Biography of Orlando Belo
Orlando Belo Poems
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? ” “But you have so many and you won’t miss nine or ten.”
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.
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.
A Thank You Prayer
Dear Lord I wish to say thank you for bringing me through this day and thank you for making it possible for me to pray. And thank you for giving me the strength to live each day through, and thank you for being there so I can thank you.
Friend moon, friend moon, please come out tonight. Be at your heavenly best, full and shining bright.
The Cuckoo Clock
The cuckoo flew out of the clock and landed on the arm chair. It looked me in the eye and said, “I’m not going back in there!
A Most Unusual Wedding
Because the bridegroom couldn’t be found the bride was driven continually around. Dickie and Melanie were marrying in style; the first chimpanzees to walk down the aisle.
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.
The Lemon's Quest
The whole of the fruit world were assembled to hear what the lemon had to say. In anticipation the fruit sat and trembled, would it be the lemon’s day?
At A Loss For Words
Some time had passed since a verse had come to mind a mental blockage I have had, nothing seemed to rhyme. No words of creation the supply had gone no thoughts, or imagination, nothing, not a one.
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.
An Echo From The Past
To my mind's state of tranquillity came an echo from the past. A memory as real as when first made and one destined to last.
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.
The problem from which I was suffering
began when I was a young lad.
I used to talk to my imaginary friends,
and for their friendship I was glad.
But now that I’m very much older,
countless hundreds I talk to and see.
Most are interesting and harmless,
but there are others who get to me.