Modern Myths Scholarship Slam
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You misunderstand me
That's the tea.
It was not my fault
It was the assault.
Now I'm the target.
My legacy is tarnished
Today’s Hercules
Hercules the demigod of ancient days
Lifted Thor’s hammer he wins the sweepstakes
One two three four
Baba Yaga still lives in a house
Supported by chicken legs.
Two thousand nineteen her ass.
A man named helios has a car
a car so radiant it can be seen nomatter how far
it drives so fast some say its flying
people whove ridden in it agree its death-defying
There once was a man named Daedalus
Known as a dentist of excellence
He sampled some Vicodin
Now he’s imprisoned in
A habit of common excrescence
A habit which started with booze
Ares god of war
Agent of chaos and harm
He's not very nice
Ares the prankster
Always plotting something new
Teachers do hate him
Ares the gym nut
He's the pinnacle of strength
An outcast
With an interest in the macabre
A loner
With a desire for love
A hero
Wearing the hate of a villian
Hades truged through the school hallways
Longing for meaning
i. When you first fall in love with him, from the depths of hell he has risen, and there are things that he will say and do that you will never be able to understand. Don’t even try to baby girl, it’ll only break your heart.
Waking up, he stretches and yawns.
His bedside table is bare except for a lone flask.
He takes a swig and grimaces
the warm, red liquid hits his tongue.
Her blood thrums in her veins, in tandom with
the thumping of her heart and beat of the chant.
Her wide-eyed doe-eyes are held captive
by a pair of Hadean eyes across the chamber
Persephone,
Persephone, oh where have you gone?
Persephone,
Persephone, I'll wait for you 'til dawn.
For that party's loud,
That's surely where you're at.
I can't find you in the crowd,
Monday, 9:24 AM ART 155
Someone kicks the back of my seat
...the Ancient Greeks made statues of male nudes…
A pencil taps against a notebook.
The old teach the bold and the bold fail to fit into the mold
However, before the bold become old there’s a certain life outline all people must uphold
To be successful is to
Like the father,
the son stands strong and tall.
Responsible for the world,
their similar broad shoulders hold it all.
Oh, the popular Apollo,
our school's biggest star.
WHO is she?
who IS she?
who is SHE?
What is that on her head? why is she wearing that scarf? Its so big.
WHO is she?
who IS she?
who is SHE?
What is that on her head? why is she wearing that scarf? Its so big.
WHO is she?
who IS she?
who is SHE?
What is that on her head? why is she wearing that scarf? Its so big.
There is no male nor female in our gods.
Well, most of them, that is, for some prefer
To choose one or the other, and in their
Godliness, who could refuse their choice?
The head, a paragon of Balance, slow
The video loads
Slower than a snail
But once it does,
You wish it hadn't
"Hey guys! It's me,
Apollo,
It is said that Geb is the God of the Earth, and Nut is the Goddess of the Sky. While they are separated through the day, she returns each night to him and leaves the sky in darkness.
Walks with skirt hissing the floor
Noise rages all over
She smiles wide as the celebration has begun
Symphony of clattering of bones blend with the drums
Found Miclantecuhtl soon after
In-depth of night, at moon zenith
Once a huntress, chaser of animals
Who prowled the great wilds now lost
by the greedy hands of man
Mother swept Brother and I to NYC; Midwesterners to Midtown.
A Cerberus-eared copy of Percy Jackson our demigod guide book lowdown.
Wander the Met, seek your Greek and Roman muses.
You confess how long you’ve looked
For a place to worship and
Oh,
How I put you on your knees.
We built cathedrals
Wall Street hummed
Marking last hours of day
And everyone returning home
Longing to return home
Did the Minotaur sit
On his desk, in his suit
Looking to see which dropped first
Phaethon, who was set by jealousy, drove the sun
He drove the Sun too high, too low
He froze the Earth and set it ablaze
But that was then and this is now
Slim and coy
Pier Shonks was the name
Nefarious good boy
Nowhere was safe
One day he stopped in fright
Yelled, "Oi!"
At the dragon's ghastly sight
The man riding it said with delight
Drink my friend
Drink for there is no end.
There is no end to this madness
All can party because they are showcasing Dionysus' grandness.
We float on our islands alone
Our faces were too plain
Voices too shrill
Words too honest
Our integrity our downfall.
The dissuassion of engagement from myth is not a symptom of modern society, but of a western society.
There you go again, Narcissus
What's another selfie or ten?
Your follower count is down again
Lucky you've got plenty to spare
Sunshine Boy, Sunshine BoySing, Dance, Play!Act On Film, Dance AroundThen Sing Songs For Me! Sunshine Boy, Sunshine BoyRun All Day!Always On, Always OnWorking Hard For Me! Food, Food, FoodGot No Time To Eat Run All DayWorking Day And Night Tell Me
May the storm channel my thoughts with Honor
And may the Sea be my voice of armor
For I am the only God of the Sea, Storms, Earthquakes, and Horses.
Not this so called Aquaman you put before me who claims to command
Zeus, the most dominant, intelligent,and unpredictable being
a big shot politician
A womanizer who women love seeing
So many poorly planned affairs
Pyramus, the neighbor he,
From through the window saw Thisbe.
As such, their tale of love began,
Their tale of misery.
Their friends, they warred,
I went to take a sip from the red cup handed to me, to be stopped by a sensibly manicured hand. Looking up, I was drowning in the ocean eyes of one of the women known to be a part of the “Bastion Band.” She took the cup from me and dipped her fing
Odin, All Father,
What did you expect?
You kept men from your halls
Who died in pointless battles,
For, they have no honor.
Masked an assassin.
Troy was murdered by evil gods.
Who revenged insult.
A haiku for Troy and his disrepectful behavior, created by Kerisma.
Dionysus, the man of greed
The king of ecstasy
The queen of mead
Dionysus, Dionysus, the graceful drunk
The dapper playboy
With charm and spunk
Aphrodite is not a woman
and I know this because he's laying right next to me
they say the Athens believed in Aphroditus
but the husbands grew jealous of him
so they hid him from history
Of darkness he grew tired -
his Dark World, not enough.
Forsaken in a land of shadow,
he longed for morning's dusk.
His heart was filled with sorrow
though his people loved him so.
Don’t put a stain on my name
You can stab me in the back;
Just know that I’ll jab back
I was meant to be sacrificed
Yet you kept me alive
Among the halls of Labyrinth High,
Was a freshman who was just a short guy,
Icarus was his name, and he had a rebellious spirit,
However, his father was one who hated it,
Daedalus was overprotective of his son,
Kai Orozco
September 2019
Lonely, sad, set apart from the world around him.
Hades sits in his room thinking he might not fit into his own reality.
Kai Orozco
September 2019
Lonely, sad, set apart from the world around him.
Hades sits in his room thinking he might not fit into his own reality.
Deep below the Earth's surface,
Fire erupts into gulfs of flames.
A castle of obsidian awaits
The arrival of the King
Back from the human world.
In his arms is a girl with the gift
The droning of the engine reverberatesDawn draws to a close and eyes dilateAs the stop and go cycle but replicates
To be brave,
yet smart.
To be confident,
yet humble.
To be content,
yet strive.
To live in the moment,
yet plan for the future.
To be your strictest judge,
Apollo, Apollo
Sunshine boy and
To those who know him dizzy dreamer
Tossled blonde hair that
Reflects little bits of light
Like crumpled candy wrappers
Dark under-eye circles sunk deep
The old gods were so used to being the center of attention
but these days they receive almost none.
Oh, how they try and fail to stay relevant
in an age where we no longer need the sun.
One language, in another life potentially two
Swipe
Left, left, left;
My Tinder is a travesty.
Were I ugly, were I beastly,
Off despair I may wean.
Beauty hurts, so they say;
Mine is a great curse.
Water boy, water boy
Everyone needs you, but you don’t need a single soul for yourself
All of your mood swings and waves twirl under the surface
On top is like a thin sheet of ice
They walk on you and fall deep in
Written Consequences
Sathvika G.
Even though he blamed his consequences on the stars,
It was truly his desperation that was the cause.
Because he cherished a forbidden love,
The Sun could have stared at the young Man for hours
But he did not have to thanks to his powers
He gave himself a human form and to Earth he flew
He decided to spend time with the Man for a few
The former gods looked around,
And their jaws dropped at what they saw.
Their feet felt strange on solid ground,
No longer high up in the clouds.
"What's happened on Earth?" Zeus boomed out,
In this great city
all the world's myths live in one shared space
and just like in any other city, everyone has their part to play.
the gnomes are gardeners and landscapers,
pegasus' pull checkered taxi chariots,
Chronos was a god. A father. One who destroyed his daughters and sons in a fit of fury.
Swallowed them up like the gargantuan terror
Of ill and disease
The god of lightning, and the sky
Has a humorous secret
He enjoys football
The dirty, and grimey jerseys
Blowing in the wind
As the big and tall players
Run across the field
she was foolish and fell,
fell for one who cared nothing for her.
his reputation preceeded him but surely he loved her.
it was different with her, after all.
she gave him every waking moment,
Light reflects off her crystalline form,
a cacophony of color to mesmerize,
her dress snug against supple hips,
she dances,
painted lips upturned as she crooks
a manicured finger, beckoning
She wasn't hunting deer anymore.
She was searching for the mortals who were like her.
Society said they were only part of ancient lore,
But she knew they were real, she knew they felt hurt.
What if the myth's had never died?
Instead their blood creeped into ours?
You can see the blood of fae in the pirouette of a ballet dancer,
In the way the rebeling teenagers create turmoil wherever they roam.
The Helper of Man
The Giver of Fire
He stretched his Hand
To fulfill our Desires
Bound to Pain
For the Humans' sake
His Love did not change
Excuses he did not make
The Helper of Man
The Giver of Fire
He stretched his Hand
To fulfill our Desires
Bound to Pain
For the Humans' sake
His Love did not change
Excuses he did not make
A Brownie never shows hi’self
Nor reveals his withered face
Tho’ some might call him an elf.
No bigger than a suitcase,
With eyes as black as Grimm’s
And ears as long as fins.
And on a night
I walk out into the night,
A distant bird wispheres a tune,
I look into the Nile beyond,
Mirrored within is the boundless moon,
An inspiration sparkes, and yet I
Always on top the main leader the Alpha of Alphas
Always followed never the follower
With a fierce temper that is feared by all
Zeus a cocky arrogant player
With a diverse detailed history with women
He shines bright in the sky, and doesnt let anyone see him, but he is their.
Always helping those in need, even if it is small. The size of the problem does not matter, becuse he is infanite.
I wonder why my voice is not heardWithin the walls of my so called homeA place of comfort that holds littleBut for now I just wait No inspirationNo encouragement I craveNo loveThe kind I crave but yet not see Within these barren and worn out wall
In the reflection of the lense, a god, fair-skinned and unparalleled in beauty glares back.Baldr is upset.He frets over the crack that trickles down his screen,the deadlines are due and the paychecks have yet to be seen.Baldr is stressed.How can h
They say she has a habit of hanging out in abandoned churches,
weaving through broken pews and stepping over tattered hymn books
and leaving bits and pieces of her past in her wake.
There's a half-burnt man
in the woods out back,
where the dog won't go
and the brush is black.
Past the old stone-stack
and the berries red
stands a musty shack—
so I've heard it said.
A crisp white suit framed by violet flames.
Not the image of souls and chains.
The dark, handsome shadow,
Knowledge of long ago.
Victor of the Olympic games.
Alone in the dark, yet brave
Given the power, you've adapted and slaved.
to the hateful men, and the judgemental stares.
They've taken your innocence
And turned you into tears,
If castle doors my hands did crack
Pound palms till blood burst
Smashed on stone walls like pumpkin
It was all of my own invention
Flip to the left, flip to the left
All these girls blind me.
I want a bad girl, I want a hot girl!
My wife is a bore, my kids’ is a chore
We all know her
With her stone cold stare and snakes as hair
But at Dussy's Dye and Trim Salon she is the most fiece hair dresser in town
Nothing will scare her off from giving you a drop dead look
There is always mystery that abounds
When she walks
Her light footsteps are
Shrouded in a forlorn mist
Her shoulders hunched
In resignation of her doomed fate
Raindrops hasten from her mournful eyes
Driving down a dark icy road
For the five young wolf pups
the car never slowed
The man saw and did not care
For the day was ending
Enter Athena, a woman of might,
a popular Pinterest queen in her own right.
Her crafts were unrivaled and really quite clever,
and everyone thought her reign would be forever.
Eyes glued to the abnormal boy, who walked the streets to school each day. He was different then most, his feet were bigger, much bigger, then most. He stood almost six feet tall, even the young boy knew he was out of place.
My name is Bricke. I wish I knew his, but I have a hard time with focus.
I slinked from where I had sat
stealing looks and shamefully wishing to pay back.
Like wrapping over the dirt walls,
Watching her
from across the hall.
So much light
to contrast with
the darkness I hold.
We are so unalike
but still
her lips are like
a sweet pomegranate
Life wails through out the city
Shimmering women walk to parties
Buisness men stumble home
Smokers reach their train platforms
Kids scurry into their late trains
“You’re not supposed to be doing that.”
His feet are in the seat of the swing,
Grub fingers squirmed around chains, pitching back
And forth like a marionette on breaking strings.
There was a consul long ago
Who sat beside a river's bank
And with his cry, "The die is cast!"
He crossed it, seeking higher rank.
*BUZZ BUZZ* What could that be?
HE POSTED A PHOTO, OMG!
WOW, He’s so handsome
His eyes so blue.
I wish that he liked me
If only he knew.
Then an idea popped into my head
The Popular Girl and the Band Kid
By Zachary Weinstein
Of all the kids at this school by the sea,
Once there were two douches
Thesius and Pirithous were their names
More than anything
They sought a hot woman to bang
They ventured to the club
Goddess in sync with the seasons
in the depths of the ocean
and on the time of harvest
she cares for the earth, and the future that will come
she cares for what will be done
what will be done by humans
Clinging to the whats left
she hangs in the dim lights
and waits, just waits.
For her next prey of theft
there is no fight becuase right
outside is another innocent face.
Another face,
It seems Pandora’s Box has opened
With many horrific evils all abound.
Look around at the natural disasters now,
That cause our heads to defeatedly bow.
Along with poverty, greed, theft, murder,
By Malkyah Angelique
HI, I'm Dionysus
Might as well dive right in
No point in delaying this
My wife says I need rehab.
I'm the god of partying
Is my drinking habit that bad?
There once was a girl
Beautiful as a pearl,
Who is now known as Baby Belle Blue.
She is long dead and gone
But her legend lives on
In the waters of Lake Yester Yew.
The Pallas Athena
Daughter of Zeus
Born from his skull
And a mother forgotten.
She still lives among us
Goddess of strategy and war
Wars on the homefront
Of injustice and strife
With every nasty comment
negative review
downvoted post
bitter message
Ares smiles at his so-called success.
"I am the god of war!"
He would always exclaim
As children we’re taught the myth of Hercules,
The mythical powers of Zeus,
Athena’s legendary insights,
Aphordite’s love tales,
And poor Orpheus’ plight.
Searchingin the chaotic network of crowdpristine window reflectionfiltered introspection
Searchingfor the angle, in achieved attirea polished image trapped in screensblemished existentialism
The Story of Hercules G. Smith
Hercules G. Smith spent his childhood days
Playing outside and chasing squirrels astray.
Born to former bodybuilder Dave "The Zeus" Smith and his wife Alcmene,
A mystical, magical beastThe mane flows in the airDew drops scatteredCreature of the water
Oh, water,Life's sustaining forceNowadays, less of it to providePeople's throats growing hoarse
Sing o’ gossip channels and tabloid magazines,
Sing paparazzi, news anchors and press teams,
Of the boy whose heaven blessed crime,
The Grim Reaper is cold
And heartless they say,
But I despise taking souls.
Each life I take, I feel as if I decay.
The innocents who die
The Tribuna, a monster riddled deep within the Earth's history. Powerful and deceitful. In its youth it was called a dragon. But now its different. Tainted. It lives in Limbo between this world, and the next.
Icarus doesn't listen to his father,
When did he ever?
"Do not falter, son"
"Oh, I would never"
And so, Daedalus sent his son on his way
If he had known that was the last time he'd see him
The Sea is a lonely place.
The lovely girl only desires to share her heart
But where can a siren start?
The reefs are bare.
No Instagram down there.
She finds another siren
Her nose is in the air.
Olympus is a state with all of its power
Zeus at the throne, civilians hide and cower
He is our president, executive decisions with ease
Do you want to meet a monster?
Then you've come to the right place
Go downtown
Walk North
past Clyde Coffee
Stop in for a coffee if you'd like
it's the best in town
He was the mightest of the mighty, strongest of all men.
No man in all the world could bench more than he
He came with his merry band of Bros to a new land
Asclepius had decided being a doctor was what he wanted to do with his life.
He studied for tests, stayed up all night.
He stayed in the library,
until they turned off the light.
When he graduated,
I see myself in the waters edge
A beauty lost to the world.
You lured me under
With sweet promises
And left me all alone to wonder.
Have I lost myself?
Or have I gained you?
There, by the sidewalk,
You think you hear hissing.
Only the wind?
Perhaps, or is it
The crown of vipers
Beneath the hood of a passerby.
Kratos of the U.S is a man who is truly blessed due to talents in the army and war
he joined not simply because he loved gore but instead to settle a score.
The lady went long without her love
While her own heartaches
Could being apart really be the fate
Never wanting his heart to break
Curly black hair
drapes around shoulders
flowers entertwined within locks
protection?
Bright red lips
a smile is worth a thousand words
Her smile lights up the room
An invitation?
‘Modern Myths’
Driving to the rim with raw fury,
Ares, the god of war, scores yet again.The Greek god of war, yes, but also the god of basketball.
An avid hunter
Respected by the hunting comumity on youtube
Times of crsis will help bring babys into the world
cElibate forever for her own record
Mostly in off time babysits young girls for free
We live long if we never know ourselves
Such are the words of Teiresias
For years I had thought to know myself
And which route would be easiest.
But I hadn’t known my true self then
They were both trouble,
in the eyes of the north.
They were both reckless,
in the eyes ot he deep.
Both of them were strong,
and would always compete.
Odin and Loki, brothers at arms.
Where have all the good men gone?
They're far from Olympus
Further from Olympians
Yet she still desperately craves a bond
She logs on and swipes left
Over, and over, and over, and over
Rumple was a reasonable man,
yet his efforts weren't always greeted with an agreeable hand,
so in his business he decided to take
what he thought was the proper stake.
Yet he was lonely in his glass high rise,
At school you thrive if you're smart,
in gym, mathmatics, and art.
No one would be,
as perfect as she.
Athena, ready to start.
A sweet voice come through the darkness
Lures you in with it’s sweet song
Enchanting you with it’s vocal beauty
You are mesmerized by its song
Eris was always a troubled child.
Mama always told her she was built from
Chaos
Strife
And all things wild.
Born alone in the dark of the night,
To her dad already well and gone...
A man stricken with grief living in hell,
first he must complete the Labors Twelve.
A fearsome lion to crash and crush.
A nine-headed beast defeated
with the help of one he trusts.
The mighty Titans were at war with the Olympians, the older generation versus the new; deities against the wide-eyed innocence of lives that have barely just begun; parents versus children, the divine and sacred who believe they know what is best
Achilles was your average child,
Born to a woman of fair trade,
And a father into the international work,
Growing up he grew a passion for basketball,
Anxiety of Argos
The man breathes wisps of vape smoke
Kinding the twitches
And thoughts that churn the covers in a teenage bed
Artemis, a woman of power
strong, demanding of respect from her co-workers
caramel macchiato is her go to drink
at Starbucks her favorite stop for the week
she holds her head up high
He stumbles into his room
The wild after party has left his head spinning
Glass in hand and head in the clouds
He enjoys the fruit of his own labor
See it to the authority of Hades,As he decides the fate of souls
He tells me he's obligated,Bound to the ones who sold their hold
He who will mold the end To not only the dead but this bold heart's decend.
Once upon a time
the oceans were full of terror.
Sea serpents slid majestically,
underneath the hulls of ships.
Sailors with hollow eyes, drunk
recite their tales
Of monsters and serpents
He defied a god, they say.
That's his own mistake.
But he only ever did it
for his children's sake.
All he did was ask for a raise
to make sure the money left over was a little higher.
it’s easy for him to say ‘it isn’t vanity’
when he knows someone out there
is getting paid.
and maybe if he angles it just right,
It's Marlin, you fool.
He goes by Marlin now.
As he lowers his head
And furrows his brow
Those magical spells
That brought him fame
Also brought burdens
For his love, the same.
The atmosphere was stained with the pleasant strings of violin,
The aroma of her perfume, melodies intertwining with her mellifluous euphony,
Her voluptuous moonlit almonds peering into the depths of my dreams,
Jokul Frosti, the first of the legends
Began before time was a breath
In the lungs of a deer, silently waiting
Jokul Frosti, dark and cold
Creating the snow, the wind, the frost
You give me comfort in everything you do.
Your words dance around in my head like a cloud of dazed smoke.
I don't wince at your touch, even when I don't want to be touched.
You're the exception to the rule.
I wander the streets in silence
careful not to attract any harmful attention or gaze that might come upon of me
The streets of Thebes seem quite glorious for the outside beholder, a centre of greek civilization
We were in love,
My god we were in love.
We didn’t care what they said,
Or how they threatened us with empty words.
All I wanted
All I needed, craved
Was you
In my arms, in my bed.
