'Modern Myth Scholarship Slam' @powerpoetry
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To be the one who speaks to a goat
to see it turn into a pink goddess
to bestow upon me a crown of flowers and blessings and luck for life?
A green goddess would suffice too I suppose.
I knew he would be bad for me.I knew his gentle touch would one day make me bleed.
Shining barely out of reach.I prayed for him to see me, waiting patiently.
We all know of Ares, the God of war.
Everyone feared him while his soul was poor.
The God was a always a brute,
but now he is back in orange skin and a black suit.
Hades Kidnapped Persephone.
Watched her tend to beautiful flowers.
Her lively appearance entranced him.
Then without a care for her feelings,
Ptah, that’s my name,
I’m the grandest of the rappers and I got a big game.
Once, I made things just by speaking
There is a problem.
Well, there are a lot of
problems,
but pretend for now that they are all just one big
problem.
One Problem.
(Do you know what it is?)
(Imagine it isn’t what you think)
A constellation bright and bold
Walks among the stars.
Like tapestries, his cloth unfolds,
He sips the dust of Mars.
Lightning cracked upon his name
The clatter of small feet on the wooden platform
Echoed through the Dig Site. “Gather around,”
The archeologist from the far-flung future
Told the grade-school students.
“We have an interesting piece for you.”
A rural road is filled with holes
By a field where wheat stalks grow
Windblown grass will dance and sway
And Cerenox come out to play
Children of the grain and night
I’m sure all humans would repent
if he was real: the Midgard Serpent.
He lives in the sea and sleeps well
but if he awoke we’d meet a freezing hell.
The pollution of the ocean poisons the earth
Be careful, my son
Do not stray too near the sun
Else you may fall and rise no more.
A shake of the head, a smile.
Do not worry, my father
Icarus shall bear me high on sturdy wings
The mighty Mars marches marvelously
Onward! Onward! His old age is a facade
In the new age with new weaponry
Comes a new war god
On the edge of this realm, there sits the Architect
He creates an intricate universe that he works to perfect
Taking a firm hand, his tools to every aspect
There is not one atom he seems to neglect
Deep down in the ocean where the blue and black meet
There's a wonderous creature very known but unique
Comes out during the day and sleeps through the night
Hiding in the shadows, out of the humans' plain sight
If Medusa was a modern-day woman, I imagine she would be a part of the MeToo movement.
He was the only brother to not be praised.
He was the only brother to not be phased.
He was the only brother to show his true face.
"This time on The Gods of Land"
Echo, the beautiful cheerleader, loved to talk
And once she had the last word, away she would walk.
During cheer practice, Hera passed by looking for her boyfriend
Usually it’s when two people love each other,
That ultimately leads to the birth of another,
But these two girls weren’t made that way,
And oh, did the king’s wife have a lot to say.
What if the Gods and Goddesses of mythology were living in our modern day? Would we see Ares, God of War, cheering during football games or rugby games? Would the weather be thunderstorms daily because of Zeus?
(Her)a
Her,
The queen bee,
The popular girl,
Dating the popular boy,
She has everything a girl could ever want,
Lossing the shoe to finding the guy stuck sleeping to prevailing for loving life apple you bite to the prince who kissed you goodnightlove and hope prevail with all its mightThe fear you had for the beast he became your loveTo the three little pig
Hera put her foot down.
Zeus didn’t understand her frown:
“It was just a night on the town!”
It was never the last time,
Though he swore it on every dime
This is the tale of Hermes
The messenger of the gods
His puckish sensibility
Often kept him at odds
His spirit is that of a traveler
This is the tale of Hermes
The messenger of the gods
His puckish sensibility
Often kept him at odds
His spirit is that of a traveler
He Rose from the Sea
Bejeweled and Bedecked
A Mission in Teaching
He Slid Through the Doors
Thinking He was Still King
Only to Find
In this New Place
He was Not
Once King
Once Not
As her hips sway to rhythm of song,
She mischievously tempts young fools along.
Her matted mound of curly hair
And viscious, cold, icy glare
Leaves all the men imobile as stone
For many this is a dreadful place
But for him it is so much more
A place where all the rooms are brightly colored
The halls filled with frowns
And a boy with a glim in his eye
Hercules JohnstonKnown throughout Olympus High as "Herc"The classic jock: strong, athletic, popularRevered far and wide for his incomparable strengthBut his true strength is lesser known
The man signs the contract
With a pen full of blood
A snap and it's gone
He sits up and looks towards the sky
In a dark office, the CEO resigns
The ruler of the Underground is a buisness man
This is a tale
Of challenge and trial
One of great hope
And the world’s denial
A young man by the name
Of David Smith Sam
Who decided to make
A wicked new jam
In high school
Athena is known for her wisdom.
always soaring never plummeting.
Competing with Ares for the ultimate win.
Focus and fearless as an owl
cunning as a snake
she always wears pure white,
I was unaware of your tricks and schemes from the beginning,
but now I am more talented than Orpheus himself.
You see,
I watched you lure many girls towards you,
Emerald eyes
A gloss strewn across them
Souls, they see through
Transparent as glass
Teeth
Talons
Larger than men
Sharper than the sharpest blades
Jagged, yet sharp to a point
Her voice so loudly echos throught the room
Such haunting beauty that lulls you close
Her voice is the choir on its own
Her choir robe sways gently with her serenity
Others in robes stared at her in awe and jelously
Like emotion and color
Time is a lie
It puts into perspective
Death and Life
Black and White
Night and Day
Another fetid shore to cleanse
Of refuse and debris that once
Again have been so carelessly
Neglected by those mortal beings.
With trident at the ready and
A forceful wave or two so he,
Aphrodite is out of touch, almost the Paris Hilton of Greece, yet acts like the 70’s never ended; free love, and the future is bright. Whether that is good or bad, up to you.
9 Muses were the foundation
But she was the key
They fit together like a lock
Holding life intricately
We all live a lie
Ms.Riding hood was scared
The innocent
lies the most snakes
I fell for it so did you
we buy the lie
so did adam and eve
they swore it was clean
pure
bliss
A brush of foundation
paints over her spotted face,
a streak of contour
sharpens her too round cheeks
a stroke of eye shadow
brigthens her dull eyes as
a smear of lipstick
Winter is a long night, a slow death
The ending of Summer’s breath
Two seasons does there exist
Soft Girl Persephone
Pastels and Pink; hair and Flower crowns
Pastels and Gold; dresses and hair clips
Pastels and Pink; blush and eyeshadow
Soft Girl Persephone,
Queen of the Underworld
Rumplestiltskin
Say his name and he will appear
He can do anything you please
Magical hands
Lost in the surf he rode the waves and took the tides with him
Black and blue he withdrew and the light faded crimson
He had no heart yet in him grew the love for the ocean
A master programmer,
No coder like her,
Arachne, the code entrepreneur.
She weaves new sites,
pictures and videos with delight,
a sight to satisfy one's appeitite.
My hero, your hero
There it is for everyone to enjoy
For me, it takes two minutes to reach
For you, it might take three
But at the end, we all meet in the dream universe
Saving us from the worldly issues
Zeus lounges in the booth of a bar
Beard scraggly, teeth yellowed
He smiles at women who sip vodka and martinis.
My name is Orpheus
I'm very soft and sad
I write music on my guitar
I often think it's bad
My instagram fans disagree
They know me as the "sad boy"
They stream all my music
Attacked on the steps of my own church,
I sought the guidance of god.
She granted me protection,
A shield turned weapon,
to turn the head of any attacker,
He follows the winds on waters and waves,
Oft dragging fishers to their murky graves.
He’s an old, frog-faced man with green and black scales,
There once was a queen
Who was very mean
Amara was her name
Tricks were her game
Her tricks were sly
And she could fly
She was above the rest
For no one good best her
Listening to the pouring rain,
he’d felt as if his feelings were lost in the drain.
Midas couldn’t obtain his pot of gold.
For she was one with a heart of cold,
He wept and he cried; he saw devils eyes,
Any fleeting semblance of reason was lost
when the humans hid in isolation beneath the earth.
A global putrefaction followed by lawless flames,
the few who lived are those that ran,
forgetful of their past lives.
aphrodite she struts into the clubstealing all the hearts as she does
many know heras she owns a beauty empiremakeup, skincare, hair care and moreshe owns it all
Eyes of the beholder, eyes that behold a story
of fashion and fame untold
Arachne, a model, presented with flare to the crowds which applauded her seasonal wear.
Stories foretold countlessly
Of the Women who took pictures doubtlessly
Of the Women who need not a filter
Who walk around like weight lifters
Gods of bronze, stone, and gold,
Whose temples stand high,
As churches change time,
Inspiring hearts of the beaten and beating -
As spears fall and lyres stall -
Athena still stands tall.
My name is OSHUN,
I am my own queen, I am my own God,
I have my own kingdom to run,
Stuck in this changing world, with changing rules,
loses its taste of fun,
You'd think moving place from place would give one experience,
but that right there, that's where you thought
wrong.
Traveling in circles,
almost reaching home,
The gods are long forgotten,
Mankind pushing them away in selfish pursuits,
The gods remain though, never abandoning foolish man.
The attentive eye may catch them,
Hiding in plain sight.
It was so dark and cold
But he wanted me here
She was so lovely and had to be mine
I'm the god from beneath the earth, but its so lonely
He said my mother is sad and he'd take me back
Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down and broke his crown
So Jill came tumbling after.
Jill up to run, called 911, and frantically waited,
There is a small sleepy town in the middle of nowhere.
Most would think nothing ever happens out there.
They would be wrong as this town is anything but ordinary.
It wasn’t my fault.
Or maybe it was.
That’s what they tell me, anyway.
Did you say no?
No, I-
When they announced a great war
That seemed to be the end
Pack your bags—
Start the draft—
Pray a last time…
Eons, millenia,
Now, Medusa was never thought
To be the one, oh so hot!
Or the one that caught a glance
The silence is deafening
The walls are cold and lined with cracks
I can still see his face in the water
I’m alone
This place is broken and worn
Eternal love,
far greater than eternal glory.
Their love,
burns brighter than any story.
Two soldiers in war,
brothers in arms in the light,
lovers at night.
Hidden love,
Forbidden love,
In the distance, a hearth
Drawing me
A beacon solely
A tailor fitted solution
To cast worries and inabitions
Tips froze, paralyzed
A cacoffiny of loneliness
but saftey
God of the underworld feared by all
The mortals think I am the cause of their death, but they just want someone else to blame
I am as in much control as the annoying fly buzzing around your head
Peaches bring forth into my mind
glimpses of Eve,
unaware of the billions of women
she condemned with that first bite.
He smiles and looks around
The wounds of the battle are heal,
But he all alone with his dog
He looks up and smile
How am i so lonely boy,
Prometheus now free from chains
roams with us humans in our plains
enjoying the power of fire he once gave
we blessing for his save
by feeding him canes
beacause if not for his fire
Troy was the strongest of them all
The city that was unbreakable behind a wall
Who would’ve knew that greek would make the great city fall
The original barista is no other than Ixkakaw
Wearing a green apron and having her hair put up in a bun
She’ll try to remember your order
But it is easier said than done
El Cucuy is known as the bag man, and he is viewed as the bad man,
Children fear him because of the spooky story their parents recite to them,
It's always, "Be good or El Cucuy will eat you."
At the dawn of creation, as the gods formed a hundred million galaxies, there also formed with them our blazing and bold sun.
This newly formed orb began to rise from the horizon line of our Earth,
Once the god of the underworld.
A masterful villain; a misunderstood fiend,
Who fell in love with Penelope
His lust followed him throughout the years.
His malcontent left him with many tears.
Some time ago,
Someone once said,
Look in the mirror,
with Bloody Mary in attend,
Three times the charm,
and happiness will shed.
Now it is said,
As time has past,
Open your phone,
Helen of Troy was once known as Helen of Sparta.
It all began when Helen was dating Menelaus,
who was the leader of the Spartan gang.
Everyone thought Helen was effortlessly georgeous.
Even in its drunken state, the dragon seemed awake.
Those fierce jaws gaped wide,
Blood and saliva dripping down,
And its tongue rolled in lust after my flesh.
His eyes do devour
I goddess of flower
Heat fills me like none before
Hades the ravishing god of hell and gore
They think I hate it
Live in fear
Drown in my tears
I love it down here
God of the Sea, an old being and title, something that he used to be
A powerful trident in hand, trnasformed now into what we most commonly see
A fork, yes a fork, that metalic bond of power in the times of hunger
I am not afraid
Of a mirror
And its backward ways
I am backwards
Myself
So we are alike
I see it in the corner
My love, lying cold
I will live my for you as I pledge on that day
Even if our souls are far too tainted to be pure
I'll never have a reason not to stay
Though legends of old
Are filled with tall tales
So many are cold
Dead in their graves
Yet one lives on
Through tales of war
Thor
God of thunder
Long red hair
Tied upon his head
Strongest of all the gods
Plays spike ball with his college friends
Protector of mankind
Involved in the meme community
”YEET!”
Aphrodite was beautiful
She felt he had trapped her
So it was no fault of hers when she left him alone
Hephaestus was ugly
Burned from the work
So it was no fault of hers that he couldn’t satisfy her
The cold air seeps between my window and the steel walls of the jet. It's privet, of course, nothing but his best for me. I can see him looking towards me, wistful. He cannot come from the land of ice and snow.
Three times a week,
For an hour a day,
Our horrible marriage was put on display.
Feelings come out,
And thoughts are spoken,
I leave with a heavy heart most times its broken.
Three times a week,
For an hour a day,
Our horrible marriage was put on display.
Feelings come out,
And thoughts are spoken,
I leave with a heavy heart most times its broken.
Sif was a mighty fine lady
whos hair brought proof of her deiity
twas long and it flowed
silken golden it glowed
and she cared for it lovingly, daily.
Could the other Gods guess from the color
My, my in 2019 who possibly could Poseidon be?
Apologies, don’t mind me, 2018 was the Aquaman movie.
From guardian of the sea to directed in scenes,
Not too bad since Jason Momoa is the man of MY dreams
It was in your prime beauty were the problems happened
Jealously and forced turned into the monster you never wished to be
He took you in by force and there was no going back
The world is melting
The air is thin
The streets are filled with bloodshed
Animals are crying
Plants are dying
The world will never be safe again
People seek hearts
People seek comfort
To create is his only wish
His only dream, his only desire
To move people with emotion, sound, and color
The very things he so beautifully arranges
But she is not just a beautiful thing
lyre , small harp
beautiful music he plays
beautiful woman to whom he loves
Bitten by a snake forever gone
mournful blues , sad for days
Travels to Hades to reclaim his wife.
lyre , small harp
beautiful music he plays
beautiful woman to whom he loves
Bitten by a snake forever gone
mournful blues , sad for days
Travels to Hades to reclaim his wife.
What happens when you peel away the layers
Scrape away the acrylics
Is it a doll inside a doll
Inside a doll
All with the same expression
A bright, beaming smile is thrown
to the lens, it’s owner alive with the sense
of recklessness and absurdity
that allowed him such a following.
The phone’s harsh glow invaded the space
Revealing in the dark an olive face
While others slept soundly at this hour
Inside her fear blossomed and flowered
It was her coffin she carved
One of wood and one of stone
But it’s the day she died
That still lies quite unknown
Orpheus is a lonely lover though his songs ensnare and entrance.Orpheus can keep no other because he keeps looking back. Orpheus plays his lyre and sings about the love he once had.
Vivi was a dancer
Tip, tippity tap
Her feet intricately skipped
As if she were communicating
Why should we care?
The ground tremors
And dust begins to rise.
Why, how starry eyed she is
Thinking she could sail the skies.
The greatest swimmer of modern times seems as if he's inhuman, also known to be a lover of the sea, loves all the creatures of the land but loves the even more the creatures of the sea, he swims faster than anyone has ever known not fearing his t
Mothman isn't really scary.
He's pretty chill- a very bright personality.
Glittering sense of humor.
Brilliant intellectual capacity.
He's always been seen as big, hulking, awkward;
Today on Apollo on the air, I’m here to speak to you of art.
On the creation and love of poetry and prose—the bindings of my very soul.
On such an occasion, when, dear listener, my muse finds me,
you may find me:
The room is dark,
littered with remains from feasts of old.
The pair of men sit side-by-side.
Controllers in hand,
the mighty heroes' proclaim their glory.
"I am Gilgamesh,
the mighty king!
Zeus, oh how powerful and strong,
Zeus, how brave he was,
He posted those pictures,
The ones his followers adored,
And soon that number was rising
Zues, the king of the gods,
In pristine marble structures
that remind him of home
The mighty Titan sits
with other mighty men
They speak of weapons
They speak of guns
He holds his sickle
I just wanted her back,
Hades stole Eurydice from me.
I want her back, I tried once.
I shouldn't have looked back.
My stolen love
I am an outcast
A menace to society
I am dusa
I used to have fun
And dance at parties
Until he made his pants looser
Athena wanted seidon
seidon wanted me
I am an outcast
A menace to society
I am dusa
I used to have fun
And dance at parties
Until he made his pants looser
Athena wanted seidon
seidon wanted me
Beastly figure of snakes and sorrow,
Bring me your head, that I may conquer.
Once a maiden, sweet and beautiful,
Now only a monster, stone and hideous.
Percy Jackson, bravest demigod I know
he has had many problems though
Percy Jackson, he has no father
he has a mother and step-dad with no honor
Do you see
The issues of today?
Do you see
The problems heading our way?
Yet you sit there
High on your chair
Just because you control the storms
