Modern Poetry Edition #11, The People's Choice


Several submissions to the TPC edition of the MP came in late, so your

diligent editors here have decide to do a second People's Choice Award.

Some of you may have been out of town and I must say that the lackluster

participation in nominations is reflected in MP # 11 level of merit. See if

we can step it up for number 12. I already have one excellent poem slotted

in the next issue (thanks Brandon). That leaves four spot left for your

nominations. Get 'em in quick.

 

Let's go for substantial works from talented *WRITERS* please.

 

Be on the lookout for MP # 11 results soon. And vote if you haven't

already, you don't even want to know who is in the lead.

 

 

# 11 #

[7/7/04]

**Everytime - Britney Spears

World On A String - Frank Sinatra (w/b harold arlen & t. koehler)

Hey Mama - BLACK EYED PEAS

Tiptoe - Ani DiFranco

Hot Sex - A Tribe Called Quest

 

**Winner of MPulitzer

 

Modern Poetry # 11, The People's Choice

 

That's numero undici, la scelta della gente, for our Italian readers -- benvenuto!

 

This week, as one might expect, the MP has got a lot of pop stuff in here.

We appreciate all the spirited responses, but come on folks, the mission

of the MP releases is to culturate the masses. I mean Britney, a poet?

 

There is a nice one in here from Ani DiFranco. You literary analysts will

notice how she write her prose in all lower case. This is an advanced

technique where poets will attempt to draw attention to the seriousness

of their work by making it seem like they are just humble poets who

don't care about how seriously they are taken. You see how this works?!

 

As promised these are *your* choices. Props to OHHLA (Original

Hip Hop Lyrics Archive) for the ATCQ entry. Those would've been

hard to find.

 

Enjoy 'em and Rock The Vote!

 

 

Everytime - Britney Spears

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You notice me and take my hand

So why are we in strangers' land

And love is strong

Why carry on without me

 

And every time I try to fly I fall

Without my wings I feel so small

I guess I need you baby

And every time I see you in my dreams

I see your face, it's haunting me

I guess I need you baby, oh

 

I make believe that you are here

Is the only way that I see clear

What have I done

You seem to move on easy

 

And every time I try to fly I fall

Without my wings I feel so small

I guess I need you baby

And every time I see you in my dreams

I see your face, it's haunting me

I guess I need you baby

 

I may have made it rain

Please forgive me

My weakness caused you pain

And the sun smiles on me

Oh, at night I pray

That soon your face will fade away

 

And every time I try to fly I fall

Without my wings I feel so small

I guess I need you baby

And every time I see you in my dreams

I see your face, it's haunting me

I guess I need you baby

After all

 

 

World On A String - Frank Sinatra

(w/b harold arlen & t. koehler)

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Iíve got the world on a string

Iím sitting on a rainbow

Got the string around my finger

What a world, what a life - Iím in love

 

Iíve got a song that I sing

I can make the rain go

Any time I move my finger

Lucky me, canít you see - Iím in love

 

Lifeís a wonderful thing

As long as I hold the string

Iíd be a silly so-and-so

If I should ever let her go

 

 

Hey Mama - BLACK EYED PEAS

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(la la la la la)

Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama

Get on the floor and move your booty mama

We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma

(REEEEEEEWIIIIIIND)

 

Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty

Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and

Hey shorty, I know you wanna party

the way your body look really make me really feel nauuughty

Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty

Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and

Hey shorty, I know you wanna party

the way your body look really make me really feel naughty

I got a naughty naughty style and a naughty naughty crew

But everything I do, I do just for you

I'm a little bit of old, and a bigger bit of Nu

The true niggers know that the peas come thru

We never cease(NOO), we never die no we never decease (NOO)

We multiply like we mathamatice

Then we drop bombs like we in the middle east

(The bomb bombas, the base move dramas)

Naw y'all knaw, who we are

y'all knaw, we the stars

Steady rockin' on y'alls boulevards

And, lookin' hard without bodygaurds

(I do) what I can

(Y'all come thru)will.i.am

And still I stand, with still mic in hand

(So come on mama, dance to the drama)

 

Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama

(hey)get on the floor and move your booty mama

(yaw)we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma

(hey)so shake your bambama, come on now mama

Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama

(hey)get on the floor and move your booty mama

(yaw)we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma

(la la la la la)

 

We the big town stumpas, and big sound pumpas

The beat bump bumps in your trunk trunkas

The girlies in the club with the big plump plumpas

And when I'm makin' love, my hip hump humps

It never quits(NOOOO) we need to carry 9mm clips(NOOOO)

Dont wanna squize trigger, just wanna squize t*ts

(lubaluba)cause we the show stoppas

And the chief rockas, number one chief rockas

Naw y'all knaw, who we are

y'all knaw, we the stars

Steady rockin' on y'alls boulevards

How we rockin' it girl, without body guards

Now she be, Fergie, from the crew

B.E.P., come and take heed, as we take the lead

(so come on papa, dance to the drama)

 

Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama

(yaw)get on the floor and move your booty mama

(wuh)we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma

(NAWWWW, NAWWW)

 

Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty

Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and

no fakin i know you see me shakin

and the way i break it down i got the whole world quakin

Off the Richter, off the Richter, off the Richter, off the Richter, off the

Richter, off the Richter steady are you ready.

 

Hey shorty, I know you wanna party

the way your body look realli make me really feel nauuughty

But the race is not, for the swift

But who really can, take control of it

And tippa irie and the black eyed peas will be thhhheeerre

til infiniti, til infiniti, til infiniti, til infiniti, til infiniti

Tippa is ouuuuuut

Nosa dima shock, nosa dima ting

everytime you sit there i hear, bling bling

 

O wata ting, hear blacka sing

grinding, and winding

and the madda be moving in a perfect timing

and we dance and dance to the dancehall riddim

and we're really to nice, it finga lickin'

like rice and peas and chicken stuffing

Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama

(hey)get on the floor and move your booty mama

(yaw)we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma

(hey)so shake your bambama, come on now mama

Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama

(hey)get on the floor and move your booty mama

(yaw)we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma

(la la la la la [fade])

 

 

Tiptoe - Ani DiFranco

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tiptoeing through the used condoms

strewn on the piers

off the west side highway

sunset behind

the skyline of jersey

walking towards the water

with a fetus holding court in my gut

my body highjacked

my tits swollen and sore

the river has more colors at sunset

than my sock drawer ever dreamed of

i could wake up screaming sometimes

but i don't

 

i could step off the end of this pier but

i've got shit to do

and i've an appointment on tuesday

to shed uninvited blood and tissue

i'll miss you i say

to the river to the water

to the son or daughter

i thought better of

i could fall in love

with jersey at sunset

but i leave the view to the rats

and tiptoe back

 

 

Hot Sex - A Tribe Called Quest

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[Phife Dawg]

Ayo who wanna pull on Phifer long time no hear from

Suckers walkin' around talking about they could get some

But that pop is non cypher, no can do

And if you think I'm a dope, then ask the other crew

And I proceed to let you know, exactly how to flow

I'm not Lawn Doctor so just step off with the hoe

 

Oops my mistake I didn't know you went with her

Should I run down the line of the all the kids that done hit her

Don't be bitter, I hear that honey resembles a critter

I heard she likes the two on one like my man John Ritter

 

But back to the subject you can't catch wreck

You must get respect, to earn respect

Suckers think they could herb me cuz know I where specks

You're full of jokes, but you your name ain't flex

I got the riches, the bitches, I'm large like a Huxtable

You think you're all that but you're girl's quite doable

Yeah, I'm tellin' you G, to back up off me

I'm not a mad cohort, but I'm not Mr. Softee

Rappin' is an art, coming straight from the heart

So forget the chart because the action can start

 

[Q-Tip]

... where ya at? To all my peoples with the funk

I'm the undercover brother dump your hoe in the trunk

Save all the sad songs and the tearjerkers

Niggaz step up it's the lyrical worker

 

The poems that I create ain't in paper back books

The poems that I create are for hookers and the crooks

My mental is excelling cuz I dabble in the books

I'm not the one to front on, so suboops-suboops

Yo I gets the pickens, I'm such a damn Dickens

If you step to this then the plot just thickens

I'll run you around the track like a bunny and a dog

To me, your just another MC on the log

A link on the chain, fluid on the brain

I boast of hype lyrics, and yours are mardane

See I can't maintain, especially if you come back

I'm the lyrical master blaster, yeah I can do that

 

I can also do your girl, so leave the hoe at home

Cuz when I get done, I'll have her strung on bones

It's the no-joke pressure, that elevates my mind

Makes me pick up and go when it's time to drop a rhyme

My title is locked, the Abstract poetic

I'm in the idle mode but my energy's kinetic

So smooth and debonair, especially for the ear

Gotta keep my thing in gear cuz it's evident and clear

That I will rock, rock, rock [fades away]