On theme. . .could this site win a creativity contest Award?!

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Heyyo Porters:

TO BE AT ONE, OR NOT TO BE UNDONE

Equations may be paramount by at this point, with the facts of additions of variables and all. Nonetheless, never say nevertheless, and keep on keeping on, to the point “until the work is done.” It truly proves wise to know what type of wisdom we are talking about around here, at least the one that comes from above. All in all, it has all been done, unless we’re discussing what still needs reckoning and / or requires spiritual or material funding (or did not you know the currency dollars and cents of Heaven are faith and praise!!). Peace out, dolled-up lasses and duded-up gents (up to Heaven, no less)!!

ALL ABOUT THE DOUBLE (2!) POEMS LANDED ON “’ECK’ PLUS ‘WISE’”

The poems found this page are respectively from the ‘Audience Of One’ Category (here, titled “The Single Life”) and then from the ‘Marriage Theme Poems’ Category (there, titled “With”) in the newer Book. These two offering may outrightly initially seemingly be a contradiction (if for the strong reason because they are conversely about being single and then married – based on the theme secondly there), howsoever they are more alike than they are different, if only because by the time when they end, you as a reader are beginning to understand: comprehensively, thoroughly, exhaustively, on what it is to truly like and to be liked.

Farewell,

 

Ecks-Port pro, c/o C. T. Eck

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1 / 2 "The Single Life" [poem]

by poet Eck, C. T.

Before I was called to singlehood status

I happened upon falling well in a love apparatus

When I could have maybe made it good all alone

You showed as a good thing among my spirit and my bone

For just as Eve came from Adam’s side rib

God called me recalling all I had to nigh high give

Single in heart is done, because I do, being meant for one

So take from me, becoming my said especial lover

And now that I am with someone I will not go for another

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2 / 2 "With" [poem]

by poet Eck, C. T.

I waited for you to see if there would be one of the most’s prance

I stood up for you feeling in my tall straight stance

Both with the move and the more towards the melody of your make

Mirror of my timing

Days coming of my shining

I just have to go out about once with you

To see forever in your eyeglow

I might have to say “I do”

And dance, some slow

But not very much before you knew

With flying colors my attention you hold

It is with you I cannot now wait to grow old

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