Orlando Belo Poems
|401.||The Recorded Message||7/15/2016|
|402.||The Sounds In The Roof||7/16/2016|
|403.||The Third Eye||7/18/2016|
|404.||The Toad And The Crocodile||7/19/2016|
|408.||Touched By Time||7/25/2016|
|411.||Together They Howled||7/29/2016|
|412.||What Is Left||7/30/2016|
|413.||Woman Of Magic||7/31/2016|
|418.||A Bedtime Story||8/3/2016|
|419.||A Clean Up That Could Kill You||8/3/2016|
|421.||Protect Today For Tomorrow||8/5/2016|
|426.||A New Love||8/10/2016|
|429.||A New Canvas||8/12/2016|
|430.||Trying To Get Out||8/13/2016|
|434.||I Am Sick To Death||8/23/2016|
|435.||A Ghost Theory||8/24/2016|
|436.||An Angel Came||8/25/2016|
|437.||The Magpie And The Dove||11/19/2015|
|438.||Seeing What Others Cannot||11/20/2015|
|439.||A Lost Idea||11/21/2015|
|440.||Beneath The Face Of A Clown||11/22/2015|
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 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 exceedingly glad.
But now that I am very much older,
countless hundreds I now talk to and see.
Many are most interesting and harmless,
but there are others who get to me.