Modern Poetry Edition #56 {Anatomy}


It's not often that the MP voting reminds me of an old Eddie Murphy
bit about rednecks, but this one did.  Got your attention?
 
Ok, it went like this.  Eddie was joking about how some rednecks
might actually just get to drinking some 'shine on election day, and 
vote for Jesse Jackson as a joke.  (It was a long time ago, you know,
when Eddie Murphy was on SNL, and yes Jesse used to run for 
President back then)  Anyway, Eddie says there're so many rednecks
who might do that that Jesse could win!  He could win!
 
Well, more than a few votes came in for a certain hottie from Eire
who sports a shaved dome.  Many came with notes about how 'this 
is a pity vote, 'cause I am sure she'll get no others.'  Wrong!  See, kind 
of like Eddie's rednecks.  Any of y'all drinkin' the 'Moonshine Whisky' 
while you were votin'?  But she won!
 
Bald and hot and from Ireland = five votes.  That trounced the 
competition, with an irresistible combination of powerful special
interest groups.  Quick Hilary, get the hair clippers and the Irish
accent tapes and, uh, ok two out of three ain't bad, it might work.
 
Way to go, Sinead.  We love having you here.
 
--Sean

Modern Poetry Edition #56 {Anatomy}
[7/27/06]
Head Over Feet by Alanis Morissette
Hips Don't Lie by Shakira and Wyclef Jean
Hot Legs by Rod Stewart
These Arms Of Mine by Otis Redding
**I Want Your (Hands On Me) by Sinead O'Connor

**Winner of MPulitzer

Ready for more Modern Poetry? Of course you are.
It's been over a month since you've had some new
stuff. I know. Well, look, when you get a good
idea for some MP, send it on in.

Better yet, wrap a theme around it, package 5
Modern poems together and send it all in with some
witty banter introducing the topic. It doesn't
have to be all that witty either; you've seen the
crap I've sent out.

So be on the lookout for some sweet MP, and
remember, "the better you look, the more you see."

Here's a full body rubdown of MP. I think it
speaks for itself, hence the above rambling.
That was mainly so I didn't have to address each
of these Modern Poems individually.

Plus these are bad, bad, poems. Really bad.
So this week vote, but if you want to, you can
Vote for 'None of the above.'

Newbies, you vote by sending me and email with
something clear and pithy like, "gotta be my
man, Otis." That's it. Black guys, help the
white guys.

Enjoy. Vote. Listen to Van.

--Sean


Modern Poetry Edition #56 {Anatomy}
[7/27/06]
Head Over Feet by Alanis Morissette
Hips Don't Lie by Shakira and Wyclef Jean
Hot Legs by Rod Stewart
These Arms Of Mine by Otis Redding
I Want Your (Hands On Me) by Sinead O'Connor

**Winner of MPulitzer



Head Over Feet by Alanis Morissette
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I had no choice but to hear you
You stated your case time and again
I thought about it

You treat me like I'm a princess
I'm not used to liking that
You ask how my day was

You've already won me over in spite of me
Don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet
Don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are
I couldn't help it
It's all your fault

You're love is thick and it swallowed me whole
You're so much braver than I gave you credit for
That's not lip service

You are the bearer of unconditional things
You held your breath and the door for me
Thanks for your patience

You're the best listener that I've ever met
You're my best friend
Best friend with benefits
What took me so long

I've never felt this healthy before
I've never wanted something rational
I am aware now
I am aware now

Hips Don't Lie by Shakira and Wyclef Jean
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Ladies up in here tonight
No fighting, no fighting
We got the refugees up in here
No fighting, no fighting

Shakira, Shakira

I never really knew that she could dance like this
She makes a man want to speak Spanish
Como se llama, bonita, mi casa, su casa
Shakira, Shakira

Oh baby when you talk like that
You make a woman go mad
So be wise and keep on
Reading the signs of my body

And I'm on tonight
You know my hips don't lie
And I'm starting to feel it's right
All the attraction, the tension
Don't you see baby, this is perfection

Hey Girl, I can see your body moving
And it's driving me crazy
And I didn't have the slightest idea
Until I saw you dancing

And when you walk up on the dance floor
Nobody cannot ignore the way you move
your body, girl
And everything so unexpected - the way
you right and left it
So you can keep on taking it

I never really knew that she could dance like this
She makes a man want to speak Spanish
Como se llama, bonita, mi casa, su casa
Shakira, Shakira

Oh baby when you talk like that
You make a woman go mad
So be wise and keep on
Reading the signs of my body

And I'm on tonight
You know my hips don't lie
And I am starting to feel you boy
Come on let's go, real slow
Don't you see baby asi es perfecto

Oh I know I am on tonight my hips don't lie
And I'm starting to feel it's right
All the attraction, the tension
Don't you see baby, this is perfection
Shakira, Shakira

Oh boy, I can see your body moving
Half animal, half man
I don't, don't really know what I'm doing
But you see to have a plan
My will and self restraint
Have come to fail now, fail now
See, I am doing what I can, but I can't so
you know
That's a bit too hard to explain

Baila en la calle de noche
Baila en la calle de dia
Baila en la calle de noche
Baila en la calle de dia

I never really knew that she could dance like this
She makes a man want to speak Spanish
Como se llama, bonita, mi casa, su casa
Shakira, Shakira

Oh baby when you talk like that
You know you got me hypnotized
So be wise and keep on
Reading the signs of my body

Seņorita, feel the conga, let me see you
move like you come from Colombia

Mira en Barranquilla se baila asi, say it!
Mira en Barranquilla se baila asi

Yeah
She's so sexy every man's fantasy
a refugee like me back with the Fugees
from a 3rd world country
I go back like when 'pac carried crates for
Humpty Humpty
I need a whole club dizzy
Why the CIA wanna watch us?
Colombians and Haitians
I ain't guilty, it's a musical transaction
No more we do snatch ropes
Refugees run the seas 'cause we own our
own boats

I'm on tonight, my hips don't lie
And I'm starting to feel you boy
Come on let's go, real slow
Baby, like this is perfecto

Oh, you know I'm on tonight and my
hips don't lie
And I'm starting to feel it's right
The attraction, the tension
Baby, like this is perfection

No fighting
No fighting

Hot Legs by Rod Stewart
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Who's that knocking on my door
Its gotta be a quarter to four
Is it you again coming round for more
Well you can love me tonight if you want
But in the morning make sure youre gone
Im talkin to you
Hot legs, wearing me out
Hot legs, you can scream and shout
Hot legs, are you still in school
I love you honey

Gotta most persuasive tongue
You promise all kinds of fun
But what you dont understand
Im a working man
Gonna need a shot of vitamin E
By the time youre finished with me
I'm talking to you
Hot legs, youre an alley cat
Hot legs, you scratch my back
Hot legs, bring your mother too
I love you honey

Imagine how my daddy felt
In your jet black suspender belt
Seventeen years old
Hes touching sixty four

You got legs right up to your neck
Youre making me a physical wreck
Im talking to you
Hot legs, in your satin shoes
Hot legs, are you still in school
Hot legs, youre making me a fool
I love you honey

Hot legs, making your mark
Hot legs, keep my pencil sharp
Hot legs, keep your hands to yourself
I love you honey
Hot legs, youre wearing me out
Hot legs, you can scream and shout
Hot legs, youre still in school
I love you honey

These Arms Of Mine by Otis Redding
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These arms of mine
They are lonely, lonely and feeling blue
These arms of mine
They are yearning, yearning from wanting you

And if you would let them hold you
Oh, how grateful I will be
These arms of mine
They are burning, burning from wanting you
These arms of mine
They are wanting, wanting to hold you

And if you would let them hold you
Oh, how grateful I will be
Come on, come on baby
Just be my little woman, just be my lover, oh
I need me somebody, somebody to treat me right, oh
I need your woman's loving arms to hold me tight
And I...I...I need...I need your...I need your tender lips

I Want Your (Hands On Me) by Sinead O'Connor
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I want your hands on me
What I want, give me
You know I wanna please you
What I wanna do to you

You don't waste no time, do you?
You know I'm looking through you
Why you wanna tease me
I want you to come and please me

Put'em on, put'em on, put'em on me
Put'em on, put'em on, put'em on me
Put'em on, put'em on, put'em on me
Put'em on, put'em on, put'em on me
Put'em on, put'em on, put'em on me
Put'em on, put'em on, put'em on me
Put'em on, put'em on, put'em on me
Put'em on, put'em on, put'em on me

You know that I can thrill you
I want you call me to you
I wanna move, will you?
I really wanna feel you

Put'em on, put'em on, put'em on me
Put'em on, put'em on, put'em on me
Put'em on, put'em on, put'em on me
Put'em on, put'em on, put'em on me
Put'em on, put'em on, put'em on me
Put'em on, put'em on, put'em on me
Put'em on, put'em on, put'em on me
Put'em on, put'em on, put'em on me

Put your hands on me
Put your hands on me
Put your hands on me
Put your hands on me
Put your hands on me
Put your hands on me
Put your hands on me

Put'em on, put'em on, put'em on me
Put'em on, put'em on, put'em on me
Put'em on, put'em on, put'em on me
Put'em on, put'em on, put'em on me
Put'em on, put'em on, put'em on me
Put'em on, put'em on, put'em on me
Put'em on, put'em on, put'em on me
Put'em on, put'em on, put'em on me

Hands, gimme love
Hands, gimme loads
Hands, gimme love
Hands, gimme loads

I want your
Feelings
Gimme, yes

Aaahhhh

Put'em on, put'em on, put'em on me
Put'em on, put'em on, put'em on me
Put'em on, put'em on, put'em on me
Put'em on, put'em on, put'em on me
Put'em on, put'em on, put'em on me
Put'em on, put'em on, put'em on me
Put'em on, put'em on, put'em on me
Put'em on, put'em on, put'em on me

Hands, gimme love
Hands, gimme loads
Hands, gimme love
Hands, gimme loads

I want your
Feelings
Gimme, yes