Archive for August, 2014


The Freedom of a Fine Soul Sista

Fine, brown and beautiful
As usual
Jealous white women find her presence inexcusable
Just because she makes the other women look immoveable
All the men see her and think that she’s doable
Simply because she has a booty full!
Anything this woman graces is beyond suitable
The way she talks sedates me like a luminal
This woman is what you call beautiful and dutiful
Unlike those heifers and elephants
She carries herself with style, grace and elegance
Her voice is regal, sexy and delicate
That it even soothes the likes of her delegates
She’s full of style and finesse
With the way that she’s dressed
Making other ladies look like a hot mess
To the likes of Claudia and Tess
May I suggest 
That you take notes from this regal princess
She has the freedom of a bird
Like Beyoncé— she’s one of those girls 
That can run the world
Glistening in a world of diamonds and pearls
Looking at a woman who’s comfortable and liberated
Makes men like me feel rejuvenated
Making more jealous white women feel irritated
I just want to get heavily inebriated
On her— and keep me cool as if I’m getting refrigerated 
She has the attractiveness of Janet Jackson
Which is more than the odd sexual attraction 
This woman is the epitome of FREEDOM
With the common sense and wisdom of Morgan Freeman
The way she liberates herself has every black man sweetened
She takes every challenge on board and beats them
Not every sodding mister 
Can impress this fine soul sista
Careless whispers don’t even cut it for this sista
Neither does the gangsters and drifters
This sista has no cares
As she stretches and tosses back her hair
Enjoying her freedom and liberation like a hare
She’s not your average Jane or Claire
Judging by the way she straddles that chair
With all the men stopping to stare
As she stretches out to take in the fresh air
This woman moves to her own beat like a drum snare
People are falling on to their knees as if they’re in prayer
It turns me on to see a woman enjoy her own independence
Everyone looks on at this free-spirited woman and loads more in attendance
Her awe-striking beauty leaves me to the point of unable to finish my sentence
Right now I’m in love with her presence
Keeping me wrapped up like Christmas presents
Her beat goes on like The Whispers
Fixing those broken wings like her name was Mr. Mister 
Haters would beg to differ
As I’m pounding my fist in the air for my soul sista

Copyright © 2014 René Olivierre all rights reserved (Taken from the book “JUICED”) written by René Olivierre and published by The Olivierrean Experience (T.O.E.)



Beth Orton

Beth Orton— such a sweet soul
Like an actress she stays committed to her role
I love listening to her music on an evening stroll
To lift away the sadness when it’s taking its toll
It’s like pouring a glass of the sweetest red wine
When listening to the soulful song “The Sweetest Decline”
All of her songs make me sit back and recline
And reminisce on this sick, sad life of mine
Strangely— she really does put me on cloud nine
When God created people— He created a fine design
Beth Orton touches my heart, mind and spirit
My mind floats away like a golden ticket
I can reach out to her with my beaded arm
I’m sure that no-one could cause us any harm
She is to me like a good luck charm
I always keep her close like a tattoo on a forearm
I preach her music to the people who would listen
Her smooth vocals are like diamonds when they glisten
Her music puts me in a hypnotic daze
She makes me smile on the cloudiest of days
And she touches the hearts of millions of lesbians and gays
All I’ve got to say is that she gets my praise
Such a warm smile she possess
A lot of people need to recognize her success
Nevertheless she is more than blessed
To have a voice that takes away my stress
I’ve realized that my music tastes have broadened
I feel like a free man like Morgan
My stress levels feels shortened
What would I do without Miss Beth Orton?

Copyright © 2010 René Olivierre all rights reserved (Taken from the book “Artistry—The HeART of a Conscious Poet”) written by René Olivierre and published by The Olivierrean Experience (T.O.E.)


An Absolute Titillation

I’m all scattered like public housing
Because your body is arousing
It’s because of you why I’m rousing
As well as scrutinizing your body as if I was browsing
I love the way your peach-smooth behind’s always bouncing
I am so amazed because you’re astounding
My heart is constantly pounding
With these sexual thoughts crowding
It makes me want to start howling
Like a damn dog who loves lounging
Or like a mad man who’s continuously bounding
My own mind won’t allow me
To continue with my sexual sounding
Most guys would be scowling
And dumbasses would be frowning
I would stand up and start announcing
That you’re the sexiest woman without taking into account and
I’ll raise crops for you as if I was ploughing
Your body turns over grounds as if you were plowing
I can talk about your body in detail to the point of expounding
Part of me wants to give and the other part wants to be surmounting
Into you and keep the peaks going like mountains
My dick would be forever spouting
Too much of you and your body can be overcrowding
But you titillate me because you’re overpowering

Copyright © 2012 René Olivierre all rights reserved (Taken from the book “G.E.M.I.N.I.”) written by René Olivierre and published by The Olivierrean Experience (T.O.E.)


I’m In Love With You René— Let Me Make Love To You

The feelings I have for you are so strong
They feel so right that it can’t be wrong
I want to make love to you all day long
And all night long
I hope you’re more than strong
To take me on
With your long dong
As I’m dropping off my thong
Coming along
Whilst Tweet’s song
Is in the background playing on and on
I wanna get close and turn the lights off
Kissing all over your lips until I’m getting ready to scoff
Have sex until we pant and cough
For you René I will always remain hot
I’m so crazy about you that I’m losing the plot
Together we are too hot to trot
I want to be that woman that hits your spot
And for you to be the fire under my pot
I want to be the Sharon to light up your watts
And to give it to you hard like a round of shots
Let me make love to you
In a way that feels good to you
My love wants to contaminate you like the flu
I will do anything for you
My love and my boo
On the count of two
We both know that this much is true
I’ll give you more than gold and jump through
The barricades for you
Heaven knows how much I want you
I will wine, dine and restaurant you
Baby let me love you
I promise that I’ll put nothing above you
I want your body against my big hips
Whilst I’m making love to your thick lips
ALL of my bigness
I love you René for the fact that you’re full of enigmas
And for the fact that you’re full of slickness
My love for you would cure all of your sickness
I’m going to indulge you with my richness
Smother you with my emotional enrichments
As well as tailor to you forever and always with swiftness
Making me want to sweat it out with you like a day of fitness
With you I’m just handling business
Enjoying all hours, seconds and minutes
Ever since
I’ve had you holed up like a tin of mince
I’m really in love with you my prince
And I sincerely hope that you’re convinced 
That I’m on you and not on Vince!
I want to make you feel fresh like like a tin of mints
My heart beats for you love, adulation and passion
I know that sounds old-fashioned
But this is more than just a sexual attraction
This is an attraction that you can’t fraction 
I am deeply in love with your slenderness
Instantly exposing my tenderness
As I’m enjoying our moments of togetherness
Bringing out the betterness
In my gentleness
My love for you will contain no recklessness
As I will aim to leave you with breathlessness
I just want to hang off your like your necklaces
So let me love you like I should do—without the portentousness

Copyright © 2013, 2014 René Olivierre all rights reserved (Taken from the book “A Beautiful Intoxication: Poetic Accounts of Seduction, Power, Sexual Desires & Craves As Well As Deep Addictive Attraction To One Another”) written by René Olivierre and published by The Olivierrean Experience (T.O.E.)

My Brothers— Don’t You Dare Disrespect Our Black Women

I’m embarrassed for the black race
By the way our guys are disrespecting our women to their face
In my opinion I believe that it’s a bleeding disgrace
How we as black men can stand up and disgrace as well as deface
Our black sisters, mothers and queens— and to try and get away without a trace
We should be holding our black women with a firm embrace
And to keep them close to us as if we’re keeping them encased
Our black queens are the reason why we’re such a beautiful race
I am MORE than privileged to have a black woman by my side
They’re the reason why I would die and ride for
As well as cry with and cry for
By the grace of God I will forever cherish my empress
My black regal empress
Who forever keeps me impressed
My love for her is unconditionally endless
I will continue to express
My love for my black queen until it becomes an excess
Our black women hold the key to the entrance
They’re always on my head like a headdress
From Manchester England to USA’s Memphis
Our black women are the original temptress
The original empress
The original queens and princess
With more glam in their pinky fingers than those rednecks
I’m bursting at the seams 
With embarrassment because it seems 
That our brothers are straight-up dissing our own queens
Not only is that a big mistake 
But it’s also a big piss-take
Racist people see us as a laughing stock
Sniggering at us— thinking that we’re a bunch of cocks
Why are we dissing our beauties?
Why are we looking at them as just a pair of tits and booty?
It’s no wonder why we look down at each other all snooty
Exchanging weird looks at each other— behaving all clownish and fruity
I’m observing the way we talk down to our sisters
Picking at them as if we’re picking on our sores and blisters
Taking the piss out of their fuller lips and voluptuous figures
Wanting our women to look like white women with the attitude of hipsters
I suppose we have to let the beat go on in whispers
But as long as I’m here stroking my facial whiskers
I will not stand back and watch my sisters get cut up like a pair of scissors
A lot of my fellow brothers and myself are in agreement 
As we stand in front of God and pledge allegiance 
To stand by our sisters through their tough times and achievements
Even when the worst comes to worst and it becomes a frenzy and a vehemence
We need to stand up, get behind and respect our women
Champion our women
Even when they’re not winning
That doesn’t give us the right to give them a dissing
Our sisters puts us brothers in the position to work hard four vision
And they help us to erode ourselves from the emotional prison
So brothers— let us all come correct
With the positivity that we’re going to inject
And empower our future queens without the means of disrespect
Let’s face it brothers — our sisters are beyond perfect

Copyright © 2014 René Olivierre all rights reserved (Taken from the book “The Olivierrean Experience”) written by René Olivierre and published by The Olivierrean Experience (T.O.E.)



I’m Feeling Like Prince Akeem

With all these adoring women
All over me like silk and linen
I’m thankful for the blessing that are given
To me by Lord Almighty– He has risen
I’m fly like a pigeon 
With a taste like a chicken!
I’m the only edition
That’s why certain haters are still bitching
I feel like a rich man
Not snaky like a snitch man
This may sound barmy
But I do have my own army
You will get peppered like salami
And make a serious mess of you like a Tsunami
My house is like a regal safari
It makes normal spectators look all starry
I usually stay cool
When bathing with naked women in a swimming pool
My mind works like it’s got business acumen
I’m walking with a swagger of a rich regal African
Past these rats who look irritating like an antigen
I’m not trying to come across as arrogant
But you can’t print this prince like an albumen 
Like Prince Akeem
I stay extreme with supreme!

Copyright © 2012 René Olivierre all rights reserved (Taken from the book “G.E.M.I.N.I.”)written by René Olivierre and published by The Olivierrean Experience (T.O.E.)