Monthly Archives: December 2017

Thank you for selecting Pamper-Her-Friday post #278, “She Left Her Earrings,” as your favorite. And your unforgettable comment:

“It [the poem] reminds me of the time I was dating my husband and left my diamond earrings at his place, so when he woke up the next morning he would have a little reminder of me. Let’s just say it worked because the next day we were on another great date.”

Wow, what a story.

Thank you for supporting Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®, Josette.

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How does it feel to be pampered?

New Year Blessings,
Rg2

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Pamper the woman . . . and forever live in her soul. -Rg2

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Come close, come, just a little closer
To you a holiday story I’d like to read,
A Christmas tale about Old Man Winter
Your mind and heart I want to feed

Not long ago, women and men were at war
Their common enemy no longer the grinch,
Turned on one another how they settled a score
Proverbial fists and jaws they would tightly clinch

So many fatherless holidays had bred a hurt
A failed marriage, a broken start, a career deferred,
Former love interest wounds they tried to desert
Cries for restoration too long gone unheard

So they did to the other what they only knew how
Some lashed with vengeance, others simply walked away,
Why did he neglect to heed her shot across the bow?
The good man decided he wasn’t willing to stay

Fears of not knowing how to be to one another
The social distortion lead to mutual love abortion,
Who among them could turn into a velvet glover?
Was there enough to offer them all a healing portion

Of tenderness, understanding, and forgiveness
Or did Santa decide they were beyond repair,
If a redeeming quality is a person’s last hope
The spirit of grinch past surely doesn’t care

But Old Man Winter, the ol’ coot, would have his say
Snowed them in, did he, reminding them of their need,
To convert such sorrow into a better tomorrow
For only failure is the outcome of revenge and greed

What happened? Well, this is a tale without an end
It’s still writing itself I guess one could say,
Come closer, come, we’ll create our own ending
You’re the peace that I need on this Pamper-Her-Friday

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Pamper the woman . . . . -Rg2

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Endeavor, give, take not a day for granted
You will fall down but you will also fall up,
Each failure propels us to a higher ground
Each lesson a currency that filleth life’s cup

Woman, I’ve been busy learning and paper-earning
But stomach-turning was my life void of you,
From the meaning of Christmas I’ve tried not to stray
And for this one I’m determined to remain true

My values of a simple, honest life in written works
There’s a little house in the forest with a blazing fire,
Filled with hickory scents and sweet peppermints
I haven’t much to offer but if your heart’s desire

Is a fortress of protection from the frosty elements
And slow kettled-cooked chicken sausage winter soup,
Caramel hot cocoa with Hershey’s kisses-melted hints
Vintage black-and-white Scrooge movies on video loop

The thickest, softest sweater-socks to cover your feet
A bundle of handstitched oversize quilted throws,
To bury ourselves under so doesn’t escape the heat
Your head on my shoulder? Indeed, that’s where it goes

As others wait for Christmas, I say we make our Christmas
Will you allow me to share with you my poetic art?
Close your eyes and listen to my cadence in rhyme
If this is a holiday movie then you’re the best part

I haven’t much to offer that the richer man can’t match
Only a little house in the forest and a one-horse sleigh,
But if a home full of love for the holidays is your wish
Allow me the gift of your heart on Pamper-Her-Friday

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Romance . . . for the holidays. -Rg2

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I just know… I feel something within and without
Deep down, woman, admit it, might you, too?
Could it be that we’ve lost faith in one another
In a house divided, the winners are so few

What’s worse? A heart divided into two, three
Fragments of what once was a precious whole,
Scattered are they beneath the ornate tree
Deserving we are of a stocking’s lump of coal

A soul handled wrong for so very long
Loses its content becomes a soul on ice,
Love, I want not my spirit to lose its song
Some soul-searching for the holidays will suffice

It to say I need a friend who deeply cares
To help me discover what Christmas truly means,
The jewels and the gadgets and all the pretty wares
Do they have a place in our nativity scenes?

Or is it about a simple brown-paper package
Butterfly-tied with a simple, soft string,
Inside, a thin tome of romantic scripture
Written just for you—good tidings I bring

We’ll un-layer this holiday to its bare essence
Hum with me some carols and spiritual hymns,
The kettle’s filled with hot cinnamon apple cider
The Noble Fir is eager for us to dress its limbs

I realize it’s easy to give up on romance
But I refuse to allow you to feel such a way,
Discover with me the true meaning of Christmas
It’s beginning to look a lot like … Pamper-Her-Friday.

-Rg2

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Romance lives. -Rg2

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