Orlando Belo Poems

When I got out of bed this morning,
a pair of boots were on the stairs.
I don't know who they belonged to,
or how they happened to be there.
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From a distance or close by,
you give me a feeling deep inside.
So, it's time to confess that I love you,
a feeling I can no longer hide.
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I thought that we were an item,
forever together as one.
But now you tell me it's over
and our ties are all undone.
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My vision is not what it used to be.
and my next step could be my last.
Going down steps is my problem.
Why doesn't each step contrast?
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It really annoys me having to use a dessert spoon
when I'm eating soup.
You would think that hotels would know this,
but they seem united in a group.
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Slavery began when different tribes fought each other
those that were not killed, male, female, young, and old
were taken prisoner and forced into a life of slavery
to be used, abused, bartered with, and sold.
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A child wanders in a metropolis jungle
of fifteen million people or more.
Too frightened to ask for help,
hungry, thirsty, tired, and sore.
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I still hear the clock
even though it's gone,
and there's a smell in here
that lingers on.
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People have noticed that the tick has gone from my clock
despite having an otherwise reasonably healthy tock.
I suppose you can expect this sort of thing to happen
when the wear and tear cause the parts to slacken.
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Without warning, you decided to stab me
in the back with a dagger of betrayal.
There were no signs of discontentment,
you just vanished into the rain and hail.
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