Orlando Belo Poems
|681.||A Subconscious Vision||8/28/2015|
|684.||Sorrow And Jd||10/14/2015|
|685.||An Ordinary Imperfect Man||11/12/2015|
|691.||Peggy And Bill||11/27/2015|
|692.||He Always Stops To Talk||10/14/2016|
|695.||The Importance Of Sight||11/1/2018|
|696.||A Christmas Spirit||12/22/2018|
|697.||He Who Hesitates||3/31/2018|
|699.||Woken By Inspiration||9/11/2016|
|702.||A Visit To The Doctor||9/5/2016|
|704.||Here But Out Of Sight||5/18/2017|
|706.||The Man Of Metal Called Oscar||9/17/2010|
|707.||Doom And Gloom||6/13/2015|
|708.||Not A Waltz But A Tango||4/12/2015|
|712.||An Angel On My Shoulder||5/2/2016|
|713.||Don't Speak Too Soon||5/1/2018|
|714.||Sitting And Thinking||3/31/2015|
|715.||Don't Judge A Book By Its Cover||12/3/2010|
|718.||The Spirit Of Pure Energy||2/4/2017|
|719.||A Tremor In My Heart||2/9/2011|
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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.