Owl Poetry & Prose

Opulence – Christmas

Opulence, indulgence and gluttony galore

What makes one such a despicable whore?

Feelings of guilt, betrayal from yore

Have your heard Oliver asking for please, some more?


What of those who cannot even fathom

A tuppence for a toy, like a congealed Gotham

The city is black and bleeding its sin

In the tinkling bells and coins in a tin


What of sharing, what of compassion

What of things which were not about fashion

What of the babe, born in hay

An excuse for a God or is that just hear say?


Oh for a moment of realistic respite

Those living in such squalor cannot breathe or fight

Stollen or Breudher, cake or log,

Captured, gulped, swallowed via eyes of man & vlog


Oh Lord on high, the one who lives in the sky

Where is your cross, your son and the angels who fly

Have they not given us enough to understand

That Christmas was never about those who show their hand


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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