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HuggleMugger
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Preferred Character Gender
  1. Primarily Prefer Female
Genres
Romance, Fantasy, Tudor, Historical, Magical
Edmond and Vanessa


They were plotting in the darkness
The assassins of the keep
To rise into the sunlight
From jealous dreams run deep
*
They envision wealth and power
And vow this very day
To steal the realm by might
King Edmond they would slay
*
But they knew not of Vanessa
Sorceress to the king
Who o’er the kingdom kept a watch
With her enchanted ring
*
With powers from beyond this world
She saw as their frenzy grew
And on the wind and dragon’s wings
She to their keep then flew
*
From the brightness of the early dawn
The dragon did descend
Into the hellish band’s retreat
Put their rev’ling to an end
*
Vanessa raised her hand on high
Her ring began to glow
As sparks flew from the diamond’s eye
A dazzling lightning show
*
Their wicked hearts began to flame
As gleaming arrows pierced
Falling faint they one by one
Would pay a heavy cost
*

The dragon she set free to do
As dragons often will
He devoured every single man
And when he had his fill
*
He to his mistress did return
But ere they flew away
The dragon turned the keep to dust
With flames that burned all day
*
Vanessa and her minion sped
Back to his majesty
She told him of the secret plot
Of the near travesty
*
Then Edmond king of all the land
To her did bend his knee
Though she was shocked she said “I will”
For she his love would be
*
So Edmond and Vanessa lived
And ruled in peace you see
The sorceress and the noble king
Forever happily
 
Miner Miracle

The hush around the sunken mine
Was deafening that day
For thirty men were trapped below
As skies began to gray
*
The heavens seemed to feel the pain
Of the melancholy crowd
A hundred men worked two days straight
But none of them felt proud
*
For trapped beneath the dirt and stone
Those thirty men remained
So though they ached and hungered sore
Not one of them refrained
*
They dug and lifted, toted and moved
Lamps burning through the night
They would not leave the task at hand
Til they had won the fight
*
Though hands were blistered raw and red
None laid their shovel down
For all had vowed to continue on
As others soon arrived from town
*
The women fixed their bleeding hands
And brought them food to eat
The younger children watched in awe
As heroes now repeat
*
The mindless endless digging hoping
Unfailing to the end
For none was willing to admit
The loss of love or friend
*
Then after five straight days of toil
A tiny sound was heard
The men were still alive and well
Told without e’en a word
*
The tap was heard by one and all
For silence had hushed the band
A shout is heard throughout the throng
For vict'ry was at hand
*
So now with energy renewed
They joyfully proceed
And one by one the men were freed
And all were heroes indeed
*
There stands a statue to this day
Commemorating all
For the town that week had proven true
That together we stand tall



For my Father who was one of the men trapped in this cave in, I'm so very thankful he survived!!
 
Meant for maneuvers was the Kursk
One hundred eighteen men
Her crew of stalwart sailors true
Left Murmansk Harbor then
*
To float above the ocean floor
And all was going smoothly
No one suspected aught amiss
Til something blasted soundly
*
Confusion filled the submarine
As panic did set it
The Kursk crashed on the ocean floor
Crumbling steel like tin
*
The impact of this hard collision
proved their undoing sure
for torpedoes then exploded
causing damages galore
*
An S.O.S. was sounded then
To bring relief to them
They frantically began to work
flood water then to stem
*
Commander Gennady Lyachin
Then tried to comfort them
Be brave men help is on its way
and then sang the nat'l anthem
*
The would be rescue crew was sent
and came to them with haste
though they desired to save the men
their efforts were a waste
*
for they were poorly outfitted
to undertake the task
they dove four days in Berents Sea
Russia then for help did ask
*
Norwegian and British divers
were sent to aid them then
with mini sub and equipment
the divers went down again
*
They dove three hundred fifty feet
in less than a single day
but though they reached them all were lost
The divers did relay
*
The outcry from the grievous loss
was heard throughout the land
President Putin met with them
Their numbers as the sand
*
"When will we get them back," she shouts
"Whether dead or alive?"
But Putin could not give account
or the progress of the dive
*
The grief is immeasurable
Putin truly admits
"My heart is aching but your much more"
yet still the Kursk there sits
*
A headline reads 'Nine Days of Shame'
The newspaper submits
"Forgive us we did not protect,"
Sergeyev then admits
*
So in their steely casket lays
One hundred eighteen men
The crew of stalwart sailors true
recovered who knows when
 
As words fly from you in excess
Do you think I hear you more?
When anger does your soul possess
*
I tune you out I must confess
As I have done oft times before
As words fly from you in excess
*
I find I like you a little less
My heart and soul are sore
When anger does your soul possess
*
The household feels the undue stess
But the children feel it more
As words fly from you in excess
*
I try to fight the bitterness
But my efforts ,I fear, are poor
When anger does your soul possess
*
I wish for only a brief recess
Don't you realize you're a bore
As words fly from you in excess
When anger does your soul possess



This is a poetic style called a villanele. It is meant to repeat entire lines not just rhyme. Fun and challenging to write!
 
Education?

Elitism abounds
In cold education
Where fact and opinion
Mingle together becoming one
Emotionless evaluation
Judging humanity
With erudite critique
Taking calculated bites
From dreamers' souls
Never seeing the chunks
That have been taken from theirs
By institutional isolation
Devoid of customary compassion
Trained tyranny
Compounded by conceit
 
After another you lusted
And now asked to be trusted
My body great with your child
Feels now so totally reviled
*
The truth is hard to hear
From one you've held so dear
But the reality of my life
Is worse than endless strife
*
The helpless rejection
And feelings of imperfection
Now plague me every day
And infect my mind with deadly sway
*
Now I'm lying in a hospital bed
As our daughter cries to be fed
I know the truth inside my heart
You only want to be apart
*
Why would you want to be tied down
This fact I long have known
You were unhapppy with me and our life
You no longer wanted me for your wife
*
So I prepared to hear the news
That now my life I was going to lose
But you decided to stay with me
You said you had no wish to be free
*
But I saw a shadow in your eyes
That told me these were only lies
That you were trapped right here with me
Because we had added this child to our three
*
I watched as you lumbered on
And I saw it was nothing I had won
For you only stayed for honor and duty
I knew then that life with me held no beauty



Angst and sorrow following betrayal...written after the inevitable divorce many years later. Sometimes poetry is cathartic.
 
Snow caressing barren trees
A soft white carpet beneath my feet
Breathing wispy clouds
As I walk amidst the pristine purity
Of the frozen splendor around me
I see the beauty of simplicity
And all my cares and fears
Seem somehow small and insignificant
In comparison to this majesty
I am reminded once again
That there is greatness and wonder
To strengthen and give renewed hope
If only I choose to see it
I look up and see one lone leaf
Clinging desperately to life
Though the wind and elements
Seek its destruction
I feel a kinship deep within me
Knowing that I grasp my last thread
Wondering if it is in vain
But smiling to myself
Vain or not, I shall continue
To hold fast to my dreams
Encouraged by one lone leaf
I look above and whisper
"Thank you!"


 
The tiny head of golden curls
with one that on her forehead swirls
lies peaceful now upon the bed
as silent prayers are being said


I brush the curl from fevered brow
and wonder what will happen now
The little body lies so still
so weak and vulnerable-easy to kill


With her I breathe each tiny breath
and pray that I'll not see her death
I cling with hope to each rise and fall
and search for the strength to face it all


Doctors come and nurses go
what is wrong they do not know
As through it all we watch and wait
Fearing most the hand of fate


For length of time is not a measure
of depth of love or priceless treasure
So I hold my precious baby now
and tenderly kiss her fevered brow


For my daughter Sarah who tried to scare us to death with a life-threatening illness at 10 days old. So thankful she is still with us!!