Posts Tagged ‘beauty’


Oh Limara— You Are Such A Beautiful Woman

Damn you Miss Limara
Your presence had me bowled over like the cricketer Brian Lara
A woman like you had me all hard like body armour
The Mount Grace days of when life was much calmer
Seeing you kept me and my batteries up like a charger
I would have signed away my life to you like a treaty or a charter
We could have been something that’s bigger and larger
I was secretly attracted to you like gold diggers to gold and fools to a snake charmer
Most roadmen wished they could plant a field of you like a farmer
Wishing that they could keep you wrapped up warm like a parka
As well as wanting to be the modern day Clyde Barrow and Bonnie Parker
Limara you are the type of woman most people would cry for
You have the body and presence most women would die for
Wow woman! We could have been the perfect dream team
Back in the days of the Grace when I wanted to taste you like ice-cream
Your sassiness made all my brothers and I scream
You never failed to gleam
Everything about you just beamed
You’re so hot to the point that I wanted to blow my steam
As an extraordinary woman— you were EVERY black man’s dream
I was on the verge of bursting at every seam
All the boys at school were totally whipped by you as if they were whipped cream
I had admired you always for your high self-esteem
Your sultriness was understated as opposed to being totally extreme
Looking at you now— you’ve still got the modern-day regal presence of a queen
I feel like a fool for not asking you if I could be your king
To me, you were more than a great deal like a ream
It hit me proper that we had grown away
Even at a point when your smiles had me blown away
You were a rarity to me— a black woman who’s good looking and nice
Me being a fool was running like a few headless chickens and mice
Reminiscing about you whilst I was tucking into my peas and rice
Going all cold and numb like I’ve just showered myself in ice
Now I’m sitting here like a flipping slice
Thinking to myself; “Wow damn Limara! You were and STILL ARE a woman of spice!”
We could have been the road version of J.Lo and P. Diddy
Looking at your picture makes me feel all warm, fuzzy and giddy
Giggling to myself foolishly like a little kiddy
I wish I could just wrap myself around you like a middy
I’ll be the first to admit that I was a total fool
Because I didn’t have the bottle to ask you out at school
And furthermore— I was too busy trying to look cool
When in the end I looked and felt like a complete tool
You always reminded me of a Nubian beauty
The type of woman with a nice smile, body and booty
I always saw you as a cutie
A total antithesis to those girls who were beyond kooky
Right now I’m sitting here thinking about what could have been
A potential night of surreal bliss with your skin against my skin
All of those hopes and dreams have now been dashed in the bin
Thinking about you has sent me into a whirlwind spin
Feeling the sharpness of reality like a pin
Definitely a cut above the average Lynne
We really could’ve been the black version of Chris and Gwyn
Whatever happens from now I just wanna tell you this
I want to wish your life is forever in a state of unreal bliss
And that it stays sweet like the chocolates from Swiss
Don’t ever let people take the piss 
Miss Limara… Let me at least send you a kiss

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.)


Yasheen II

This Woman’s Ja-Making Me Crazy!

I’m often phlegmatic and lazy
But this woman has me all perky like a daisy
Her curves has me all hazy
And all laid-back as if I was wavy
She is one in a Milian because she’s all gravy
This black ensemble she’s wearing is ever demure yet racy
Her alluring figure has all the guys going zany
If I’m being honest here— this woman looks tasty
Making all the modern black British women here look pasty
I’m seeing jealous women who are nasty and flaky
Just because this fine Jamaican’s body all nice and shapely
That’s why men are tossing off to her pictures on a daily
Behind all of that booty and beauty— she’s also brainy
Sending horny men flying to the nearest wine house like Amy
The joker-ass Jafaicans are acting all dubious and shady
As well as moving around in a manner so snaky
Acting and performing constantly like Kevin Spacey
Her sexiness and enchantment is making us men crumble like a pastry
To put it simple— this woman is ja-making us crazy
She’s making our heads a right turner like Lacey
With those fabulous legs in those tights looking rather lush and lacy
As she struts the streets of London so stately and greatly
With the classiness and sassiness of a modern black lady
As the cab drivers turn around to watch her so hasty
Without giving a toss about their own safety
Even looking at this woman has me talking rather faintly
Wanting me to release the best like Patrick Swayze
This lady’s looking flashier than a new Mercedes
She’s not your average Miss Tracy
As she prances around London all strong with bravery
A fine specimen from Jamaica
With the watch of wastemen tossing their dough like bakers
Her body and presence is a breath-taker
She is the ultimate ice-breaker
With enough audacity to turn goody two-shoes into troublemakers
I don’t blame her
That in these tough times she’d rather be the paperchaser
She would laugh in the face of danger and failure
As she is aiming to do better for the greater
Getting rid of her haters like a cheese grater
Always on the move like trainers
I’m sure she’s entertaining like film trailers
She’s giving thanks always to the Creator
This woman gives a stark warning to all players
Chopping their egos down to fuck up like razors
She goes by the name of Yasheen
With looks and a personality to match— she’s quite dashing
She has all the brothas out here cussing and tongue-lashing
And all the sistas all arguing and clashing
With their egos crashing
As Yasheen’s still strutting and flashing
Sorry… I meant flaunting her goodness
The same goodness that attracts us men like tourists
Her attractiveness is driving me mental
When I’m chewing away on my Airwaves Menthol
After eating some oriental
I’m on the verge of another tremble
This lady has the credentials of a model
Especially when she’s wearing that sexy ensemble

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.)

Women With Their Handbags & Gladrags

Handbags & Gladrags

This woman looks so glamorous
And she always looks so lovingly and amorous
She’s different to the noisy and the clamorous
Haters want to diss her and become slanderous
Simply because they’re just moody and cantankerous
The other ladies and their greed has become first-class avarice
All the men are over-ecstatic and rapturous
The gay men are watching with a look that’s hazardous
Just because she’s flashy like the paparazzi and their cameras
The jealous women are behaving proper harmful and cancerous
Bragging about their pussy being all deep and cavernous
This glamorous woman’s spirit is the antithesis of languorous
That’s why those other women appear to be bitter and rancorous
This woman’s the real deal with her head screwed on like a graduate
Having to deal with idiots and their backwardness
She is a credit to most aspirants
When she catches every tear like handkerchiefs
She’s got that Dixon-style appeal—alluringly scandalous
The boys in the corner are looking at her with a look so ravenous
Getting a high off her presence and beauty like a bag of cannabis
This lady in the orange dress is too polite and magnanimous
Her sassiness will knock out any antagonist
And lay them out in the back of an ambulance
She speaks her mind like a bunch of level-headed activists
She is fearless— the antithesis of someone who’s pusillanimous
I love the way she struts around in designer gear and handbags
With a massive diamond ring carrying the weight of sandbags
Looking super-attractive in her tight-fitting gladrags
Looking down her nose to the jealous tarts and fat slags
As she’s looking to jet off like a black jag
The green-eyed bitches are giving her lip and backlash
Trying to itch on this woman’s beauty like a back rash
There’s always one damn jackass
Trying to chuck in their two cents of waste like badlands
A stunner like this woman makes the other women look slapdash
No wonder why they’re acting like they’ve got anthrax
With their skin all dry like a landmass
This woman is going places like a backpack
Looking at her has me in deep thoughts and flashbacks
Like I’m reminiscing on a coast in Scotland by the sandbanks
Her black skin in a red dress looking like a game of blackjack
Looking tastier than a slice of flapjack
Trying not to step out of line or backtrack
She is the classy saloon whereas the others are clapped-out hatchbacks
Most men are on the Rule tip—wanting to clap back
Her presence is beyond captivating
It has ALL the hot-blooded males activating
Their movements— watching their competition in aggravation
I would be one of many people to be backing and advocating
Whatever she does in life as opposed to sit back and keep annotating
I think we’re all in agreement here that she looks fascinating
Her voluptuous frame has all the envious girls all agitating
But to her— she just continues to keep on liberating and emancipating

Copyright © 2012 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.)

Not Your Typical Blonde

Chloe White

This young woman is seen as a temptress
By my friends going hard at it like a bench-press
Like any other woman she carries excess
She’s a commoner unlike the Daily Express
This girl’s a positive egress
Getting on the guy’s heads like an head-dress
Don’t let the black dress fool you
Her cleverness could easily school you
She has brains as well as beauty
Wastemen turn around to watch her booty
After they do that; they become loony
But on the whole she’s bubbly like a Jacuzzi
Her presence never fails to move me
She entertains me like a Hollywood movie
As we all know that she’s beyond
The typical, conventional blonde
She has got a clever head on her shoulders
Who works herself harder than boulders
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
She presents herself neatly like a folder

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.)

My Conception of The Perfect Woman

My Conception of The Perfect Woman

She’s a beauty made from God’s perfect vision
Her skin’s so smooth and nails are done to precision
The inner beauty’s warm– I would never had envisioned
A soldier and a fighter– accomplishing her mission
This woman’s so vibrant– you don’t know what you’re missing
She’s in a league of her own and has them other cats hissing
Her walk’s so sexy– she has the jealous women dissing
The type of jealousy that can cause a serious division
Her flexibility can put her in all sorts of positions
She plays tricks with guys like mad magicians
The men are harping away like jazz musicians
Still drawn to her body like fashion issues!
All eyes on her like lips and tongues kissing
Turning their heads round like a contortionist twisting
The presence of her are like diamonds when she glistens
Her vocal tone’s so seductive– all the guys can’t help but listen
She’ll have your attention like a teacher in a lesson
She’s got me thinking about her like revision
Watching her every move like See-See TeleVision
The genie in the lamp every time you start wishing
Hooked on her presence like a n old man’s fishing
Little boys in the corner with their dicks twitching
The sweat from his brow makes him want to start switching
Myself plus this beauty plus another addition
I get a high from her like an addiction
As she cuts haters off like an excision
She’s always on my mind like a decision
Her voluptuousness eradicates away the competition
Because her sexiness and her aura’s the perfect composition
That’s why guys are giving her these mad propositions
Which to me raises some odd suspicions

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

The Making of René Olivierre

The Making of René Olivierre

I’ll tell you what makes a René Olivierre
It’s the swagger of a billionaire and the illustrious long hair
He is the modern-day black debonair
His scent alone brings a sense of fresh air
This man already has the sparkle and the flair
The kind of flair that is notably rare
As he sparkles like a diamond solitaire
He talks with a richness and eloquence
As ever— he commits himself to excellence
Because he believes he is excellent
He surrounds himself with the top bosses and presidents
As well as a camp full of role models and precedents
He carries a lot of orange stones for natural and positive elements
Wanting to make a stomp like a herd of elephants
This man is full of sophistication and elegance
His style is classy, unique and effortless
He credits the Father Almighty for his wit and his cleverness
He’s got the love for all the women with loads of tenderness
The same way that cool countries welcome new emigrants
This René geezer is full of passion and sentiments
Keeping things in order like court cases and divorce settlements
Everything that this man does he does with a lot of emphasis
He is the type of guy to provide you lots of evidence
This guy has a heart of gold, love and benevolence
To help those in need of charity and beneficence
That’s why this man is deemed important and relevant
He does not do things with carelessness
His style and swagger walk together with a resonance
People try to measure up to his intelligence
Haters try their luck with him because of his eminence
They need to call him when they’re sober like Evanescence
Idiots hating on him because he’s a lovely person with effervescence
They want to take possession like concessions on his bright fluorescence
This man usually spends time with people who are facing oppression
He aims to cure and eradicate the sadness as well as the depression
But he’s a passionate man aiming to help the adolescents
He is a non-conformist unlike acquiescence
We could all take a whiff of this man like some essence

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.)