Orlando Belo

Rookie - 306 Points (Derby, England)

Orlando Belo Poems

1. I Walk The Road 8/1/2010
2. Imaginary Friends? 8/1/2010
3. Blood Lust 8/1/2010
4. I Didn’t Choose This Unnatural Way 8/3/2010
5. Night Feeders 8/3/2010
6. Sophia’s Tale 8/3/2010
7. As A Lad 8/6/2010
8. The Progeny Of Pure Energy 8/10/2010
9. A Prophet, A President, A Dictator, And A King. 8/11/2010
10. Moved On 8/11/2010
11. Eight Minutes To One 8/11/2010
12. The Chair 8/12/2010
13. The Grave Yard 8/12/2010
14. Just Over A Year Ago 8/12/2010
15. House Of Shadows 8/13/2010
16. My Search For The Perfect Host 8/14/2010
17. Megan’s Tree 8/14/2010
18. No Rest For The Living Or Dead 8/15/2010
19. Goodbye Old, Hello New 8/15/2010
20. The Visitor 8/16/2010
21. Woman Of Magic 8/16/2010
22. The Underground Carpark 8/16/2010
23. The Price Of A Soul 8/17/2010
24. The Recorded Message 8/18/2010
25. My Last New Years Eve Party 8/19/2010
26. ‘the Oak’ 8/20/2010
27. No Sun Or Moon 8/22/2010
28. Unknown Light 8/23/2010
29. The Ballerina 8/24/2010
30. Dimension Merge 8/24/2010
31. Another Man's Sin Can Do You In 8/24/2010
32. Jackie 8/24/2010
33. The Vanishings 8/27/2010
34. The Children Trees 9/11/2010
35. Mother’s Mirror 9/20/2010
36. The Darkness 9/21/2010
37. The Bench By The River 9/21/2010
38. Hidden Skeletons 10/1/2010
39. I Closed My Eyes 10/12/2010
40. The Recollection Of Dreams 10/13/2010
Best Poem of Orlando Belo

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.

Don’t think because I have tattoos
that I’m not nice to know.
Don’t think because I swear
that I have no feelings to show.

My appearance is a defence
to how I feel inside.
My sensitivity is my weakness
so my appearance is just a lie.

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My Legacy

My great aunt bequeathed me her wardrobe;
hand carved and made from oak.
It matched the chest of drawers my mother had,
which my ancestors had made bespoke.

We washed, cleaned, and wax polished it,
and placed it where our old one used to be.
It had a distinctive smell of moth balls,
but we were overwhelmed by its history.

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