Archive for October, 2014

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Foxy Or Foxxy?

They’re both extraordinarily sexy women
Both black and elegant with the spiciness of jerk chicken
They’re also high-flying and kickin’
Asses from United States to Great Britain
These ladies would be dealing with all types of villains
Their attractiveness have people like me all sprung and smitten
Together— they would make a perfect vision
As these two sexy foxes are always on a mission
Every fella that I know would be down 
For hanging around with Miss Foxy Brown
She’s the finest thing roaming around town
I’m probably feeling like Miss Foxy Brown deserves the crown
To most blokes of today— they might think that I’m being a bit of a clown
They believe that Foxxy Cleopatra deserves all the love, worship and praise
Admired by a lot of gays not to mention the smooth complexion on her face
Me personally would say that there’s more than enough space
For these ladies to accompany one another and grace the stage
Our young generation of women need to take more than a leaf or a page
From their books and start breaking down their mental cage
All of us lads would buss a smile
As both Foxxy and Foxy drive me insanely wild 
When they pop up— I humble up myself like a child 
Especially when their combined sexiness is piled
Looking all sweet and mild 
I’m loving the way these foxy ladies are equally styled
Making the other ladies angered and riled
Riled up with envy and jealousy
As us lads are all caught up in a reverie
Making celebratory noise like a gigantic revelry
Watching Foxy Brown swan about with her midriff splendidly
Whereas Foxxy’s walking with all spice like a sexual recipe
Miss Cleopatra looks sexy when she’s looking vex and borderline miserable
But we all know that she doesn’t compare to the original
Some would say that Brown makes Cleopatra look like an imbecile
When it comes to dealing with crooks and criminals
Foxy Brown is the epitome of invincible
Behind her street sexiness is a force of hers that’s formidable
Regardless of what people think— she’s loyal and inextricable
And what I love about her is that she’s not unsolvable and inexplicable
Stating the obvious here— she’s sexy and irresistible
Making Foxxy Cleopatra look shoddy and predictable
Despite all of this— Foxxy still looks acceptable and permissible
Like Foxy Brown— Foxxy Cleopatra appears really tasty and nutritional
And with all that glamour she is also invincible
Making the young generation of women look invisible
Where credit is due she’s got a lot of glamour
Her sexy body had me all hard like a hammer
Causing us rowdy blokes to make a hoo-ha and a clamour
Like a bunch of schoolchildren all stuffed up in a crammer
Those alluring eyes have the driving force of a rammer
Making boys want to hang onto her like a hanger
Both of Foxy and Foxxy’s combined glamour 
Would make me want to have a stammer
Making me want to behave like a right tool— call me a spanner!
So please excuse my manners
I’m just beyond infatuated with these ladies and their swagger
Got me going hard like the clappers
Making me lose my mind like those bimbos and slappers
Keeping my shit rosy like my mane was Amber
The sight of these ladies really blow my mind
I just sit back and envisage on their behinds
They’re both as foxy as they come 
Keeping me hotter than a shot of rum 
The tones of their chests and their tums
Makes me wanna bang away like a set of bongo drums
Chewing my nerves away like a piece of gum
Foxy Brown and Foxxy Cleopatra— Come here and gimme some!

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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I Just Can’t Get Over You Jacqueline

As these tears are rolling down my face 
Knowing that no woman alive could take your place
It’s been 8 years since you passed away— leaving me in this space
And even in this space you still managed to leave more than a trace
Since you’ve been gone I’ve fallen flat on my face and off the case
No woman in the world would ever match up to your style and grace
Your non-existence burns me up every time like a can of mace
Knowing that I will never again get to touch you and embrace
Since your untimely passing— I’ve felt like a right waste-of-space
Drinking my days away whilst listening to Ace Of Base
Sipping my expensive tastes such as the Ace Of Spades
Here I am just sitting here drowning in my own tears
Tears of sadness, despondency, devastation as well as my own fears
Idiots would say that big men aren’t supposed to cry— that’s for the lone queers
Right now—I’m in so much emotional bereft that I can’t even talk to my own peers
Even to this day your premature death gets the better of me
Every night I’m clutching your book titled “The Letter to Me”
People are totally wrong by saying that we were never meant to be
I miss the way you stimulate me both spiritually and mentally
Talking to you every day was always like a therapeutic remedy
You were the ultimate queen for me with the regal supremacy
We were in love with each other like a real co-dependency
This pain I’m still suffering with is what you call a read deadweight
Making me want to bounce off walls like I’m some sort of head-case
Causing myself more harm like a headache
It’s like an emotional game of Chess— call it a Checkmate
There is no woman out there like you
It would’ve been a privilege to have wined, dined and wife you
This deep-rooted sadness caused by this untimely tragedy
Hearing about you getting rushed into casualty
Made me lose all angles of my sanity
Hoping to myself that all of this was a big joke or a fallacy
We had dreams and ambitions of starting our own family
The news to this day hits me like a malady
Crying tears of pain, devastation and agony
With every woman I’m with— I see you
Your cute face, smile and your bashful giggle too
Right now I’m as quiet as a church mouse
As I’m roaming around in this big house
Holding onto your favourite black, silk blouse
Knowing that in my heart of hearts you’re my spouse
Now I really know what it’s like to be and feel alone
Especially when all I’ve got left from you is this cologne
The cologne you bought me never left me
The scent is a reminder of that your love and presence always gets me
My life will never be the same without you
It’s like a piece of paper trying to get stuck on without glue
You was and still are the love of my life
In my heart of hearts— you ARE my wife
Jacqueline Powell my darling— I’d do anything to bring you back here 
You were the only one who would wipe away my every tear
You were the wonder woman that helped me face my fears
And also the same woman who introduced me to Spandau Ballet and Tears For Fears
Even though we’re worlds apart
You will be a massive part
Of my life like my dartboard and darts
But more to the point— you’ll always be in my heart
And no tart could or would take your place
I can’t wait to join you in Heaven to see your beautiful face
And when I’m making my way there— please save me a space

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.)

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Tupac Shakur

Ladies and gentlemen— boys and girls
Everybody get your bling, your diamonds and pearls
All the bitches— the richest and also the poor
Put your hands together for Mr. Tupac Shakur
God bless the dead to the greatest rapper
Who puts these other rappers far away in the crapper
2pac was as dapper as a snapper
He keeps chicks like sweets in a wrapper
How long will they mourn me? 2pac asks us
Until the end of time said my friend Damascus
His middle finger told the whole world to fuck it 
This is the man that brought you Poetic Justice
He was equally loved… and equally hated
Can’t hate on this nigga because this nigga made it
None of today’s rappers have got shit on him
Especially on his Hollywood success on Above The Rim
Bruce Hornsby applauded him for making “Changes”
The song touched the minds of adolescent strangers
All of his songs playing see a lot of smile exchanges
A lot of people sing his songs in different tones and ranges
’96 was the year that 2pac was troublesome
Since his death; all the kids are no longer cumbersome
Fans from L.A. to Italy and also to Lewisham
No-one loves 2pac more than my boy Lucian
2pac to this day makes the today’s rappers look like clowns
Like how he was back in Digital Underground
As I’m writing this poem— I still picture him rollin’
With a blunt and some Henny still chilling with his homies
Tupac Shakur was the Ghetto Samaritan
He’s still untouchable because there’s no-one in comparison
May no man disrespect his glorious legacy
Because his style was unique like a recipe

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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Is Ratchet The New Sexy? 

Since when was it considered cool 
For a hot woman to look like a fool?
Looking like they need a lesson in style school
Talk about drowning in a vanity pool
This ratchet lifestyle has gone beyond stupidity
I’m still amazed by the lucidity
These young girls have the extreme greed and cupidity
To behave like a tart to the point of mad rancidity
Some young women are walking with a stench of lividity
Having no respect for themselves by engaging in whoring activity
Brazenly talking about being a ratchet and admittedly
Bragging about their sex lives in the most hideous imagery
I assume that stars like Rihanna and Iggy Azalea do it for the publicity
Making our generation of women stand to this agreement like a complicity
WHY are these girls having an affinity
To live the ratchet life and go down that route of duplicity
I would hate for any women I know to look like a slapper
And then expect to attract men who look smart and dapper
Dolled up looking tackier than a sweetie wrapper
Then they set their sights on a footballer or a rapper
Piercing their own minds and hearts like a dagger
As they’re aimlessly going hard like the clappers
Putting on a performance like actors
Wanting to do more than to plant a smacker
Acting overtly madder than a hatter
Bringing back the days of when whoring women were flappers
Putting good guys minds down the crapper
Once they catch on to the good guys like a trapper
In terms of being a ratchet— they’ve taken it to a whole new chapter
To me— these ratchets are an unnecessary matter
Because the majority of them smell like a red snapper
Forget the term ‘Gold-Digger— they’re more like a gold sapper
There’s no way I’d take home a strumpet
Most hungry guys would blow Iggy Azalea out like a trumpet
They would fantasize about munching her out like a crumpet
As well as checking her bumper out to give her a good “Bump It”
To say that ratchets are sexy is beyond taking the mick
Especially when all they think about is dick
And attracting the usual type of prick
Making those pricks go hard like a brick
They seem to think that they can take their pick
Of the guys whether they’re John, Peter or Rick
They’re somewhat like prostitutes turning tricks
The likes of Iggy and Nicki really do get on my wick
Strutting around with their heels— going “Clickety-Clickety Click” 
This whole ratchet behaviour makes me sick
Thinking that they’re actually a sexy and an attractive chick
When they’re jumping from dick to dick like a case of fleas and ticks
The days of a classy woman has definitely gone out the window
Girls nowadays think it’s really sexy to look like a frigging bimbo
These damn ratchets should get a slice from Kimbo
For the sheer fact that they look like a weirdo
I do not think that being a ratchet is considered attractive
I’m sure that to most gents these kind of women are adaptive
To their sleazy lifestyles which seems morally inactive
Coupled with the fact that they love using their tarty tactics
It’s got the youth of today becoming distracted
And obsessed with these bimbos and their antics
NEWSFLASH: These slappers do NOT pay your taxes
The ideology of good women these days have gone up their jacksies! 

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.)

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Anna Richardson— This Woman Rocks My World

Taking me back to when she presented Love Bites
I’ve never seen a woman like her take me by surprise
A 6 year-old me taking in a pretty sight
A pretty sight of that presenter
Had all of the women in the 90’s look like a damn pretender
She had my erection holding me down like I was a pensioner
This woman had me all heated to the point I checked my temperature
How could this presenter be hard to remember?
Her attractiveness had me all caught up like I was in my mum’s placenta
All the guys are going mad like they’ve got a malady or a distemper
To this day she maintains sexiness from January to December
Young men like myself would do anything to defend her
Protect her like a SAS guard or a defender
When I was a child she strummed my heartstrings like a Fender
Just her presence alone is enough to evoke and engender
Anything that she wore— she graced it with elegance and splendour
Those sexy eyes of hers always made me feel weak and tender
Her appearances on TV over the years did more than just contribute and render
Miss Richardson is definitely a credit to her gender!
She was my first TV crush
Like Jennifer Paige it was MORE than just a little crush
My hands start palpitating and my body overall gets a sudden rush
Right down to the point when my face starts to blush
Finding it hard to detangle myself like a brush
Itching away rigorously as if I’ve got thrush
She makes sneezing and coughing look sexy and lush
Watching her for too long has turned me into slush
I love the way her body graces those dresses that make her look plush
Making my body and emotions bursting to gush
Her skin always looks flawless
As ever, her body and smile is beyond gorgeous
Making me look at her looking all dumb and gormless
With that sassy sex appeal of Lucy Lawless
Got me and my boys leaking away like broken faucets
Even to this day I’m hooked on her elegance
I’m definitely hooked on her every little element
The feelings are there in my heart, soul and skeleton
Her smooth sexy face is a picture of relevance
With the soft red lips of gentleness
Every year she look good and she’s full of benevolence
Damn Anna! She’s the L’Oreal because she’s got the excellence
And I just can’t help it if I’m aroused by her eloquence
She makes today’s young women look vague and nebulous
That smile of hers is titillating and provocative
The sound of her voice is really suggestive and evocative
Just watching her and thinking about her makes me feel positive
If only I had the right and the prerogative
To touch and caress that silky head of hair
Looking into that sensuous glare
A glare that’s (usually in this day) so rare
She was and STILL IS a breath of fresh air
Thank God that I’m a man who knows his grammar
Whenever I’m commenting on this lady’s glamour
Making meticulous notes about her like a homework planner
Making me want to rejoice about her in pandemonium and clamour
I am intoxicated on her beauty— or should I say hammered?
Whoa! Please excuse my laddish manner
Every man would lay themselves out for her like a banner
Tightening their own leaks like a spanner
Oh Miss Anna Richardson— she keeps me happy in more way than a happy camper! 

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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Well Come On Then René— I’m Listening

Before I get my girlfriends in on the listen in
Your excuses better be worth me listening
Instead of trying to blind me like a pair of diamonds glistening
The thought of being in a room with you is emotionally crippling
Cheating on a good woman like me is beyond sickening
A fucker like you should’ve kept your distancing
My hate for you right now is slowly but surely thickening
I hope the woman you cheated with is totally sizzling
She must have had your black jackass dribbling
As well as your dick stiffening
The fact that you’re here sobbing and sniffling
Ready to bullshit me with excuses is beyond belittling
I find you quite messed up like a piece of scribbling
As well as repulsive— the antithesis of riveting
Back then I would overdose on you like you were Ritalin
But right now I wish that your black ugly ass was blistering
So tell me René, was this bitch worth your time?
Was she keeping your dick fresh like thyme?
Was her pussy better than mine?
I bet she wanted to buss your arse
Whilst she was giving you the all-rounded master class
I’m begging you to please tell me
About your dirty, sordid affair keeping it on a stealthy
Was her rounded robust arse nice, sexy and healthy?
Because I’m damn sure that bitch ain’t wealthy
She’s nowhere near rich as those tarts from Chelsea
I bet you that that raving whore gave you head
I also take it that she was really good in bed
Were you loving the way that her legs spread?
Right now René— our relationship is totally brown bread
Which I’m sure you know is cockney slang for DEAD
I’m pretty sure that you have enough led
In your pencil to make any woman go red
What you did to me was beyond dread
By anyone’s standards
I’d kill a man for you if your name was slandered
I would hold your corners down like an anchor
For a man like you? You are what I now call a wanker
René— I really want to cut you out of my life like a cancer
You’re starting to bore me senseless like Ned Flanders
I am beyond fucking pissed off and angered
As well as emotionally stranded
I thought that with a man like you— I’ve definitely landed
On my feet when you gave me security, love and banter
I’m still waiting for the bloody justifications
I’m waiting for your pitiful excuses and aimless persuasions
René you need to kick rocks and get stuffed
Maybe some of your friends might be chuffed
To bits with your ridiculous actions which could get you cuffed
You’ve officially waved goodbye to my trust
I’m in total disgust
As I’ve previously discussed
I’m tempted to give your face a good old-fashioned punching
If you do not say something
It’ll be your crown jewels that’ll get a crushing
And get stamped on like a dumpling
Before I move my feet to start walking…

You better open your mouth and start talking

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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I’m Just A Sucker 4 Women In Little Black Dresses

Thank you to the ladies— Rozalyne, Raissa and Yasheen
The sight of you three keeps me filled up like a bowl of hot dasheen
You ladies look sleek, sexy and precious
In spite of all of your daily stresses
You still look good in those little black dresses
Your sexiness needs no edits
Always bringing out my inner smile like Texas
I love you sexy ladies in your little black dresses 
Strutting around and tossing back your sleekly styled tresses
And here I am just bathing in your essence
Losing all of my senses
As I’m in awe of you ladies looking perfect like sketches
Spinning my head around like a GS300 Lexus
As you sexy bunch glisten well like a diamond encrusted necklace
Making those invidious jealous women look like heifers
Half of those cows look worn out like a pair of Skechers
Let’s give a shout-out to Chloe White, Binta and my African queen Diana
Rocking the hourglass figures with the excitement of Guyana
I wish you women would come to me and get on me
Especially when you’re wearing those LBD’s made by Givenchy
With all you ladies in LBDs— forget breakfast at Tiffany’s 
Forget me having these lightning bolts and epiphanies
Your sexiness has me snowed up like Brittany
Making me want to spear into you lot like Britney
Houston we’re gonna have problem here— call me Whitney!
The way Rozalyne carries herself with dignity
With the elegance of written calligraphy
Coupled with the fact that she deliciously
Looks delicious in her LBD keeping us guys in agreement and complicity
I would gladly be kept in captivity
By Raissa— who wears LBDs consistently
Guys like me are chasing her with consonance and consistency
Oh dear Brother
I am merely just a sucker
Bug-a-Boo and Bugger Bugger
Right now I feel like screaming out ‘MOTHERFUCKER’
Most dudes would just sit back and blubber
Fly from one wall to the other like Flubber
As well as vibrate themselves for pleasure like a buzzer
I’m melting away like a tub a of warm butter
Stuffing my mind with sexual clutter
The point that I’m making is that I’m just a sucker
For ladies in LBDs getting me all hard like a slugger
As well as getting me all heated up like Caribbean supper
I’m speechless to the point of wanting to stumble and sputter
I’m just a sucker for the girls in the little black Givenchy
The dress that screams out “Come and get in me!”
I’m pointing at the ladies like a firing arrow
Because they’re looking sexy in their little black sparrows
The blackest of black sitting on their slinky bodies like a shadow
Making the likes of Ernesta and Lauren appear depthless and shallow
Looking like a couple of walking marshmallows
Trying to stay fresh and clean like newly-grown mallows
Lauren in a LBD looks really off-putting, unhealthy and sallow
Making all guys roll away like a wheelbarrow
Binta— her fine ass in a black Chanel number
That body of hers had my mind in a slumber
The way that dress fits on her body hug-tight like a jumper
When it comes to my time— I can hold back and cumber 
Especially for the LBD divas as I’m checking out their bumpers
The kind of sexiness that attracts men like prey to hunters
Trying to grab a piece of you ladies with speed like coyotes and road runners
I am extremely addicted to you ladies like drugs
Wanting to crawl all over your bodies like critters and bugs
Trying to be extra gentleman instead of being like a bunch of super thugs
Acting woolly-headed like expensive carpets and Persian rugs
Ladies in LBDs have that expensive sexiness and extensive edginess
As opposed to the likes of heifers who walk around with the excessive scariness
Acting ridiculously stupid with their bags full of expressive pettiness
Rozalyne, Raissa, Chloe and Binta
Yasheen, Eshe and all the other ladies make me want to lose control like a printer
Looking at you all in LBDs make me want to take off like an Olympic sprinter
Or just get stuck into my own madness like a splinter!

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.)