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Light vs. Dark

Posted: January 29, 2015 in Uncategorized

Light vs. Dark

Light vs. Dark
LIGHT

There’s something so right
When you’re walking in the light
Shining like a star that’s so bright
Taking off like a kite
Feeling lighter than a packet of Walker’s Lite
As I kick off like the footie legend Ian Wright
With these rhymes that I write
Keeping myself right
And straightforward as well as upright
I would like to be the light
That people can see during the night
Whenever I decide to take flight
Without giving anyone a fright
Turning people’s faces white
Like they’ve seen a ghost from the Isle of Wight
This bright beam of light is so bright
That it reminds me of a flashlight
I feel like a knight
Riding into the night
Much to my haters delight
And their spite or despite
As they’re sipping on Sprite
This bright light
Keeps me on top like a height
Holding me together like a building site
Trying my best to look like a pretty sight

DARK

I’m sitting in the park
In the dark
Having a lark
With my mate Mark
Taking the piss as he leaves his mark
We’re strolling through the streets like Superman Clark
Terrorizing car parks
Rooting around like aardvarks
Making squiggly lines like stretch marks
As the day has darkened
People are becoming disheartened
As they trash people’s houses and gardens
Throwing stones at expensive apartments
Shouting A-HAAAA at people like Alan Partridge
Random nutters are trailing off the department
Whenever they see red like scarlet
Staggering around like zombies and piss-artists
These dark-minded clowns are coming through like bombardments
Keeping safe with each other like compartments
Getting tighter than undergarments
I find this whole situation rather alarming
As I’m walking through the darkness
Facing up to the hardness
Holding me off the floor like a harness
In the worst kind of harshness
Watching these zombie-like idiots try their hardest
To pin their nastiness down to the ground like carpets
Behaving like they’re brainless and retarded
As well as black-hearted
And how this all started
Was due to the skyfall of darkness
The terror of these brutes has sharpened
Which now has me at times startled

Copyright © 2012, 2013 René Olivierre all rights reserved (Taken from the book “L.I.F.E. —Living In Faith Everyday”); written by René Olivierre and published by The Olivierrean Experience (T.O.E.)

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Oestrogen Overload!

Posted: January 25, 2015 in Uncategorized

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Oestrogen Overload— A Room Full Of Fine Yet Hormonal Hot Women

Am I definitely in the right place?
I ask with a mad smile on my face!
As I turn up with style and grace
To see the room packed with women all over the place
Seeing them dance to songs from Ace Of Base
Whilst I’m standing here confused like a waste-of-space
Their beauty’s burning my eyes like mace
The sight of these ladies are making me feel so good like Ma$e
I’m knotted over how emotional this lot are like a lace
Women are known for being devotional
As well as being loving and emotional
But sometimes they can be considered as irreproachable
Shouting the odds as well as being non-negotiable
In the corner stands a bunch of hyped-up ladies
Causing madness due to someone spilling their Baileys
Over someone’s dress— costing the same price as a Mercedes
Losing their bloody minds as if they were totally crazy
Acting with their silly-ass tantrums like toddlers and babies
It’s the kind of madness you’d expect to have seen in the 80’s
I’m walking through having my munch-up 
I turn and I see a group of women having a good-old punch-up
All I can say is that things just got proper real
A building full of raging women is what you call the Real Deal
Keeping shit heated up like a microwave meal
To the point that they’ll pull out the stainless steel
Making the shook ones run with their high heels 
Taking to the streets with their loud mouths and start squealing
Making a whole lot of noise and catching feelings
The oestrogenic atmosphere is going through the ceilings
Because of all those shenanigans and dealings
All this oestrogen in one roof maybe some nutter’s dream
But the dream is not always what it seems
As there’s always one woman who’s emotionally bursting at the seams
This is like watching The Real Housewives of New Jersey
Where a group of strong yet despondent women get mad and shirty
When it comes to a punch-up they get down and dirty
As well as feeling amorous and flirty
With each other’s blokes— keeping themselves sweet like a bar of Hershey’s
With a group of women in one place tends to be highly competitive 
To the point where there becoming bitchy and insensitive
This bitchy oestrogenic atmosphere does become boring and repetitive
Real women would stop and aim to live in peace with each other like a sedative
As well as stand and guard one another like a preventative
This hormonal and oestrogenic mise en scène is usually argumentative
Which makes at least one woman feel emotional and hypersensitive
Amidst all of their dramas— they all looked damn foxy and fine
I’m intoxicated on their presence like a bottle of red wine
That woman on the second row, third last is just dead fine
Damn these women! They totally blow my mind
With their cute faces, bodies with some fine behinds
So sexy, sleek and sublime
Each of these ladies are a fine design
The way they’re dressed to the nines
Wishing at least one of these ladies were mine
The pile-up of oestrogen often leads to bitchiness
As well as leading to silliness and giddiness
This is what you call Oestrogenic Overload
Where emotions and bitchiness can always be seen as overthrown
Getting their NeNe and Phaedra on to the point that it gets overblown

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.)

I AM MY OWN SHOT-CALLER!

Posted: January 23, 2015 in Uncategorized

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I Am an OMG (One-Man Government)

Unlike the no-brains, idiots and fools
I am that man that lives by his own rules
It’s this kind of attitude that should be taught in all schools
Which in a way makes me glisten like a fistful of jewels
Fuck everybody else and fuck you too
Nobody tells me what I can or can’t do
I’m large and in charge
Like a lieutenant and a sarge
I will continue to step out and march
Continuing to build up my arch
As I’m running game in my own yard
This boss right here is as level-headed as Marge
The battery going strong without a recharge
Everything I say and do comes straight from the heart
Without going doolally to the point of going off-chart
I am my own bodyguard
To my own superstar
This OMG stands for One Man Government
I’m amazed by everyone’s faces in wonderment
In the words of Justin— I’m lovin’ it
Keeping myself on the move like redwood
Eradicating the no-chancers and deadwood
As well as the irritants behaving worse than Jedward
Rest in peace Mr. East-End Edward
If you don’t wanna start something
Better you keep it mute and say nothing
From one thing to another thing
That just keeps me bumping and jumping
Constantly diving and ducking
Not giving a fuck and
As usual I’m always getting into nutting
Without sounding arrogant— I am unstoppable
I also believe that I can achieve the impossible
With the boss movements of a chief surgeon at a hospital
Overtaking the likes of a Detective Constable
Whilst I’m still young— I’ve still got some room to grow
But for now I’m the man that’s currently running the show!

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.)

We Are The…

Posted: January 22, 2015 in Uncategorized

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We’re The…

We’re the…
Bonnie and Clyde
Beyoncé and Jay-Z
We’re dirty dancing like Patrick Swayze
A note to all the haters
We’re the new Will and Jada
The new Brad and Angelina
So forget Ike and Tina
We’re the Victoria and David
Always loved and always hated
We’re the Kimora and Russell
Always caught up in a hustle
The better version of Russell and Katy
Getting more fucked up than Haiti
We are Heidi and Seal
Always keeping it real
We’re the Coleen and Wayne Rooney
All the time we’re keeping it loony
We’re the Usher and Tameka
Tighter than a fresh wife-beater
We’re the Sven and Nancy
Dining in places that are fancy
We’re bouncing from one end to the next
Like a couple of chimpanzees
We’re the Richard and Judy
Keeping things like a smoothie
We’re making sure
That everything is running smoothly
We’re the David and Iman
Blowing up like Iran
We’re the Katie and Peter
Getting all hot like a heater
And we’re the Pete and Kate Moss
Making moves like a boss 

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.)

Razia Ahmed & René Olivierre (190)

I Think I’m Falling For You Woman…

My oh my!
You’ve got my temperature high
May I say that you’re looking kind of fly
Simply the most attractive thing passing my eye
In a weird way I feel like a lucky guy
Because your presence is beyond hard to deny
Any idiot wouldn’t dare defy
You, somehow decided to take me as your good guy
Trapped me and kept me on watch with your watchful eye
Watching me all day and night like a damn spy
Got me looking up to you as if I was looking up to the sky
Right now I just want to sit back and sigh
Sigh at your body full of greatness
At first glance I thought you were totally dateless
I thought all Amazonian women were famous
Especially how most of them look sexy and ageless
Your sexiness should be considered a crime that’s heinous
Making the other women in your position look aimless and faceless
Walking around with an aura filled with lameness
What you’re doing to me is outrageous
Having me holed up here in this room so spacious
But damn woman! Your laugh and smile is contagious
Reminding me of those showgirls in Las Vegas
Hanging around me like a drunk cocktail waitress
I will admit that you are alluring
Being trapped with you has been somewhat enduring
I’ve never seen a woman that’s so self-assuring
To an extent you were taking the piss like urine
I can’t believe you’ve got feelings for me that’s so strong and ensuring
It had me knocked for 6 as if I’d fallen on a hard mooring
At first I thought it was a catch 22
But now I’m stuck on you like glue
Looking tasty like Chicken Gordon Bleu
Hotter than a fresh brew
Fizzing me up like a bottle of IRN-BRU
Got me all hot and steamy like a pot of chicken stew
Your body looks more bulletproof like La Roux
Strangely— I’m catching feelings for you
In the same speed that I’m catching the flu
Looking at you— I’m always enjoying the view
Forget ruining your mascara when I’m aiming to ruin your lipstick
I want you to come hard at me like a total dipstick
Right now I want to make love to you like a misfit
Go into town on you like a fat kid having a picnic
Everything about you is just madly sadistic
Which kind of compliments my artistic
Looking at you and your body is beyond addictive
I can NOW see why guys would get ballistic
Over you— Maybe those emotions are built in or intrinsic
Even as I’m held prisoner here my moods over you are getting twisted
You yourself just wanna have me alone without the thought of a triptych
I never knew those feelings you have for me really existed
The way you carry yourself is like a mad woman in an apocalypse flick
So much for making good times out of weird situations
This weirdness makes my other encounters look like stories and simulations
Maybe I am losing the plot
But I really think you’re hot

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.)

I Feel Alive Again…

Posted: January 17, 2015 in Uncategorized

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You Brought Me Back To Life

I felt like screaming with joy and effervescence
You brought me back to life like Evanescence
I loved the way your body move when you dance
You had me hard like a soldier’s stance
I blossomed brightly like flowers
I could stay in your arms for hours
You were so beautiful and caring
I wanted you to myself- no sharing!
Miss Limara, I felt your exuberance
Happiness was an understatement; I called it jubilance
You’ve had me smiling and giggling like a boy again
I’d never thought I’d find joy again
Your illustrious black hair
I loved every style that you wear
I wanted to hold you and sway
Sway carelessly to the songs that we play
Cheek to cheek then lips to lips 
In unison for a euphoric, romantic bliss
I wanted you with a hardcore passion
Your sexiness stays with me like fashion
I loved your eyes and your smile
Your smile took me over the aisle
This romance was true like Spandau Ballet
I was spinning around like the girls doing ballet
You made me feel free again
Because of you, I am now me again
I was feeling revved up like a Camara
Damn woman I’m so into you Miss Limara

Copyright © 2015 René Olivierre all rights reserved

Paige’s Words From Her Page

Posted: January 8, 2015 in Uncategorized

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I’m All Yours… And YOURS ONLY II
(An Ode from Miss Paige)

I will forever stay and remain faithful
To a man like you because you’re graceful
A man like you deserves my appraisal
Because of you I’m forever grateful
You and I are a sexy interracial
It’s your patience that keeps us stable
I love kissing all over your body and your navel
You make me feel more alluring than Sable
Although your body sometimes feels cold-hearted and glacial
You always stay hot and tasty like a bagel
That’s why I love to get playful
Take scoops of you like a ladle
I feel more than gainful
No more– should we suffer anything that’s painful
And there shall be no signs of betrayal
Babe it’s your body that I want to cradle
I’m wanting you to pierce into me like a staple
You can lean on me like a table
All our jealous friends are turning hateful
To the point that they’re turning all baleful
Let them have their Fool’s Day like April
When we’re together, our feelings become natal
Kissing in public in a manner that’s so disgraceful
Tongues all over the place in a way that’s distasteful
I love the way we’re behaving disdainful 
Even though this kind of behaviour is shameful.
Together we’re enveloped in our own madness
As we’re making hot love on our mattress
Living it up in our palace
Eroding away any traces of badness
I want your hands all over my gladness 
Let me be your diva like Trish Stratus
Without getting prickly like a cactus
You are my very own Wonderland to my Alice
My Mr Smooth Blackness
I love it when we’re alone sipping our bottles of Magner’s
I will be more than faithful to you like an allegiance
I am truly yours at your convenience
As a woman I am truly appreciative of your expedience
Our relationship always has a lot of devotion and vehemence
Only in our private time will we have our moments of malfeasance
Your my life simply because you’re important and prestigious

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.)