Orlando Belo Poems
|401.||The Recollection Of Dreams||7/14/2016|
|402.||The Recorded Message||7/15/2016|
|403.||The Sounds In The Roof||7/16/2016|
|404.||The Third Eye||7/18/2016|
|405.||The Toad And The Crocodile||7/19/2016|
|409.||Touched By Time||7/25/2016|
|412.||Together They Howled||7/29/2016|
|413.||What Is Left||7/30/2016|
|414.||Woman Of Magic||7/31/2016|
|419.||A Bedtime Story||8/3/2016|
|420.||A Clean Up That Could Kill You||8/3/2016|
|422.||Protect Today For Tomorrow||8/5/2016|
|427.||A New Love||8/10/2016|
|430.||A New Canvas||8/12/2016|
|431.||Trying To Get Out||8/13/2016|
|435.||I Am Sick To Death||8/23/2016|
|436.||A Ghost Theory||8/24/2016|
|437.||An Angel Came||8/25/2016|
|438.||The Magpie And The Dove||11/19/2015|
|439.||Seeing What Others Cannot||11/20/2015|
|440.||A Lost Idea||11/21/2015|
Comments about Orlando Belo
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.
When you turned and looked at me,
a tremor in my heart took place.
My heart raced and began thumping.
I saw my dreams in your face.
Your next glance brought with it a smile,
which immediately captured me.
My friends saw the effect you were having,
but you were all I could see.
I apologised for stopping in mid-sentence,
but I had become completely mesmerised.
My friends laughed, jeered and taunted me,
The Importance Of Sight
For many years I have been suffering from glaucoma,
which means the pressures behind my eyes are too high.
For a while the various eye drops they gave me took control,
but now the control is failing I fear the end of my vision is nigh.
The high pressures of the glaucoma has damaged my peripheral vision,
even more so when the eye drops were losing control.
Apparently, sections of my outer vision in both eyes
are disappearing into the proverbial black hole.