Orlando Belo Poems
|681.||The Sea And You||7/9/2011|
|682.||Woken By Inspiration||9/11/2016|
|685.||Peggy And Bill||11/27/2015|
|689.||An Ordinary Imperfect Man||11/12/2015|
|690.||Sorrow And Jd||10/14/2015|
|694.||The Hedgehog And The Fox||8/27/2015|
|695.||A Subconscious Vision||8/28/2015|
|700.||He Who Hesitates||3/31/2018|
|702.||Don't Speak Too Soon||5/1/2018|
|703.||He Always Stops To Talk||10/14/2016|
|704.||Here But Out Of Sight||5/18/2017|
|706.||The Man Of Metal Called Oscar||9/17/2010|
|708.||Not A Waltz But A Tango||4/12/2015|
|710.||Doom And Gloom||6/13/2015|
|712.||An Angel On My Shoulder||5/2/2016|
|714.||Sitting And Thinking||3/31/2015|
|715.||Don't Judge A Book By Its Cover||12/3/2010|
|717.||The Spirit Of Pure Energy||2/4/2017|
|718.||A Tremor In My Heart||2/9/2011|
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,
I Walk The Road
I no longer walk on the joints of the side-walk slabs,
the mere thought of it drives me insane.
I'd rather walk a tight-rope over Niagara Falls,
or free fall from an aeroplane.
It is extremely difficult for me to talk about this,
but there is something about a joint or crack.
I know very well that it's a psychological thing,
but it doesn't help me knowing that.