthrow

To my starved senses did I give full reign and did it billow

A tiny voice was heard lost in the wind, in the hale

Be careful, something is amiss, he is not what he seems this male

But no, I know (or I think I do) what I want

And he is just that, he seems so true

His past transgressions to me he has confessed

Ah but what be your guarantee he is now changed, he is now blessed?

Oh it’s a good thing, I must not let go

The words of caution from a few I have to forego

Oh I am riding on the wings of this storm

My destiny is a shadow, my purpose forlorn

But my senses no, they drive me they would know

Oh really said the tiny voice? Do you know what he is what is his true vice?

Oh shut up and ride you impudent pride

My insecurity needs feeding my ego needs a fresh ride

Oh continue Mistress of Self Inflicting Turbulence

I hope you learn a lesson someday instead of this constant state of ambivalence


Meet Lilanka
“what is meant to be comes about of what one does”.
An eclectic personality with a penchant for creativity, Lilanka is an old soul who loves life, laughter and stepping off the beaten track. She finds joy in nature, travelling and venting her existential frustrations via her writing while calming her body with food and her soul with music. Her motto is – “what is meant to be comes about of what one does”.
A collection of eclectic expressions from life according to Lilanka Botejue. From her creative outbursts and passionate views to her love for nature, food, music and archaeology, Owl Muses is an attempt to capture these moments in time.
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