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

by Donald “C-Note” Hooker

©2023 Donald “C-Note” Hooker

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