Prompted: Earl

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This week's first writing prompt is the word 'earl'.



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The Earls of Love
( b y   J u c y )



The pEARLs he gave her that night glimmered under the starlight


They look grand, lightly perched on her EARLobes


The pEARLescent orbs a compliment to her perfectly tanned skin


Five decades thence and five more hence, he loved her fiercely and dEARLy


His brown shEARLing wool coat, a covert witness


To his fEARLess profession of sober yet true love


Daily, monthly, yEARLy he proved his devotion


Demonstrated his affection with bEARLike consistency


From EARLy morning, dusk, till dawn


He stands by her side yEARLong


Their love his home and EARLdom


Their lives proceeded linEARLy


They moved as one, rectilinEARLy


And though they're nEARLy at the sunset of their days


They hold hands and stare at each other, tEARLess


The joy the feel, boundless; their love, gEARLess



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Essex
( b y  M i k e )



Even after realizing lies

Analyzing rude, loquacious eyes

Risking life, embracing aftermaths

Leaving every artificial rath



Easing, and releasing lethargy 

Also reeling, lacking empathy

Running low, espoused antitheses

Learning endings are resyntheses



Every afternoon resetting light

And requited ladylove elide

Rambling, languishing, eating, aching

Losses earned adding, ricocheting 



Elected at reordered limits 

Affected, reading lasting edits

Romance, like electorates, adjure

Livid, each anathema recur 



Essex adjusts, rousing lawlessness

Apathy rusts, liquid earnestness

Righteousness leaving every abode

Living entreaties already rode 



Escape, a recourse laborious 

Anon, reprobates left egregious

Routing lust, evading atrophy

Leches exposed, agile rectory



Embers arise, rekindling lovers 

Amplified, radiant laurels enter

Rectify lucid errors appealed

Lyrical emotions are revealed



Endings are restarts legitimized

Ardor refreshed, lenses energized

Roads leading, endless awakenings

Lush emancipations are reigning


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