Biography of Orlando Belo
Orlando Belo Poems
A Tremor In My Heart
I was talking with some friends, when you appeared out of the blue. My voice failed in mid-sentence, at the first sight of you.
This morning there is a blankness in my mind, which is quite unusual for me to find. The creative process has all but dried up, but then I thought about a buttercup.
Don't Judge A Book By Its Cover
Don't judge me by the way I look and by the way I have my hair. Don't judge me by my dirty shoes and by the way my jeans have tears.
The Cobra And The Mongoose
"Tell me mongoose why are you trying to steal my eggs? " "Well, I've not eaten for weeks and I'm dying on my legs." "Don't you realise that very soon these eggs will be my children? " "Yes, but you have so many, you won't miss three of them."
Sitting And Thinking
Here I am sitting in the dark again thinking about the past and what I’ve done. The countless failures and the few successes, the personal battles, lost, and won.
An Angel On My Shoulder
An angel on my shoulder asked me to help my fellow man. I asked how could I help them and he said by doing what I can.
Please don’t write me a letter filled with words of love. I don’t want your paper kisses with ‘I miss you’ written above.
Not A Waltz But A Tango
I looked with eyes of wonderment and she saw what I was at. I looked away immediately, but knew I'd been caught in the act.
Doom And Gloom
The monthly pages of the calendar are being turned with trepidation. The days are shorter since the trouble began and there's no way to end this situation.
We once found love where there was none, and became as one beneath the moon and sun. When we were apart we ached with pain until we touched each other again.
Yesterday on the street I passed a stranger, but the stranger I passed was me. At first, I didn't believe it was possible, but it was; how could that be?
Found A Lost Smile
At this time of sadness, life may not seem worth while, but from our deepest sorrows, there will come a smile.
At A Loss For Words
A serious amount of time had passed since a verse had come to mind, a mental blockage is all I had, and not a word seemed to rhyme. No words of wisdom or anecdotes, the supply had completely gone, I was starved of a thought or idea, not a inkling, nothing, none.
The Sea And You
I very often sit watching the ebb and flow of the sea and it always gets me thinking about you and me. The way you walk out and leave me for other men, and whenever it suits you, you come back again.
I Walk The Road
I no longer walk on the joints of the side-walk slabs,
the mere thought of it drives me to gloom.
I'd rather walk a tight-rope over the Niagara Falls,
or free fall from a hot air balloon.
It is extremely difficult for me to talk about this,
but there is something about a joint or crack.
I know very well that it's a psychological thing,
but it doesn't help me knowing that.