Sunday, April 15, 2007

Memorial on the grave of Sambo - the unknown West Indian Slave, Lancashire, UK

"Here lies poor Sambo, a faithfull negro who

(attending his master from the west indies)

Died on his arrival at Sunderland ....

"Full sixty years the angry winter's wave

Has thundering dashed this bleak and barren shore

Since Sambo's head laid in this lonely grave

Lies still and ne'er will hear their turmoil more

Full many a sandbird chirps upon the sod

And many a moonlight elfin round him trips

Full many a moonlight sunbeam warms the clod

And many a teeming cloud upon him drips

But still he sleeps - till the awakening sounds

Of the archangel trump new life impart

Then the great judge his approbation founds

Not on man's colour but his worth of heart"


Rev. Watson a retired school master who raised money for the memorial to be built in 1796


Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Condensed Sweetness

Tell me something sweet
something loving to warm my soul
maybe you can write me
write me a letter
send it to me
before I run away

imadon@ 2007

Divine Desires

Diving desires have a way of creeping into your life
Sometimes slowly
Sometimes not
Creeping in when you least expect them to
Loaded with ecstatic wonders and enjoyment
Then at their peak
They may suddenly leave you
Excited and in wonderment
And although the moment may be momentary
It will probably last
A whole lifetime
Leaving you to wondering
if you truly had tasted of the fruit of your desires

Imadon @ 2007

Monday, April 09, 2007

As nice as food

Sometimes you may be lucky enough
to meet that special someone
Maybe they have the right words
the right smile
but there is just something about them..
something that makes them different
from all the other people you meet
Yes there is a something about them
that makes you soft and mushy
on the inside
and brings a smile to your face

imadon@ 2007

Monday, April 02, 2007

Suncatchers and Rainbows

Finding a rainbow is easy enough
But following it to its source is that much harder
Joe probably thought he had life figured out
When on that fateful day
He hopped on a plane to Jamaica
Destination Negril
For some sun

Unbeknownst to him
He was on a plane with a fellow suncatcher
Also following rainbows
But as luck would have it
He would find his rainbow
In the eyes of the passenger seated next to him

Five hours can seem like forever
When you find true love
On a plane headed for paradise
To catch some sun
And you ride on the wings
Of the rainbow to true love

Imadon @ 2007

Sunday, April 01, 2007

Polar Temptations

What started out as a routine jog in the park
Suddenly took on a world of its own
As I was passing by the rosebush
I saw her as ran by
In that moment our eyes crossed
And I could see her smile
As if to say hello
Or to say goodbye
Of that i was not so sure

At first, I had thought
We were
Opposites bordering on compatible
As different as night and day
But as I kept running
I looked back at her
And realized that
Polar temptations
Can often times be magical

imadon @ 2007

A balanced rhythm

Watching the sunset on
A white sand beach in Negril
has distinct advantages
For one thing you can do it
Sitting on the sand
With no care in the world
Except for not missing the moment
When the sun slips below the horizon
The slightest distraction
And you could miss that magical moment
When there is that solitary flash of green light
As if nature is giving you the go ahead you need

For as the sun slips below the horizon
Imagine yourself at that very moment
With the one you love
Only then might you discover
That special moments like these
Can create a balanced rhythm
With nature
For as the sunsets
You kiss your true love
As the waves ebb and flow
Under gentle clouds
Sailing in the sky above

imadon@ 2007

A passion Flower in the Desert

The world sometimes
Can be a cruel place to be
Especially when things go wrong
One miss step and you can feel the world crushing
Down on you.
That was what happened
The day I met you
I figured what would be wrong to drown in my sorrows
But I remember holding my head
Low in sadness and shame
Wondering what I was doing
When I looked up and saw you
But now
I am waiting breathless
.... and all alone
like a Passion flower in the Desert
waiting for you

imadon @ 2007