modern myth poetry slam
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If in our modern world
Zeus did currently live
With his member unfurled
Much child support would he give
It makes me sick
That without much thought
He used his stick
And STDs he got
it is the treasures of love that often fool
conceled, conceited, always too cruel.
on the path of meloncholia, the lonely traveler stumbles upon a house
made of ivory and honey.
Unloved by their mother, father and seemingly the rest of the world. Innocent children are shoved into group homes and split apart.
her lips were a bloody crimson, calling attention in the dim light of crowded dance floor.
[her dress was hellfire, scorching those who got too close]
her voice was soft, husky
her lips were a bloody crimson,calling attention in the dim lightof crowded dance floor. [her dress was hellfire, scorching those who got too close] her voice was soft, husky
There was a boy who had it quite nice
But then one day he fell asleep
And awoke to a beep beep beep
His heart stopped not once but twice
He realized his hands were as cold as ice
Alarm rings;
It’s time to wake up.
I view myself in the mirror.
Why can’t I look better?
My head is a war zone.
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.
Walking, hurting, body aching
facing demons in a quest
Trials and trials continue approaching
each on reeks of death
Through each trial a voice is heard
To suffer
To suffer alone in this hell
My brothers have their own brides
To care for them and to stand by their side
I was casted away, seen as bitter
It’s not easy being a god
Hestia the goddess of the hearth roams the world
these days.
Looking for a home to reside in that isn't torn
apart by divorce.
Loss of a loved one strives for comfort, but not when the lover
Fair as snowy days
Brunette beauty
Hair falls to her face
Delicately drifting to waves.
Children boast about goodies
But she, an expressive rookie
How sickly sweet is my lover
A sinful candy, pink like her lips that soothe my questioning mind
I can feel her
Here with me
Weeping on the floor
I feel her hand on my shoulder
Artemis wipes my tears
Hera holds my hand
The world is a haze
But they are clear
Long ago the Greeks had their gods and goddesses
Thought to be long forgotten to the sands of time
But they’re still very much alive.
Dethroned from Mount Olympus
The Legend of the Illimani and Mururata,
a story of mountains in which,
takes place in the middle of the Andes,
in a country divided by mountains,
Bolivia.
The Legend goes as follows,
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.
“will you marry me, Hera?”
“no means no, Zeus. i’ve seen how you are with other girls and i’m not interested.”
he smiled at her
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
Women are right to fear the dark.
This is what they learn —
Through gentle warnings,
Whispered words —
