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Of all the genres of writing, from articles (like on my trio of blogs) to letters (like found all over Eck’s Port) and from essays and papers to reports and books, poetry is perhaps my favorite. Poetry as a genre is grand because it allows breaking of the rules of language. Of course, better poetry is assumed when one knows the rules of a given language before embarking out on a voyage to take pen in hand and write (or keyboard and mouse in this modern age). Between sonnets, limericks, ballads, and quatrains (not excepting the Lord’s Psalms, anointed and inspired) and from lyrical in scope to epic in length and far off to a haiku or a tanka and free verse versus blank verse, making use of rhyme schemes, metrical patterns, satire, imagery, and metaphor is all what brings poetry home in any of higher, musical, or vital oral traditions based in theatre or print, often encompassing meaningful arrangement of words into imaginative devices or emotional discourse. Choosing poetry for myself was a discovery in mid-life rather than from when I first started to write: what I found myself using was what I call “vacation photo album” poetry where each line in a longer poem remarks of a single snap-shot, but not disjointed from the rest, and rather staying steady on a specified subject (what I haven’t used as much is overlapping lines with words breaking off from one line into the next) – How about you, like poetry as much, and which styles?

ALL ABOUT THE TRIPLE (3!) POEMS LANDED ON “ECKS-AMPLE”

The middle one of three poems found this page is from the ‘Audience Of One’ Category in the newer Book, titled “Salts Fold,” while the remaining two of these three poems found this page are from the ‘Love Poems’ Category in the newer Book, respectively titled “The Me Of You” and “It’s Math, It’s Love:.” Each of these three poems are some of this Author’s most unique offerings about the opposite sex (C. T. is a guy, or male, and oft incorporates love for one special female in his poetry, even though he is currently not married, or of single status), wherein “Salts Fold” is about a woman that comes golden, and of the other two found this page, the one concerning “math” has many mathematical or classroom allusions interdeveloped.

Farewell,

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

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1 / 3 "The Me Of You" [poem]

by poet Eck, C. T.

The blossomings of my spirit

Open to the sunshine of you

The music of my soul

Moves to the tune of you

The stream of my body

Flows into the ocean of you

The essence of my mind

Battles for the lined grid of you

The message of my spokenness

Calls by the election of you

The points of my strength

Flex to the pivot of you

The faithfulness of my heart

Pulses to the lovingkindness of you

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2 / 3 "Salts Fold" [poem]

by poet Eck, C. T.

I’s thinking it was of certainty her proximity

I considered how, my side an aside, when we had met at first

And her proximity may have left first impressions semi-conspicuous

Like incognito true colors leave in fireworks as they burst

I struck a chord of thought right off the bat it was her scent

I know what I liked is what I still like her having sent-ence bit-by-bit

And her scour smell scent I took notice not leave was present-ed

Like two cents worth on her thoughts – a spiritual material my thought of it lit

I began to think it was her laugh

I heard of her squeak in part to balance joy

And her laugh I understood only some

Like a well put-to task I let employ

I thought it was her heart

I must have to win over

And her heart held so much on subjections no objection

Like a luckier four-leaf clover

I had thought it was her spirit

I could try to sense when apart

And her spirit had a steadying way

Like a masterful beauteous work of art

I assumed nothing in thinking it was her leaves

I formulated her figure nourished at bottom roots

And her growth became into her toes’ tips top-shape

Like soaking in sun to produce greens and colored fruits

I told to think it was about her voice

I heard her speak to me across the grape-vine cord

And her saying in sound mind a sound speech I absorb in choice buffet line

Like hearing dreamed illusion a noise in her cordial word

I thought a thought was on her will

I encompassed her visionary fell posture of minded position

And her love of the spirit of the mind sensed seventh

Like bathing in the scent of a lot system stance by volition

I then thought it was her name

I did enough to learn her motion

And her annotated name tried back again

Like a resilient aftertaste of a ready potion

I thought more about if it was her center of and limbs’ residue

I am really feeling the feeling of it just now raining residual

And her wind wound would we hold hands as at her strength will still be there

Like afterwards in the flooding moments apart in between thrills instilled

I tinkered with thinking were it was her timing

I in a video game world beat the next level to upgrade

And her boss gave her a day off to picture pixel leisured on vacation

Like a holiday birthday she repositioned in control that her digits made

I was thinking it was her strength strong

I at revelation the only way I knew was up free

And her high “Hi” put asterisk in front on ahead

Like a walking concordance she had a way with we

I got thinking it was her tickle

I might have mistaken spice for flair

And her tickle encountering me to come to grin

Like when you smartly squint eyes into stare

I bold ought thought this it was her glory *s p a r k l e*

I “and for woman,” a glamourous dozen formidable traits poem on little lip gloss

And might Victorian round poof puff dress-less-on-top (just a T-shirt) splendor 

     colour?!.

Like boots -cowgirl maybe leather- least glass slippers shatter the matterings cost fuss

I thinked upon this all these until I could no longer thunk

I in reverberation with the echo of her squeal

And methinks in heaven one eventual day relaxed with a rush of blush

Like coming to have bright and bold brand new themes in reveal

I had in coming to a thought her face all as is many kind sweetened or sweated gestures

I per her incoming facing fascination upon up to this Miss figure kept hair covers

And her style pointed parts in pact in tact

Like everybody bodes all-right able-bodied for being fit at wit for finery, love hers

I have to think by-and-by bye-bye it was her supermodel eye

I goodly poorer in spirit had power cues to use coos loose next her instead

And her excellence was fair all the way up on up stair

Like starring at the stars besting the bright yellow sun white rising or setting red

I thought or so I thought her was is

I knew it would be so so I said on up front

And her only thing was befitting living over leaving

Like I knew what she may say crush caught

I again thought it was her touch

I wait for the poetry on the river landscape

And her touch tells more of the much

Like wearing no mask but just a cape

I did think it was her call

I by scarcity to be in the throes of her all

And her call as close and near and there by

Like aspects that have her like towards his own now

I thought it over a peace pieced it was her stratagem

I puzzled-by configured outcome along and spent

And her dimensions opened apart as I liked her alone

Like a jumping stand she praised the worship worth what it lent

I thought and I thought it was her having a soul

I in my being wrought a feel attraction natural

And her soul coupled with her strength savoring still

Like standing for salvation equipped fine-fixed to refill

I thought on a lead yes it was her trust

I safely went on to tell where bees’ buzz is

And her trust helped me flower in doubt and storm

Like when she let her hair down at a godly sunrise service

I thought some more it was a must, her gate

I saw her hips level and swivel as she ran

And her step as she walked by, bye, awoke me tongue-tied

Like speaking in sleep that to hear only others can

I thought I thought it stilled me, her haunt

I thanked kindly again her hint welcome

And her page horror turned love valored

Like only fortune cookies spoken or radio songs titled remembered alone

I thought and thought and again that it was her oh!

I had enough lost from my arsenal that when I found her she claimed

And her exclamation extended expanse that I located greatness

Like a little child’s faith or small baby animal’s hope she enlarged my estimation gained

I thought evenly was it right up to her smile

I fell down loving what does it mean?

And her smile crept up to let me really know

Like nothing like everything you have altogether ever seen

I at thought about the country that it relates to her run

I offered office space in application on ballot

And her twirl as if ballet leapt over my threshold

Like voting her box she had the gloves hands fit in to make it

I thought-provoked right left it be all her

I sat where she sat, it was in her thought

And her like feeling love lucked light

Like lifting lay mesh all alike what it was was us, our we ought

I thought enough was it her answer?

I knew to question but neither initially asked

And her side found out peace by serendipity

Like part hiding without intention in stead of seeking at quest

I in thinking and thinking moved to thought it was her match

I reconsidered the thought police might reflect opposites attracting

And her faithful estimation on esteem was high though no such just reply so yet let a 

     sigh

Likely her hope reverenced the brisk peace then the quick quiet praise came to 

     expecting

I theatrically bowed to think in thought hey it was her duty day

I past the present to the future and stood figured

And her figure she kept she had in tow to know today

Like I knew now where she would be tomorrow’s yesteryear fortunes tendered

I considered in thought maybe it was just me

I of mine own love for the overcoming things I see in her

And me I told God first how that I loved these rounds upon her

Like nearing the close of a season knowing we conquered through there

I thought to bethink the thought it was her “yesshh”

In forthrightness though hindsightry and churching bringing back to your heart

And no need to ask elsewhere her question without looking was “Do you love?”

Like promise about herself about time it became picking an other kiss by word-drop 

     lark

At last I knew it her melody

I caught her rhythm was clandestine

And her melody picked over my ability

Like opening a whole new can of being

I thought thought at reminder about with her dance

I with a colored walk heard her silent shout very nice

And her disguised discotheque yes no harm to charm

Like a knowing wing extended hand Ha!-ed why eased, with a way so wise

We took our hands in to consider in thought a merry marry as it was her hand

We in gathering spousal managed manners matters

And we minding that our minds agreed in unity one accordingly

Like spent went together until afterwards hearts stilled pitter-patters

We thought it was us now, stacked chips, on stage center circus ring, Velveteen real

We turned to greet a supposed-to kiss wind-blown

And now our turn with fate held hands up with desire

Like sweet victory you do not deserve but ask for your very own

I did it thinking on her a dream stream here

I in having a quip grip to have and to hold really did

And her with lighter thumb was without pretense all the more intense to spar

Like no trouble not a problem you won my meddle medal ma’am spare rib

I neared thought almosts to our conscious heart/s at her psalm diamond

I have the goods her neighborhood began to brood the scene broad

And her twin in the world were if we pen-palled over adult / child cereal commercial 

     godspeed

Like this that soul mate maybe to marry of vs. off a bundle buddy humble-pride

I I, I love more individualities about you than I can count then

Ally formal from fast & prayer at love help meet helping submit: her save continues 

     ‘they’

Because of her, our mutual giving afore both severally sufficiently spirit-led one joined 

     1

Like of heaven, invert two-extra extroverts; Mary’s Joseph not yet Joseph’s-Mary

I think I cannot in thought take you with

I can but see about days’ seize pleased a roomed home-abide

And should turn up together veggie gardens, choice vine coulds, please trees of the 

     would

Like without in the world very verily verified that you decide the ride

I think-think at high noon it was her beauty best rest mercy

I and her gorgeous eye up all morn new

And to read too her given day

Like intensity less frivolous there-there a situation on home in cue

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3 / 3 "It's Math, It's Love:" [poem]

by poet Eck, C. T.

Joy considered above as it counts up forward neither passive but active

Our coefficient expansion starts past confusion thought with passion

Every differential equation with a common denominator called you relative

This or that remainder of all we figure and through all we fashion

Plus 2 and 2 blessed, stuffed, let together

That is the 4 for result of mine addition

When love’s because begins to multiply

You enter to call our variable equation

You are the answer after the line or sign equals

Of a numerical mathematics quell set

If empirically you remain fanciful

Then you exponentially increase to fit

Math sometimes escalates the quite impossible

Numbers accelerate in of that many a book

By the enigma of our story problem

The riddle is solved when my heart you partook

All around us the work of soul pieces

The order of creation expands and presses

Did our Creator make ones for the two!

Now that I have heavenly been with you there’re less guesses

Keep all figures a bold grin grid design

Lines go to point to our shape becoming lessonings

Geometry calculated matrices so congruous far fine

Divisible coincidence sexes trace good being now telling

This numeral grab bag of positives ahead negatives

So to hold my place in order graphed decently inspi-red hot

Symbols are a language if you embassage reregulated

Anything in the laws of nature share these have hearts aquest and pleasant

Earlier guesses of multiple choice answers by logic got through less a chess destiny fate

Standards around about marriage until gotten their principle there we learn

A wise wait from off the tree of maybe a courting then mightily stately a date

Figuratively transferring neither deference nor homage but likened obeisance been

Well alright it was good how so the trig were big and the calc felt free

When in the paged daylight the sunbeams angles were too many to math it and tell

What was counted of you that it was all you because of the belief our hands held nee

Much ado over this sphere’s mingle room about an undefiled and a reconciled locale

On it just then we thought to recheck our figures near or far

If it was not for the far cost of the time it took we might have liked to cook the books

If at all the whole was more than dear we should still have smarts for skills clear

Again and again we found faith was what evidence of things unseen in all we looked

Within the 10-based number system there may be room again

More in store left counting in your homework on right

Until one more degree of passion mercy spent then

With what we might the balances shift likenesses slight

John said books to fill the world contained one-by one apath
Should the things Jesus got done fret constrain in to fathom less Godhead math
Those musicks on strings zero the air sound-rings by to bring songs-class
When Paul spoke in new tongues he may adjust native language aligned plain speech 

     or steadfast

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