Orlando Belo Poems
|681.||A Mouse's Tale||1/25/2011|
|682.||At A Loss For Words||2/1/2011|
|683.||Found A Lost Smile||1/12/2011|
|685.||The Sea And You||7/9/2011|
|688.||Sorrow And Jd||10/14/2015|
|689.||The Hedgehog And The Fox||8/27/2015|
|690.||A Subconscious Vision||8/28/2015|
|696.||Peggy And Bill||11/27/2015|
|697.||An Ordinary Imperfect Man||11/12/2015|
|698.||Woken By Inspiration||9/11/2016|
|704.||He Always Stops To Talk||10/14/2016|
|705.||Here But Out Of Sight||5/18/2017|
|708.||Not A Waltz But A Tango||4/12/2015|
|710.||Doom And Gloom||6/13/2015|
|711.||An Angel On My Shoulder||5/2/2016|
|713.||Sitting And Thinking||3/31/2015|
|714.||Don't Judge A Book By Its Cover||12/3/2010|
|716.||The Spirit Of Pure Energy||2/4/2017|
|717.||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.