Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 406: ‘Come with Me to Big Momma’s Farm’ A Love Letter: ‘A Summer’s Romance Collection’ by Rg2 (109)


“Come with Me to Big Momma’s Farm”

That ’58 Ford jalopy inherited from my father?
Well, for months I’ve invested sweat equity to restore,
Taking pains and fingertip strains to heal its body
No details, chassis to paint finish, did I ignore

Sorta like my approach to you, woman, in summer
Your spring season lacked the touch of a special man,
Flowers around you bloomed in full view—like you
Little did you know of yours I’m a devoted fan

Yours appears to be a fabulous social media life
Snapshots picture perfect . . . at least at first glance,
But there’s always a backstory lurking beyond the lens
Does that intoxicating face belie disenchantment by chance?

Trust me, you’re not alone, most of the country’s uneasy
When Obama left, remember, he actually shed tears,
He was aware of the pall the horizon would cast
Prayerful the future wouldn’t crystallize our fears

But here we are, back to the future, so to speak
You have faint knowledge of Big Momma’s struggle,
She raised a family, ran a farm, and fought for Civil Rights
Just imagine the responsibilities she had to juggle

I’m going down to the Delta, will you come with me?
Would love to have you nestled in my passenger seat,
We’ll take in the landmarks and -scapes along the way
One another’s thoughts, each passing mile, we’ll complete

My only request before we embark: Take my credit card
To your favored retailer feel free to make a run,
Purchase a bevy of flowing sundresses of your choosing
And fragrance, trinket and foot accessories . . . when done

Let me know if there’s anything more that you desire
I want to make certain roadtrip creature comforts abound,
Phones? Maps? Green Book? Emergency kit? All checked
And the most vintage collection of ‘90s R&B to be found

I’m taking you to Big Momma’s farm to meet a lady icon
We’ll reconnect with ancestral spirits and sacred land,
Rediscover the foundation of the lives we’ve been given
Bear witness to my kissing grandmother’s hand

But before we go, how about a tip-of-summer escape:
A private send-off picnic in the make-over truckbed,
Parked by Castleton Lake under a Pamper-Her-Friday sunset
Reciting poetry in your ear for the sweet days ahead . . .




Pamper the woman . . . for a summer’s romance. -Rg2

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Posted by on June 23, 2018 in Pamper-Her-Friday


Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 405: ‘AT&T Romances Time Warner…and I, You’ A Love Letter: ‘A Summer’s Romance Collection’ by Rg2 (108)


“AT&T Romances Time Warner…and I, You”

My Angel,

Time Warner said yes to AT&T.

They’ve consummated an $85B(illion) love affair after a heavy courtship. Time Warner shareholders will receive 1.4 shares of AT&T common stock along with $53.75 in cash for each share of Time Warner they own. That means AT&T issued 1.185B shares of common stock and paid $42.5B in cash. It’s the second-biggest show-business merger of all time.

AT&T shares hover around $32+ per and TWX shares have just surpassed the $100 mark as I write this. Look for both to increase going forward—not to mention the sweet quarterly dividend both companies pay. Once Time Warner is absorbed, AT&T will likely raise the dividend in due time and TWX will no longer trade on the open market.

Aside from my ownership of both companies, this merger will likely raise the share prices of other media companies as creative content becomes even more valuable. As a result, the Pamper-Her-Friday Group will up its ownership stake in other media firms such as Fox, Altice, Disney, Comcast and smaller content creators operating below the radar.

I’ve been approached once again about selling the rights to the trademarks Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® and Romance by Rg2®. I won’t sell, angel, (well, a man should never say never, right?) but I am open to strategic partnerships/licensing deals with high-quality industry players. After all, Trump doesn’t own the properties, he simply licenses the “Trump” name/brand for a hefty revenue sum and George Foreman never owned the manufacturer of those grills—simply licensed his name for a cool $100M.

If this business information is rather boring to you, how about we raise the “Excitement Quotient” in honor of Pamper-Her-Friday? I’ve sold a handful of AT&T (1000 shares; the bulk I’m letting float into infinity while reinvesting the dividends) to finance a series of summer getaways, flyaways and romanceaways for you and I.

Wherever you’d like to explore, let your hair down, bare your feet, taste the wind . . . and hold my hand all the while, consider me your exclusive romantic travel companion.

I thought the Caymans would be a nice start. Azure waters, beckoning sun-ups and -sets, and luxe-hut open-window, warm, breezy nights comprise the ideal environment to take your breath away.

Oh, and Rg2 poems and love letters written and read to you each evening to document our experience.

When do we leave? Friday, of course.

Pamper-Her-Friday, my angel.

Can you come?

Ever yours,


Pamper the woman . . . summer’s arrived. -Rg2

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Posted by on June 15, 2018 in Pamper-Her-Friday


Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 404: ‘Last Spring Fling, Can We?’ (Before Summer) A Love Letter

“Last Spring Fling, Can We?”

Is it true you’ve been curious of my whereabouts
The recent weeks I seemingly left you at #403?
Have your Fridays past not quite been the same
Tell me, woman, have you truly thought of me?

Worry not, I didn’t abandon you nor my craft
Not once did you exit the archway of my mind,
I’ve worn you something like a pectoral tattoo
Covered and hidden like a precious Nubian find

I’ve taken care of some tight middles and loose ends
Business matters have selfishly demanded my focus,
Prepping the launch of a new Pamper-Her-Friday project
Would love to fill you in over frappe mochas

Under a storied elm tree in a vast spring meadow
A thick blanket unfurled to its ends over the grass,
A timeless straw basket the secret contents of which
are the most succulent seasonal edibles I could amass

For a final spring fling before the summer solstice
Sends you into the arms of another handsome chap,
My temporary absence perhaps left an opening
Ah, but could another man truly fill the romance gap?

That would exist in all the moments we’re not near
The pampering of you so unique to this writer,
Did you once entertain the notion I wouldn’t return?
Somewhere between a cliff-hanger and a nail-biter

It was only a matter of time to stage the comeback
You had to know I’d regain my pampering mojo,
I missed making the dimples appear in your smile
The sensual way your fingers dance in my curly ‘fro

I’ve missed you as much, woman, can you tell?
But sentiment without action is simply wordplay,
The wicker basket also contains a palm-size box
So forever you’ll remember this Pamper-Her-Friday



Pamper the woman . . . in anticipation of summer. -Rg2

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Posted by on June 8, 2018 in Pamper-Her-Friday


Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 403: ‘Forgotten Mom, This Is For You’ A Love Letter in Verse by Rg2

The very inspiration for Pamper-Her-Friday, Linda Brooks, mother of Rg2


“Forgotten Mom, This is for You”

Dear Mother,

Last Mother’s Day, was it your loneliest of days?
A son or daughter lost to the war or despair,
Did cancer devastate the child’s life you once birthed?
Denied a treasure trove of family moments to share

Or were you simply neglected by kin ungrateful
Did they forget the countless sacrifices you’ve made?
Daughter won’t forgive you your relationship mistakes
The selfishness of a spoiled son still refuses to fade

Yet, of all your critics, might the harshest be you?
After all, motherhood never came with a blueprint,
The most difficult of all humanly jobs has been yours
For far too long you’ve gone without compliment

Forgotten mother, forsaken mother, neglected mother
It’s OK, you’ve done all that you know how to do,
The unsung is often the most worthy of praise
Were you taken from us, my god, the day we’ll rue

Mother, have we told you lately that we love you
Forgive us, please, our having taken you for granted,
Our own struggles have often blinded us to your need
When our very success stems from the love you planted

I haven’t forgotten you, God-given woman, no
I take this moment to honor you beyond a token day,
My prayers are you, thoughts of you, I celebrate you
Mother, to you I dedicate this special Pamper-Her-Friday

Love Always,


Pamper the mothers . . . on more than a day. -Rg2

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Posted by on May 18, 2018 in Pamper-Her-Friday


A Gift for ‘Mom’ by Rg2™: Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® Gift Giveaway Honors Mother’s Day



A Gift for Mom by Rg2™



A Gift for ‘Mom’ by Rg2™

For Immediate Release
Contact: Linda Brooks

Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® Gift Giveaway Honors Mother’s Day

Los Angeles, 4-21-18—“Frankly, mothers should be pampered everyday,” says R. Greer, founder and creative force behind Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®. “But Mother’s Day allows us an extra special moment to say and show, ‘I love you, mom.’”

Pamper-Her-Friday would like to honor a lucky mom on her special day—yes, you—with a little something to celebrate motherhood: A $100 American Express gift card to spend however you’d like.

Calling all mothers, would you like to be pampered? If so, you’re invited to enter the 2018 Pamper-Her-Friday Mother’s Day gift giveaway:

Simply visit, Facebook (Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®), Instagram (Rg2 Romanceworks), LinkedIn (Roy Greer), or Twitter (@prosescribe) and leave a comment/reply on which one of the more than 400 Pamper-Her-Friday creative writings (each one is numbered) happens to be your favorite and why you chose it.

A simple “like” or favorable emoji without a comment and number, though appreciated, will not place you among the prospective winners.

The deadline for comment submissions is May 11, 2018. The winner to be announced on Mother’s Day.

Don’t hesitate to enter, moms. Your big day is just around the corner. Pamper-Her-Friday looks forward to pampering you!



Can I Pamper You . . . for Mother’s Day? -Rg2

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Posted by on April 21, 2018 in Pamper-Her-Friday


Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 402: ‘Mocha-Man Mystique…Tonight’


Rated Rg2: Mature Women Readers Only


“Mocha-Man Mystique…Tonight”

Is there a writer in your life—a private romance writer?
If not, may I be your go-to erotic scribe?
Every princess deserves her very own poet
Sip on me tonight, woman, just slowly imbibe . . .

Me, you see, inhale again this mocha-man mystique
Spread your fingers and press your palm against my chest,
Warm granite the pecs release a pheromone musk
Slap my five o’clock shadow if you wanna test

The limits of your ero-frustrations, admit it:
You ain’t had mind-blowing lovin’ in an age,
Your mane pulled while the glu-max is spanked
Woman, you need to release that pent-up rage

You’re strong but, damn, that shit is so overrated
Exhausting it becomes holding everything down,
Capitalism has got you running ’round in circles
It’s OK to exchange those pants for a gown

Riding the wave of the Me-Too current
Shame on the men who gave it its spawn,
My father said, “Never put her in a compromised position”
Alas, woman, I’m not about to play the pawn

Never have I made a woman do what she didn’t want to
Consensual intimacy, after all, is the height of fun,
You’re at liberty to dictate our physical terms
Ecstasy is the principle; Agony? Absolutely none

Except the pleasure hurt, manifestation of my flirt
Woman, I’m captivated by your anatomical scent,
Lay back and enjoy this thigh-rub in the sunken tub
I promised an all-nighter and that’s exactly what I meant

Let it go, let the free radicals and the stressors go
It’s Pamper-Her-Friday and the buck stops here,
Your questioning, “Where have all the good men gone?”
Listen, that’s no more than a propagandized fear

God will not forsake the righteous mocha man
The Most High has endowed him with a certain mystique,
Don’t you fall for the manufactured media narrative
You’ll discover this love is magnifique

Is there a private writer in your life—a romance writer?
If not, can I be your go-to erotic scribe?
Mocha woman, you deserve your very own poet
Come, let your body give in to my vibe . . .

. . . tonight.



Pamper the woman . . . all night long. -Rg2

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Posted by on April 13, 2018 in Pamper-Her-Friday


Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 401: ‘Spring…Panties Optional’ A Naughty Missive by Rg2


Rated Rg2: Reader Discretion Advised


“Spring…Panties Optional”

If your son or daughter has access to your device
If a jealous former lover still peeks at your e-page,
I suggest you adjust your privacy settings
Woman, the whole of your mind I’m about to engage

Apparently, National Poetry Month has paid us a visit
And you’ve been inundated with clever haikus and quotes,
Writers and non-scribes are putting their best pen forward
But, damn, pretty woman, I’ve authored some 400 notes

A veritable library to dig your intellect into
And, silly me, they’re published all over the global net,
You see, an artist must do what an artist has to
My blood’s on your handheld screen so you won’t forget

How you felt at first read and the season that was
The dead of winter? The pit of summer? Or autumn’s intro?
Now that springtime has finally reared its inviting head
I wanna awaken your dormant outdoorswoman flow

Let your hair down, give your thick natural curls to the wind
Lose the windbreaker, the sweater and bare those mocha shoulders,
Please accept this clutch of just-blossomed, fragrant stems
Here, take my hands, feel the grasp of my gifted skin-holders

Can I touch you in spring? Careful, woman, you just may cling
To me like a love letter you can’t seem to put down,
It’s time to re-integrate your warm heart to the outside
My intuition is indicating that we’re romance bound

You aren’t looking, I know, for a complicated spring
Truth is, a woman’s erotic energy rejuvenates thereabouts,
I just happen to be a handsome facilitator
You’ve all the sweet attributes that a smitten man touts

To his trust-worthy confidant who understands the season
And what springtime does to the creativity of a man,
A Mediterranean dinner seaside and by-the-shore poetry
Singing Kem lyrics to you as we walk barefoot in the sand

Were you ever pampered in spring? My, is it a thing
To have done for you from sunrise to crayon sunset,
One day is all I need, an afternoon of yours for me
Mt. Vernon’s cherry blossoms are begging for us yet

And as our day winds down and the evening beckons
Panties become optional beneath that mesmeric sundress,
No mistake, I’m thoroughly a gentleman all season long
But a midnight bath most soothes the woman dispossessed

Of garments that now belong to your winter’s closet
Allow me to wash away the day’s residue if I may,
How would you like a glass of almond champagne?
Meanwhile, I’ll lather your shoulders…for Pamper-Her-Friday….

Hello, spring.

Hello, woman.



Pamper the woman . . . she loves spring. -Rg2

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Posted by on April 6, 2018 in Pamper-Her-Friday

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