Oh, it is a tragic finding,
An infant got lost in his sleep in bed,
That annoying evil tidings,
An illness it must be; we said,
Or could it be an infirmity?
The mother pierced in sorrow,
For the sudden calamity,
Alas! It was a cot death, oh!
This poem was written by Albert A. Olofinnika.
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Friday, November 19, 2010
AT TWILIGHT
At twilight, just before the dawning of another day,
I see hope breaking through the horizon,
A promising future blossoms from on high,
Bringing faith and courage to fight the evil at hand.
The corruption and depravity of million souls today
Who would not fear judgment or reason,
A multitude in despair and anguish sigh
For a change and that justice abound in every land.
This poem was written by Albert A. Olofinnika.
I see hope breaking through the horizon,
A promising future blossoms from on high,
Bringing faith and courage to fight the evil at hand.
The corruption and depravity of million souls today
Who would not fear judgment or reason,
A multitude in despair and anguish sigh
For a change and that justice abound in every land.
This poem was written by Albert A. Olofinnika.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
It’s A Tiny Universe
It’s a small world you know?
Maybe you once had some friends or folk
That you could have helped or saved; but didn’t,
Thinking you’d have another chance someday,
But sooner or later, they were gone,
It’s a tiny universe.
Sometimes; might want to do a soul some harm,
Thinking you two never will see again,
But you might want to give a second thought,
Because you never can tell friend,
Someday, somewhere, you might just run into him,
It’s a tiny universe.
What if sometimes you stand afar?
Wanting to throw a stone into the marketplace,
Never allow your emotion to overwhelm,
For you never can tell its destination,
Don’t you think it could strike a kin?
It’s a tiny universe.
Sometimes, the deed of kindness done,
And the heart of love shown
Do come back in manifolds from that man,
And most times from ones you never knew,
Of a truth it pays to act right and be good,
It’s a tiny universe.
Maybe you once had some friends or folk
That you could have helped or saved; but didn’t,
Thinking you’d have another chance someday,
But sooner or later, they were gone,
It’s a tiny universe.
Sometimes; might want to do a soul some harm,
Thinking you two never will see again,
But you might want to give a second thought,
Because you never can tell friend,
Someday, somewhere, you might just run into him,
It’s a tiny universe.
What if sometimes you stand afar?
Wanting to throw a stone into the marketplace,
Never allow your emotion to overwhelm,
For you never can tell its destination,
Don’t you think it could strike a kin?
It’s a tiny universe.
Sometimes, the deed of kindness done,
And the heart of love shown
Do come back in manifolds from that man,
And most times from ones you never knew,
Of a truth it pays to act right and be good,
It’s a tiny universe.
lullaby
Sing a song with a gentle rhyme,
Sway and hum as you do the mime,
It’s for a baby before her sleeping-time,
It is a lullaby; a sweet melody in its prime
That soothes and takes a little child away to sleep on time.
This poem was written by Albert A. Olofinnika.
Sway and hum as you do the mime,
It’s for a baby before her sleeping-time,
It is a lullaby; a sweet melody in its prime
That soothes and takes a little child away to sleep on time.
This poem was written by Albert A. Olofinnika.
I’ll Keep Sailing
Though the tide blows rough and tough,
And the tempest rages long and strong,
I’ll keep sailing on and on.
The sea might be slide and wide,
And could be noisome and troublesome,
I’ll keep sailing on and on.
Even when my strength is small and fall,
There’s no going back or slack,
I’ll keep sailing on and on.
Till I see the light right and bright,
And get the primed prize and rise,
I’ll keep sailing on and on.
This poem was written by Albert A. Olofinnika.
And the tempest rages long and strong,
I’ll keep sailing on and on.
The sea might be slide and wide,
And could be noisome and troublesome,
I’ll keep sailing on and on.
Even when my strength is small and fall,
There’s no going back or slack,
I’ll keep sailing on and on.
Till I see the light right and bright,
And get the primed prize and rise,
I’ll keep sailing on and on.
This poem was written by Albert A. Olofinnika.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
NO MONEY, NO FRIEND
No money, no friend,
That’s the usual trend,
When you’ve got money you’re a guest,
For you’ll find plenty of friends and respect,
But if you don’t have it you’re a pest,
They’ll trample on you with no slightest prospect.
This poem was written by Albert A. Olofinnika.
That’s the usual trend,
When you’ve got money you’re a guest,
For you’ll find plenty of friends and respect,
But if you don’t have it you’re a pest,
They’ll trample on you with no slightest prospect.
This poem was written by Albert A. Olofinnika.
STARS
In the deep blue night sky,
I see bright shining little dots up high,
Too many to number for me,
They look so charming to see
Even all through the night,
Oh my! It is such a great sight,
I know not what the beautiful designs are,
‘Oh child’, grandma said— ‘they’re stars!’
This poem was written by Albert A. Olofinnika.
I see bright shining little dots up high,
Too many to number for me,
They look so charming to see
Even all through the night,
Oh my! It is such a great sight,
I know not what the beautiful designs are,
‘Oh child’, grandma said— ‘they’re stars!’
This poem was written by Albert A. Olofinnika.
LITTLE BEETLE
Little beetle humming loud,
Through green weed is swimming out,
Little beetle, feeling sleepy?
Ripples tickle her nipples deepy.
This poem was written by Albert A. Olofinnika.
Through green weed is swimming out,
Little beetle, feeling sleepy?
Ripples tickle her nipples deepy.
This poem was written by Albert A. Olofinnika.
SWEETDREAMS
Sweet dreams, do sleep tight,
Heavenly angels give you light,
Rest your body, free your mind,
Sweet dreams, safely wake up mild.
This poem was written by Albert A. Olofinnika.
Heavenly angels give you light,
Rest your body, free your mind,
Sweet dreams, safely wake up mild.
This poem was written by Albert A. Olofinnika.
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