Archive for September, 2014

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You’ve Fucked Up BIG TIME René

You’ve messed me up with your emotional bruises
I am not in the mood for your ridiculous excuses
You were the love of my life— now you’re a nuisance
As news hits me to realise that you are foolish
What you done to me AND us was beyond stupid 
Without me René you are unbelievably useless
I’m standing here watching you look all dumb and clueless
Watching you beg for forgiveness is somewhat of an exclusive
I should’ve known you were the epitome of chimerical and illusive
As well as shifty, evasive and elusive
Just like my previous boyfriends who were all losers
My trust for you has gone out the window 
Your face— looking all pink with shame like a flamingo
I never thought you would stoop lower than a limbo
Or play me like a game of pachinko
Or even like a game of bingo
You must be barking mad like a dingo
Mr. Olivierre you need to leave me be like a gingko
You have taken me for a right ride as if I was a pinto
As a woman I should have been more careful and meticulous
Not only do I feel cheated as well as ridiculous
But it makes me feel that our relationship was frivolous
I’m now looking at you as someone who’s vague and ambiguous
Where you’re concerned I’m always going to have doubts and ambivalence
Well Mr. René it seems like you are the total antithesis
Of loving and faithful— I really thought that you and I were felicitous
But instead you had other ideas to be in a relationship that’s polygamous
How could I be so stupid to be so oblivious?
I thought we were concurrent with another instead of being asynchronous 
I had you down as a man that was natural and indigenous
Because the love that I had for you was limitless
Whatever you wanted René— I acted in diligence
From now on you can carry on with your bullshit
What I thought we had was more than some cool shit
That’s it— You and I are OFFICIALLY OVER!
Fuck you and the four-leaf clover
If bullshit was music then you’d be the composer
I’m trying so hard not to lose my composure
Your cheating arse deserves some serious exposure
No more would you drive me up the wall like a chauffeur
I really should clap you over the head with your own loafer
Now that I’m leaving your ass— you really are gonna be a loner
With nothing but memories, a porno magazine and a lonely boner
René you are more a joke as opposed to a joker
Nothing about you right now is kosher
The good times we had kept me on a high like a rollercoaster
But hear what? I’m really leaving your arse like a bad odour
With the keys to your Range Rover
You Sir are rubbish— it’s time I disposed ya
You’re looking like a clapped-out motor
It’s about time I brought this to a closure
No more would I be seen as a pushover
For the first time I’m thinking sober
I’m gonna crush you down like a bulldozer
You are a cheating waste-of-space
I’m glad to be moving on with a change of pace
You need to get out of my face
Do me a favour and just choke on some white lace

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.)

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Baby Don’t Leave Me— We Need To Talk 

I know that my face alone fills you up with disgust
But there are some issues that we need to discuss
Issues that we haven’t touched on or discussed
I don’t blame you for the fact that you have a lot of mistrust
In me to the point that you really do have suspicions and distrust
The fact is that I’m still crazy about you and it’s just
Tearing me up that we’re treating each other like strangers
The way you’re walking away from me as if I pose a real sense of danger
Deep down you want to kick my arse like a bloody power ranger
I feel like a right shit like a bunch of horses in a manger
Or like a pig being dealt with in a farm by a stern granger
There was no excuse for my cheating behaviour
I know what I did to you was major
But not the extent of what Edwina Currie did with John Major
Honey I want to go back to being your lover and your entertainer
Your knight in shining armour and your saviour
I’m gonna be as annoying as the sound on your pager
Babe I know that I’ve screwed up and scrunched it up like a piece of paper
Just please give me a date, a time and we can arrange a
Venue where we can melt this block of ice and a glacier
I just want to meet up and talk to you in a calm nature
All of this nonsense just feel like a right strainer
But please don’t break me off like a biscuit or a wafer
I know whatever I’m gonna say won’t erode away the pain
And it’ll probably eat you up and drive you insane
But please let me have the chance to explain
And if you still want to pop off at me like a bottle of champagne
Then I’ll get the point and I’ll end this ‘Trying to win you back’ campaign
What me and that woman was a total mistake
I know that you’re thinking that I’m having a piss-take
With what I’m saying sounding more whiffy than a fish-cake
Leaving you feeling unsettled and displaced
Knowing that the man you loved is a total disgrace
Me and that woman were just caught up in the moment
She offered it to me like a piece of cheese to a snivelling rodent
At that time caught up— all of my senses were stolen
From the bottom of my heart I’m so sorry that your heart is broken
Every element and component
Of my body is telling you that I’m open
To you— waiting until you have spoken 
At the time we were fucking
I knew that deep down that she meant nothing
You are the real deal whereas she’s a right puffin
All that time when she was panting and huffing and puffing 
I kept telling myself that night that she meant absolutely nothing
Baby boo it’s you that has my ultimate attention and loving
It’s your sexiness that keeps my blood rushing
As a grown dumbass man— you DO keep me blushing
For the record here I am NOT bluffing
The emotions and the sentiments are real when I’m giving you a right stuffing!
It’s your love that keeps heated like a New World Oven
Baby please— without you I am totally a piece of nothing
What you and I have here is well and truly something
Please don’t chuck away what we have over some fling
My queen— I sincerely apologize 
The undying love I have for you is too hard to monopolize
When I’m with you I feel adjusted and homogenized
Just please think about our relationship and hypothesize
Instead of having the daggers drawn before you walk away
Let’s sit down and just talk away

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.)

My Undying Love To Miss Morocco

Posted: September 16, 2014 in Uncategorized

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I Just Wanna Make Love To You Babe (An Ode to Miss Morocco)

Here we are— setting the scene
I’m looking at the sexiest woman ever seen
I don’t want tonight to be just safe and clean
You have got me on a high like caffeine
I’m drugged up on your presence like codeine
As I want to make love to you slowly
This is to my Moroccan queen
Without getting me under pressure like Queen
You’ve got me feeling like a teen
As I’m watching your body— so curvaceous like a bean
You have got me over keen
Wanting me to score like Robbie Keane
You are like a living dream
Knowing that you’re mine
I just wanna kiss you and all over your spine
Keeping you nice and sweet like mulled wine
I wanna make love to you until the end of time
Keeping you fresh like thyme
Kissing all over your skin smooth like pine
This is our time— so just for now, let’s shine
I want to make this night like a dream divine
Because together— we are sexiness defined
You are what I call God’s perfect design
Oh my— you are mighty fine!
I want to make love from sundown to sunshine
I want to make sure that I’m touching your frontline
After all of that— I want to cuddle you for some time 
This is just another one of those dumb rhymes!
I am not trying to patronize
But I want to give you the world and its paradise
Without the nastiness and the parasites
I wanna be there to catch your cries
But more importantly— I want to make love to you
Simply because I am in LOVE WITH YOU!

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.)

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A Sight For Sore Eyes

I am a man with no shame 
When it comes to gawping at a woman’s frame
I can tell you that this isn’t a game
Your body’s on fire like a flame
Well I’m glad you came
Because my dick’s gone hard like a crane
Your presence keeps like sweet like sugar cane
I’m just dying to know your name
You’re looking like a black Lois Lane
The kind of woman that always stayed on my brain
You’re not like the same
Like my ex-girlfriend Charmaine
I want you like I wanted Shania Twain
I know that line sounded lame
And I don’t wanna expose you like fame
But I feel it’s my time to proclaim
That you’re the epitome of a dame
Your body’s the target I want to aim
This big cat here is kind of hard to tame!
Please don’t deny me and disclaim
A man like me and his fine frame
Who’s just dying to know your name

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.)

An Ode To Queen Eshe…

Posted: September 1, 2014 in Uncategorized

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You Are a Cut Above The Rest Queen (An Ode To Eshe)

I stay wrapped up like Christmas presents
As I sit here in awe of your presence
Watching and admiring you with great pleasance
At the disgust of those ill-mannered pheasants
Sorry to say this but I am just punch-drunk on your essence
Your presence alone has opened up my heavens
The Sunset to my Beach like my name is Ben Evans
A woman like you is certainly beyond precious
I am elated to be in your attendance
You’re definitely a cut above Karren Brady from The Apprentice
God Bless and a massive Thank You to your parents
Now the other women are becoming jealous
Over your fine body, aura and elegance
That stomps out the competition like elephants
Everything about you speaks volumes of excellence
Hence why I hold you up high in terms of relevance
Queen you are the evidence
Of a woman with style, poise and eloquence
Walking and posing with sexiness and gentleness
So glad to be in the remoteness of your residence
There are not enough words in the thesaurus
To describe how immensely and regally gorgeous
It has left me rather dumb and gormless
Knowing that you look sexier than a fleet of Porsches
An elegant woman like you would always look flawless
Whether you wore a lot or very little adornments
To me you’re more than an importance
The image of you keeps galloping in my mind like thoroughbred horses
Leaving me less than cautious
Watching your body in amazement
Your attractive frame alone speaks a strong statement
No woman alive could be your replacement
Most men would want to be under your power like an enslavement
I’m so blissful to be near you and adjacent
To your existence because you’re Bruno Mars amazing
You make me feel lucky to be in your emplacement
Wow Black Queen- you really do have the power and containment
To splatter me with your essence all over the pavement
I love the fact that you’re bold, ambrosial and brazen
Like an inferno you are definitely setting my mind a blazing
If only you knew how high I hold you in admiration
It’s no wonder why you’re every man’s fascination
You always remain reticent without getting complacent
Queen- you are the biggest exemplar of a complaisant
Woman who does good by eradicating the hatred
Keeping me awakened
You are definitely above any woman’s station
Queen you deserve your regal gown and crest
Because you are the best of the best
A woman of noblesse and I’m so blessed 
To be in your presence whenever I’m stressed 
Just for the record that you are a guest
To my humble abode just in case you haven’t guessed
I don’t want you to think that I’m a right old pest
But I am just completely obsessed
With you because you’re simply the best
My mind cannot rest
As I am completely filled with zest
Kicking back in my nest
Knowing that you ARE a cut above the rest

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.)