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Poetry by:"JOEY HAMAMOTO"

THE MIDNIGHT HOUR

It is a night like this,when the moon is full,that I dream of who you are...staring into the face of its beautiful light,knowing the power of its romance,I ask,"how soon"? In my work,driving my gondola day in and day out, there are so many beautiful roles the sky plays, dawn,daylight,sunset,but in the stardust slender when, the night meets the sea,my heart will long to comfort thee. The moment so quiet,yet sweet to my ears,just the tone of her voice,leaves my eyes filled with tears,the water of its own lust reflecting truth upon me. The hour of dreaming,of who could she be,and waiting for the day,that her face shall I see. Though sometimes frightened for appearing like that of a phantom,secluding myself from reality,but should reality bring me to you? In this hour,the mature find their youth,the youth grow in maturity,the songs sing no words,but the whisper of three little ones....

Aug.30/1997

THE MUSIC TEACHER

hail to my teacher,so big and so tall,your voice stands at the mightiest of them all. You taught me the ways of right and of wrong,much more how to listen,and sing very strong. I respect you with honor,though my feelings don't show, you are the greatest,I thought you should know. A pain in the butt,many times I was,and still you forgave me,for you knew how it was. So in my minds eye,you'll always be king,the music your throne,and the songs we did sing, Take care my good friend,in the days that may pass, from this growing young man,in your music class.
June 7/1996

VENUS

Bright blue planet in my heart,of sweet beauty I once knew,please shine a bit of light for me,I promise to be true. I remember your soft glow in a moonlit night ever so long ago,May I ask how you shined so bright? I look at you and see a face,and suddenly my heart doth pace,and so it seems that dreams appear, the thought of you close and I could hold you near. But why was I so blind to see,just how much you meant to me! For you truly are a goddess of love,the most beautiful creation in the sky above. No matter how long the sun doth shine,or the stars that glow like christmastime,forever till the end of time,you're the only one I'll see, FOREVER,you're the one for me.
Dec.7/1996
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TIDE POOLS

I stood by the place that once was ours, only to find myself alone. When I closed my eyes to imagine you there in reality it just won't go. As I wrote your name in the sand the water washed it away, the tears ran down my face that night, so I prayed for you to stay. my voice shouted your name, as I asked god why the sound of the waves, were it's only reply the breeze of the wind, so cold and yet so dear, I remembered your warmth, when I held you oh so near, how I wish you were here, and so close to my heart, with a kiss of hello, we could never part. Though I know you're not here, you've drifted far away, you're always in my heart, but I can't beg you to stay. So whatever happens, for if you're feeling low, remember there's always that place for us, that place we called our own.
June 3/1996

P.S.YOUR SON

When a child is born all at once they learn of a mother and a dad.The familiar faces that whisper "hello"and promise to love you wherever you go. They've been there to see you attempt your first step and hear that first word that you might not have meant.They've bandaged the "booboos"and dried up the tears,they've taught you of Christmas and it's happy New Years.They've taught you to listen and alwyas do right,they sang you songs so you'd sleep well at night.A mother and father too good to be true,Still make mistakes like people often do. You wonder how people so lovely and dear could drift so apart in a matter of years.The prayers to god made you bust into tears,you've tried to hide the pain,but it won't disappear. As time goes on you learn to accept,but punish yourself with loads of regret.And so you say to yourself;"How could this be,two parents I love, are they thinking of me? Whatever happened,what caused all the pain? Will they ever love again? That old saying,how does it go: For better or worse for richer or poorer this promising vow you made means nothing anymore..."
Nov.29/1997

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