Orlando Belo Poems
|324.||The Man Who Lives Across The Road||10/18/2015|
|325.||The Truth Or A Lie||10/19/2015|
|326.||Doubt Makes A Lousy Foundation.||10/20/2015|
|327.||A Matter Of Fact||10/21/2015|
|330.||Facing The Consequences||10/24/2015|
|336.||I’ve Walked The Blade||10/30/2015|
|340.||In A Fleeting Blink Of An Eye.||11/3/2015|
|341.||The Man Who Was Standing Behind||11/4/2015|
|342.||Louisa And Nanny||11/4/2015|
|344.||A Thankful Smile||11/7/2015|
|346.||Manners Has He None||11/10/2015|
|347.||So Deep Is The Hurt||11/11/2015|
|348.||Kissed By A Breeze||5/3/2016|
|350.||It's You And Your Guitar||5/5/2016|
|351.||The Cause Of His Dark Side||5/6/2016|
|352.||You Need Not||5/7/2016|
|354.||Bad Days Indeed||5/9/2016|
|355.||The Moon's Betrayal||5/10/2016|
|356.||The Fall Of A Banker||5/11/2016|
|358.||The Woman Of My Dreams||5/12/2016|
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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.