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Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 434: ‘Our Flight Leaves at Nine, Love’: ‘A Summer’s Romance Collection’ by Rg2 (127)

 

My Angel,

So you feel my work has taken something of a wrong turn?
Veered have I toward the native black reparations cause,
Babygirl, an artist of integrity must reflect the times
Today, however, I’m putting my political ferocity on pause

Just long enough to escape with you from North America
To an as-yet-unspoiled paradise of forest, sand and beach,
Where coconuts and bananas grow free from chemicals
My love, a Pamper-Her-Friday utopia is not out of reach

Our flight departs at nine; I’ll be at your doorstep by six
I’m bringing with me a generous hug and a kiss,
If you found yourself smiling as you read that previous line
Woman, you’ve just been enraptured by the Rg2 bliss:

To instigate, not regurgitate, the gray matter of your mind
A seasoned man can make love to a woman without touch,
You’ve been reading my proseworks with many a bated breath
The moisture in your eyes and between your thighs is such

A long-held spritz of latent energy needing release
You’re that mocha woman on whom everyone depends,
The Democratic Party takes you for granted, as does family
Your bones are fragile and, late nights, the muscle ache begins

You know why? The very absence of my therapeutic hands
Has been the antidote you’ve too long gone without,
I’m just the man your body’s been calling for this summer
To pamper your tender limbs is a precious law I won’t flout

Let’s get away . . . from all this domestic terrorism and hate
The country needs more of you and me but, gosh, timeout,
I wanna gather my breath with you, take a moment or two
To revisit what being in the company of a lovely woman’s about

The tropical sunrise greets us in the morning as we lay
Your head rested peacefully atop my chest—angel-like,
Toucans and songbirds morning chirping in the distance
Daybreak poetry I’ll recite to you like a whisperer on a mic

Dedicated to you, only you, it goes something like this:
Were I to inhale the scent of your hair, woman, I dare,
To caress thee, might you hold onto me to infinity
In need of love repair, we both, for truly we care

None more than I of you . . . here, in my arms, I say
No other place I’d rather be on this Pamper-Her-Friday

. . . than with you.

Poetically yours,
Rg2

______

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

© 2019 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

 

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Posted by on August 10, 2019 in Pamper-Her-Friday

 

Romance by Rg2®: ‘Michael Eric Dyson is Not a Coward’: “The Political Letters by Rg2” (2)

 

Dear Dr. Dyson,

‘Michael Eric “Dynamic” Dyson is a coward.’

That was my initial thought after you at first accepted, then abruptly reneged on your acceptance of my creative-poem challenge to you in behalf of long-overdue reparations for ADOS (American Descendants of Slavery).

I thought to myself, ‘What kind of honorable man goes back on his word, especially for a cause as noble as economically, politically and socially repairing the most forgotten, neglected and mistreated people in the history of the United States, since its very founding?’

I then said to myself, ‘Marianne Williamson can’t possibly be more courageous and more committed to the humanity of ADOS than Dr. Dyson, himself a member of the ADOS community and who traces his very lineage to our uber-brave forebears, the enslaved black Americans whose free labor is the very foundation on which the American economy is built.”

I quelled my emotionalism, Dr. Dyson. Who am I to mischaracterize another man, let alone a fellow ADOS? To say I was disappointed, however, is an understatement. I looked forward to the fun. But more than that? I looked forward to the gift we would have presented to our fellow ADOS—poetry the likes of which no other two individuals, the world over, could have created.

My greatest sadness? That other ADOS, and non-ADOS around the world for that matter, were deprived of your creative advocacy, if only a few stanzas of rhyme and meter, of lyrical alchemy at which even your boy Jay-Z would have likely marveled.

But I won’t question your courage, Dr. Dyson. I won’t question your heart and commitment to the repair of our fellow ADOS. I recognize this is yeoman’s work, arguably the most unenviable task of our people in this most turbulent of political times.

It’s not for the faint of heart. ADOS are on the verge of extinction, according to the data. We could certainly use your advocacy.

No, you’re no coward, Dr. Dyson. If, however, you decide to remove our doubt, my challenge to you is open-ended.

People can evolve, right?

Spit on, professor. Upward and onward.

Creative regards,
Rg2

_______

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Be afraid to die without having done something for the betterment of humanity. -Rg2

© 2019 Romance by Rg2®

 

 
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Posted by on August 4, 2019 in Pamper-Her-Friday

 
 
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