Orlando Belo Poems
|561.||She Prefers Humans||2/25/2017|
|562.||The Love Of My Life||2/26/2017|
|563.||My Mamma Said||2/27/2017|
|564.||The Door Of Life||2/28/2017|
|567.||Man Being Man||3/2/2017|
|569.||Eye To Eye||3/5/2017|
|570.||Just Another Night||3/6/2017|
|571.||The Grandfather Clock||3/8/2017|
|572.||Feeling And Feelings||3/9/2017|
|574.||Is This Love||3/11/2017|
|578.||The Egg And Spoon||3/16/2017|
|579.||Ghosts And The Departed||3/17/2017|
|580.||This Amazing World||3/18/2017|
|582.||There Is Nothing There||3/20/2017|
|585.||There Will Be No More||3/23/2017|
|589.||Rosetta Has Gone||3/27/2017|
|590.||Some Years Ago||3/27/2017|
|592.||Pull Your Weight||3/30/2017|
|593.||A New Life||3/31/2017|
|594.||Shirley Told Me||4/1/2017|
|600.||Moving On 2||4/17/2017|
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.