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Immaculata Ortner Poem
Genocide
By Immaculata Ortner
We fought! But in vain!
We stretched, but our top was so high
Our ground trembled as tears of our gods flooded our land
Copyright © Immaculata Ortner | Year Posted 2013
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SHACKLES IN THE ANGLES
By Immaculata Ortner
Woe at thou faint hearted blacks
Thou at neither black or white
Wishing our black could blend with white
Which spot like dirt in our prudent race
As our black blood, bled, blue
To Water their loamy fields of flowers
We clustered in the sun!
And toddled in chains!
While wild whip map our black and bull-like temples
I must say no to the will of these pale faced wolfs
To free the seeds in my loins
Than dance to the tune of trailing chains
And shackles in my angles
And watch my heirs in pen
Copyright © Immaculata Ortner | Year Posted 2013
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My Love, Big Daddy
By Immaculata Ortner
Your skin glows like the Apple, blossoms Sweet as the Rose in the purest hope of spring.
My yearning heart rises to your Clarinet voice and leaps like a Lion at the whisper of your name, Big Daddy.
The evening ascends in on a great Damara tern wing.
I am calmed by your raiment that I carry into the twilight of comfort beams and hold next to my face.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of water.
As my hands falls from my beach wear, it reminds me of your caresses.
In the hushed, I listen for the last roaring of the spring.
My heated breast leaps to my dress. I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret starving so that we may happen as one, breast to breast, in search of the glorious purple and spiritual Justice of love.
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SORROW SPRINGS IN BLACK SAVANNAH
By Immaculata Ortner
Sorrow springs in black savannah
Where nature proved its pride
Silence sting like ancient drone
As dark melody rose
Winging high in spike like dragon spew
As discomfort swells in black souls
Our top was not so high
Neither was our thoughts wild!
When strangers flirt and raid our shores in with minds of wolfish beats
Our words and swards were sheath
And the voice of our chanting drum was trunk
Groaning grey in grievous tones
As darkness shades our doomy world
They traced our path in search of liquid golds, yet with books untold
They crack our walls with no defence, speak with hoot like owl!
They create a route of no return
Where blacks goods sniveled
They cleared our greens and dent
Our springs, yet we flinch and flee in fear
But though our nights, were doomy dark
The sun could rise in place of moody moon if brothers where brothers
Our wings could mount the stormy wind if friends we trust where truly friends
And the green we have would be truly green if tooth that flashed were purely white
Then our tales of pride would glow
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THE LION'S RETURN FROM GATSEMANE
Heavens rained anger like winter
When love forged a lion to lamb
Even the knight knife failed, while knights fled.
Wept and wet with dews of doomy night.
The lamb is led and raid!
By trails of bearded wolfs
After the honey taste of a traitor’s kiss
With the sting of complex whips
The shepherd stumbled on fate!
While his saintly trembling limbs
Fumbled in an awkward romance on the crosslike parcel of the world’s flammy blame.
With the force of a million stallions! Thou race through hells.
And break the chains to create a name
As thousand saintly souls liberate.
Oh wounded lamb that broke the serpent’s horns.
We lift thy name above the cross
As the memories of thy love lingers through eternity!
By: Immaculata Ortner
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THE WHIP OF TORTURE
By Immaculata Ortner
In the loss of Maiden’s head
In time briefly spend in pleasure
The glass of her treasure is broken
And tyranny like a babe is molded
With frames of friendly brain
And lames of deceitful claims
Sparkling like lightning in vain
But freeze blood with hate
Like a tragic tale of viper’s sting
With whip of torture, thou toss my heart
And wrapped my mind with fear
Oh pains of an angel lost!
Oh tale of a lost gold!
Oh love for a rose that grips in vain
Crack thy shell and free thy slave
Thou love that stiff and sniff with choice
Raiding like rain in the moonlight feast
But though a heart must love
Shut my eyes and deafen my ears
Fix my feet’s on rocks
Which flood of fear, it can bear
Rain thy peace oh gods of peace
Teach thy tools oh! Thy heart
And write with us oh! Thy will
For there is where truth dwells
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The Impossible love….
By: Immaculata Ortner
Your love for me is a wonderful experience,
It feels like coming to a peaceful home.
We said a lot of words to each other
Without exchanging words, but the language of love
We fought and struggled for attention,
Like nature pushing through a dry season….
Your looks deceived, young and untamed
Your smile bring sunshine to my dying spirit,
I whisper I love you, exchanging the language of love,
Unspoken words, assurance and silent emotions
They say that absentees make the heart grow fonder,
But mine has brew beyond that…
I love you silently every day that passes
I kept busy to ease the pain of tattooed love
Your name left a permanent scar on my heart…..
“Us” with a slogan of our love ….We care, we love and trust…
Your assurance makes me feel that we can conquer all odds of life
Not to worry with the next hurdle, we will pass with no hustle
I kept my mind and soul tied together
Meeting the unknown ….
Hearts racing against the heart beat
Feeling the warmth and unspoken love shared
You break the defense walls in my life, giving all in
With no second thought of disappointment…
I love you like the first day I met you…
Let life gives us a second chance….
Copyright © Immaculata Ortner | Year Posted 2016
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THE SILENCE OF 23:23
By Immaculata Ortner
All lights went off
My heart stops beating for a second
Keep staring at the quoted line
“You can be forever off line”
My heart ripped off my chest, mercilessly
Speechless like I haven’t spoken before
Whispering with hope
Come back, come back
You kept the door shut
Keep drifting away
Like a canoe on kavango deltas
Closing the chapter of hope and affection
Only me and my dark room
Feels cold in its four corners
No heater to heat the love
No life, no affection
Only me and my dark room
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THE NYMPH IN ORTNER SUMMER ROSE
She lives in gold and diamond town
Just beside a windy beach
Her temple slicks in silky gown
As nature takes it tender leads
Her beauty sparkles like summer rose
While dreams and love is all he talks
Her hearts builds hope and flow with growth
As fancy thoughts of Randy strucks
She tongues with pen as daily meal
And wax her brain with thoughts to fly
Her height is threat and fright to hills
As life to her is trait and pride
Oh nymph in ortner summer rose!
An ember in his glory glow
by Immaculata Ortner
24/10/2013
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THE LOST LOVE
Mendunsa was his second home
A man of dreams and ambitious
They called him John Peter
I called him JP
Sweet, satisfying companion
The best surgeon
With healing touch
Theater was his second room
Theaters impediment could not bushed his proficiencies
B2 rob me, shuttered my dreams, hope
Snatched my pillar
Left the foundation cracked
Observers quoted
“It takes 10 minutes to cover 60km”
Silence floating the city
Whisperings, crying, mourning
We lost the surgeon
The healing touch
The hand for needy
Hope for hopeless
Home for homeless
No substitution for the kind
They called him John Peter
I called him JP
Sweet, satisfying companion
'til our path cross again
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