I am going to challenge myself. Can I write one love poem a week? I’m really scared when it comes to feelings, that’s not me. But since my time on Earth is coming to an end, it would be a waste of this god-given talent not to share it. The Bible says, “Those who bury their talent will be cursed.” I’ve been writing poetry, songs, and raps, since I was a teen. I love women, I really, really, love women. My first love was my mother, her mother, and my sister, who died at the age of six, because of a brain tumor, and I was eight.
Let’s take Janet Jackson’s “Anytime Anyplace,” now that’s love.
THE NORTHERN LIGHTS
Everybody talks about South central,
but nobody talks about North central,
that sits on a hill, and looks
down upon downtown LA
Where the Santa Ana’s are sure to play
a cold windy sonnet,
that never seems to disappoint,
a chance meeting
of a short sleeved ebony beauty,
needing to be warmed.
I am there to rescue her.
Maybe it’s my coat
or her finding herself
in the rest bed of my bosom.
Fully engulfed in the warmth
of my embrace of her.
You see now’s the Time
when things settle in
together we begin to comprehend
the magnitude of our surroundings
We’re in God’s country,
on this elevated perch.
Right up against
the Northern lights
of the downtown skyscrapers
Do we kiss?
Do we look into each other’s eyes?
Passion is deep,
alone on an island
in the sky
surrounded by
The Northern Lights
©2023 Donald “C-Note” Hooker
