Monthly Archives: January 2017

How is it you’ve entered my stream of consciousness
Thinking of you, woman, is no alternative fact,
You’re the sole hearer of this interior monologue
Were I to write it down, how might you react?

Try as I have, to douse this emotive inferno
Burning with the fury of a thousand suns,
Extinguish, you must, the heat lest it transfers
Hold onto your Valentine heart or away it runs

To a captivating scribe penning honestly to you
I can’t justify opening a door to my majestic world,
My Jehova knows you’re the axis on which it spins
The custom necklace is now being rubied and pearled

Only the rarest earth stones in all their vibrant tones
Shall adorn your limbs should I have my way,
Your silhouette is visible even in midnight darkness
Your telling eyes they haunt me with their diamonds inlay

How do I ask thee? I shan’t count the ways
The inspirations you elicit, my, are they far too many,
Place your tender fingers atop this writer’s pulse
So quickened by your effect so as there isn’t any

If anything I may give to you, they are the words
that flow from my spirit and my mind thereabouts,
Allow my thoughts to be consumed by your fragrance…?
…I cannot, woman, I won’t … but there are doubts

Lurking within my pen, in my hand, my cerebellum
There, in the nether regions, you won’t go away,
Perhaps you’re carrying my feelings as your very own
My instincts hint at interchangeable words we’d say

But you need not open that Pandora’s Box
Such an action is likened to a forbidden task,
Let me write to thee unencryptedly
For only you would understand this writer’s ask

I want you to think of me as I you—no less
There is something within me, indeed, you possess
No longer able am I to withhold the sign
Would you consider me most worthy of your Valentine?

-Rg2

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A special Ask for a special Woman. -Rg2

© 2017 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

Dear Valentine,

President Obama returned my call this morning
He was in the throes of a President Trump letter:
Wishing the incoming Commander all the best
Class personified, that Obama, a national tone-setter

“What’s on your mind, Roy?” asked the two-term chief
“Well, sir, I could use your respected Valentine advice
“This lovely I’ve recently met is considering others
“Should I play it strategically or simply roll the dice?”

Somewhat flabbergasted, historic #44 replied:
“She’s contemplating others, you’re kidding me, right?
“Does she know you’re founder of Pamper-Her-Friday?
“Perhaps she’s unaware her fire only you can ignite…”

“Well, not exactly,” I had to break it to the president
“I haven’t revealed to her that particular creative exploit
“Didn’t want to prejudice her method of choice-making
“I could either go brash or more subtle and adroit….”

“…and what if she says yes to the other persistent asker
“What then will you do?” the president posed,
I paused for a tad, “Well, then, we weren’t meant to be
“In the game of love, sometimes that’s just how it goes”

“Sounds as if it doesn’t hold urgent import to you;
“I sense a rather nonchalance in your response, my friend,
“If her heart is truly yours for the asking and the taking …
“… rescue her before appears another shark fin”

That last line he left me, it radiated poignance
Mr. President is keen to many a shark-infested water,
A man must know when to row from when to set sail
Miss Robinson was walking fast, but surely he caught her

Few things are as priceless as a president’s counsel
Advice is as good as a receiver’s willingness to heed,
But what you deserve is less a rescuer than a pamperer
Other prospects got the jump but shaky is their lead

Let me introduce myself to you to lessen the heavy
My name is Greer, Roy Greer, to be formally exact,
I’ve come to vie for the privilege of your Valentine hand
To propose the distinction of a higher romantic pact

With this bracelet, my lady, I sincerely vow
To gently take your hand while before you I bow,
As you read this letter my heart you’ll unmask
Come away with me–forever–is my Valentine ask.

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Inside her lives Romance. -Rg2

© 2017 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

I hear Idris Elba is offering a contest
With a heavy emphasis on the British accent,
If you’re tempted to apply among the hopeful rest
Might you consider an option equally as opulent?

I won’t feign a dialect to enhance my odds
Though you’re more than worthy of my effort to impress,
Your ability to discern the genuines from the frauds
He’s a “highly questionable”; I’m a bona fide “yes”

Woman, my aims are clear and my ask sincere
I intend to crack the code of your Valentine vault,
Sanskrit poetry and a little something from De Beers®
If your heart is vulnerable, you can say it’s my fault

I lack the voiceover creds; I’m not the James Bond-type
No fiction character am I the stuff of every girl’s dream,
But I detect you’re of an ilk not seduced by the hype
Woman, we would make one helluva romantic team . . .

Like the lovely Annette Bening and the timeless Warren Beatty
Or the deeply abiding love between Paula and Denzel,
It would be my utter privilege to fete you like a lady
Such as Barack does so honorably for his Lady Michelle

What is this ask you sense so brimming from my pen?
Out with it, your eyes appear to gently demand,
To other suitors your heart you can only lend
Let me place this box in the palm of your hand

With these diamonds, woman, I passionately vow
To be your devoted Valentine right here, right now,
To offer much more than some pretty Idris line
Look into my eyes and tell me you’ll be mine.

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Pamper the woman . . . even if you’re not a movie star. -Rg2

© 2017 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

. . . don’t dare change your hair for me
You needn’t alter any part of you
For it is heaven’s art that I consider thee
Your heart need not be laden with rue . . .

. . . for vetting the other men’s vocal pleas
Though tempting, might they be substanceless
Allow them, each, their turn on bended knees
While I present to you the ruby red dress

Gracefully slip it on in the mirror’s full view
Ballerina a twirl three hundred sixty degrees
The giver’s eyes appear from the motley crue
Chocolates exclusively from San Francisco’s See’s

No, don’t change a strand of your hair for me
The others may request that you suit their needs
If you care for me, woman, simply think of me
If my chest they cut, it’s your heart that bleeds . . .

. . . like a Valentine, a not-so-funny Valentine

Is it truly laughable that you be mine?

-Rg2

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Romance lives forever in her heart. -Rg2

© 2017 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®