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Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 237: ‘A Romance in Autumn’ Creatives by Rg2 (30): ‘The Bookstore Affair’

Isabel Wilkerson and her masterpiece, "The Warmth of Other Suns"

Isabel Wilkerson and her masterpiece, “The Warmth of Other Suns”

 

“The Bookstore Affair”

. . . just finished reading Isabel Wilkerson’s
“The Warmth of Other Suns,”
If I could pay her for the privilege
the pound value measures in the tons

A discarded people, a displaced tribe
Foreigners in their own birth land,
Theirs an irrepressible human spirit
As a man thinketh, indeed he can

As a woman loveth, in fact she will
make a country deeply look within,
So forgiven but never forgotten
Father, deliver us from the sin . . .

Plant the seed may we ever aspire
to be the best of our better selves,
To search our hearts and examine the parts
The beautiful questions into which she delves

Reveal the thousand rays of light
the never-ending audacity of hope,
Alas, if there’s an inability to love
Lost forever the capacity to cope

After all, love is not a feeling
At its purest, it’s an ability,
Were I to count the ways I love you?
Where do I begin, hmm, let me see . . .

. . . a million autumns would I spend with you
Each one a chance to rehold your hand,
From the first leaf fall, we’ll catch them all
Enhance your life? I believe I can

Make you smile, make you laugh
make you say, “How does he do it?”
You wanna meet me at the bookstore
You’re starting to care . . . just a li’l bit? (Lol)

Raise your hand once you see me
So I can distinguish you among the crowd,
I want a window table to watch the rain
Your eyes are whispering to me aloud:

You want a heart-mate to welcome autumn
a hot mocha-mate and his poetry,
Just tell me the time you expect my arrival
Now close your eyes and count to three

One, for Ms. Wilkerson and her beautiful work
Two, for the copy I’m giving you—no fee,
Three, for wanting to share this special evening
Your Pamper-Her-Friday belongs to me

Just you and I, maybe we can try
to make this autumn a romantic affair,
A window table is a very nice start
Admit it, girl, you’re starting to care . . .

. . . just a li’l bit.

( I see your smile)

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Pamper the woman . . . for autumn’s sake. -Rg2

© 2014 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

 

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Posted by on October 31, 2014 in Pamper-Her-Friday

 

Romance by Rg2®: ‘Would You Mind Company the Rest of Your Life?’: (Excerpt from the forthcoming novel by Rg2)

photo: by Sanya Khomenko

photo: by Sanya Khomenko

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“Is it another woman?”

He knew the question would eventually find its way into the conversation.

“Take this as you will, Joan, but I have taken up time with someone else. But quite honestly, I couldn’t say that she’s the reason. I’m not leaving one life for the allure of another. It’s not about the other side having greener grass.”

“However you choose to rationalize it, I think you’re being terribly selfish and you’re making a big mistake. Mom’s a good woman and she deserves better than this!” The visible signs of hurt had progressed to unabated anger. Without question, it was having a dramatic effect on her. But he wasn’t about to compromise his position.

“Joan, you’re at liberty to think whatever you’d like, but you’re in no position to tell me that what I’m doing is a mistake . . . and if it is, I’ll deal with the consequences. Now, I know you love your mother, and I can understand your pain, but you’ll just have to accept things as they are. I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry . . . about even coming here for dinner tonight. I’ve lost my appetite.” She removed the dinner napkin from her lap and tossed it on the table. She then picked up her purse and stood up from her seat. “I apologize for spoiling your dinner,” she said unsympathetically and stormed away from the table.

“Joan,” her father called out.

She kept walking. He trailed her to the entrance of the restaurant and out to the lobby.

“Joan!”

She began to slow her stormy gait and finally stopped near the same spot at which she met him when she first stepped off the elevator. Joan stood quiet, peering out of the window at the night’s sky, her back to him. She was incensed.

He stood about three feet from her, wordless, allowing the anger to subside at least momentarily. She could see his reflection in the window. He broke the silence.

“Do you remember when you were a little girl and you found that swallow in the backyard of our house, its wing partly injured? Every time it went to take flight it would only plummet back down to another part of the yard. You tossed it in the air thinking it just needed a boost and back down it came. Only when you realized it had a broken wing did you begin to cry.”

The reminder brought on an instant recall. She was moved that he’d still remembered after so many years.

“You were so worried about it that you went and plucked the feathers from your mother’s favorite hat and attached them to the creature, hoping they would be all it needed,” he continued. “She had a fit about it when she found out.”

The story seemed to lift Joan’s spirits.

“I told you to have patience . . . in time it would grow back its feathers. But by then you’d grown so attached to it that you didn’t want to let it go.”

Silence set the tone once again, until Joan broke it.

“You said that if I let it go and it came back, it was meant for me to take care of it from then on. But if it didn’t come back, it had found a way to take care of itself . . . that God would look after it whenever it took flight,” she reminisced as her breathing became less labored. “I waited and waited for it to come home and it never did. But I knew it was in God’s hands . . . he would see to its safety.”

As much of a storyteller as he was, it was the very first time he’d ever brought up the story. Impeccable was his timing and delivery.

“Is that what you’ve done, daddy . . . grown a new pair of wings?”

He sensed the sarcasm in the question, but let it go without a reply, opting instead to let nonverbal communication make the statement.

Her eyes began to moisten uncontrollably. She tried to hold in the tears.

“Well, if it’s not this other woman as you say it isn’t, then why are you walking away?” she asked, turning away from the glass to look into his eyes. She was hardly prepared for his response.

“Your mother and I no longer enjoy the other’s company,” her father replied, the look on his face indicating he couldn’t put it any more succinctly.

Joan had no rebuttal.

He extended his arms to embrace her and then gently kissed her forehead.
“You’ll always be my baby girl. I love you dearly. Don’t ever forget it.” He began to walk back toward the restaurant.

With tears flowing down her face, Joan released the words that, above all the hurt and anger, expressed the sentiments that she would forever have for the man who’d had such a profound influence on her life.

“I love you, too, daddy.”

There simply were no sureties . . . .

_____________________

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Life, Love, Heartbreak . . . Romance. -Rg2

“Would You Mind Company the Rest of Your Life?” a novel by Rg2 © Roy Greer/Romance by Rg2®

 

 
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Posted by on October 24, 2014 in Pamper-Her-Friday

 

Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 236: ‘A Romance in Autumn’ Creatives by Rg2 (29): ‘His Autumn Secrets’ (Rated Rg2: For Ladies Only)

Jamala Madikwe Royal Safari Lodge

 

“His Autumn Secrets”

Women: The secret to a man’s heart?
One: Think panties on the floor,
But don’t mistake me for shallow
You’ve opened only the first door

If I’m visual and you’re cerebral
as the conventional thinking goes,
Why do you salivate at my pectorals . . .
and peel away my autumn clothes?

Women: The secret to a man’s libido?
Two: A Call or text outta the blue:
“I’m thinking of you, my sweetheart . . . .”
Yes, a man likes to be pampered, too

See, we’re all getting less and less
of what we want from one another,
Resources dwindling yet desire’s kindling
So many passions we’ve had to smother

But not tonight, I’m squarely in your sights
Just what are you gonna do to me?
Though cold outside, I’m all yours inside
We’re all alone, so what shall it be?

A no-rules tussle on the kitchen counter
or a rowdy rumble on the dining table?
A seek-and-destroy in the upper loft
You’re more than willing and I’m duly able

I’m borderline nasty, your voice is raspy
I warned you: I’m at the peak of my powers,
Autumn brings out the very best in me
And I’m prepared to go for hours

At a time, are you ready to climb . . .
me, woman, I won’t let you dismount,
Upside down, stay steady on the crown
Ready . . . set . . . , dammit, count . . . !

The multitude of positions, no inhibitions
Let me introduce you to the s-curl,
A sensual algebraic expression
No air between us; damn, girl

Are you holding me or are you scolding me?
Wow, woman, you’re spanking my ass,
As if you’re claiming sole ownership
I’d better put on some smooth jazz

Such animalism should be tamed
We’ve the entire weekend yet to play,
Enjoy some now, let’s have some later
Think of it as a strategic delay

Let me pour us a Rémy Martin
I’ve placed a gift box by the tub,
After all, it’s Pamper-Her-Friday
Are you ready for a soak-and-rub?

Women: The secret to a man’s devotion?
Three: Total surrender, give it a chance,
If you’ll indulge, I will divulge
the many facets of autumn romance . . .

. . . tonight.

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Pamper the woman . . . and set her soul afire. -Rg2

© 2014 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

 

 
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Posted by on October 17, 2014 in Pamper-Her-Friday

 

Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 235: ‘A Romance in Autumn’ Creatives by Rg2 (28): ‘An Elegant Proposition’

image: by silveryhawk

image: by silveryhawk

 

“An Elegant Proposition”

I have a rather elegant suggestion, Love
I want to hold your hand by the lake,
People do so little of that anymore?
Let’s defy the odds for autumn’s sake

Shed the urbanite, your shoulders are so tight
I have the most timely antidote,
Sit next to me while I pamper thee
We deserve a moment to emote

On one another, you may just discover
there’s a lush language in our silence,
I’m your catcher in the rye under October sky
Loving you with a spiritual violence

Defenseless you are to the wonderment
that is this new fall season,
Look yonder to the tapestry
Our Creator has given us ample reason 

To respect the elements, not neglect the elements
that live without and within,
When a man and woman behold nature
Only there does true love begin

Yeah, it’s a fairly simple proposition
A gentle handhold by the lake,
But transformational is our company
in this steal-away moment we take

To honor one another; am I the perfect lover?
What, you don’t want to grant me my props?
Don’t look away, woman, with that helpless smile
I haven’t pulled out all the stops . . .

No, not yet, my autumn kiss you haven’t met
We can reserve that for when you’re ready,
I’m a willing partner in at-your-pace courtship
Let’s declare here and now: We’re going steady

A retro romance gives us the ideal chance
to explore the many secrets of autumn,
Remember the dress with accessories in the window?
Yeah, angel . . . I went and bought ’em

Soon to arrive at your doorstep
For special delivery later today,
I’m there at 8–in complementary colors
I’m taking you out for Pamper-Her-Friday.


Be ready.

_______________________________

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Romance lives. -Rg2

© 2014 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

 

 
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Posted by on October 10, 2014 in Pamper-Her-Friday

 

Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 234: ‘A Romance in Autumn’ Creatives by Rg2 (27) ‘Cream in Her Coffee’

Autumn Coffee

 

“Cream in Her Coffee”

Morning, pretty woman . . .
If you’ll be my mocha, I’ll gladly be your cream
Our autumn Pamper-Her-Friday
deserves a his-and-her theme

Unseasonably hot will be the day,
but the morning air is crisp,
Notice the dew on the leaves
amid the light foggy wisps . . .

Of nature’s daybreak wind currents
gently swaying the huggable trees,
Let’s take a moment on the balcony
to inhale the cool morning breeze

We’ll sip at a take-our-time clip
I’ll wrap my arm around your shoulder,
Secure you snugly into my chest
For I’m your designated holder

Once entwined you can’t escape
Where on earth would you rather be?
Standing in the most prime real estate
right here next to me

Your personal chef I was last evening
Your personal barista at dawn’s sunrise,
Admit it: You love being pampered
It’s unmistakably in your eyes

Never failing to tell the truth
They are the lens into your soul,
The little things I won’t overlook
‘Return to Pamperer’ is the goal

You like that, huh? I should write that, huh?
How ’bout I print it on your lips?
A lingering kiss to start the morning
They turn me on, your coffee sips

Refreshment I hear at each sigh
Satisfaction so guaranteed,
What, you wanna give me a thank-you hug?
Trust me, love, it’s a mutual need

Nibbling on my ear, let’s make this clear:
I think I like it a little too much,
You shouldn’t instigate or you’ll tempt fate
Remember your weakness to my touch

The season’s change, I’m keeping you in range
We’ve a lot of snuggling yet to do,
This Pamper-Her-Friday marks the beginning
My romance in autumn belongs to you.

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Pamper the woman . . . one cup at a time. -Rg2

© 2014 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

 

 
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Posted by on October 3, 2014 in Pamper-Her-Friday

 
 
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