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

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Heyyo Porters:

SOUNDS LIKE. . .CONSTRAINING TO CONSOLE

So, you arrived at Eck’s Port to find it’s at an isle: well, wait until you see just how extensive it all unwinds, or at least notice the extent to which it affects you positively in all it enjoins. Ever since it was written, “no man is an island,” some have disagreed, thinking those kind of writers have never seen some personal islands, and where they lie at sea. I think, therefore I am, and as I think, so am I (but don’t let this philosophy spoil you!). I’ve considered how “isle” sounds like “I’ll,” but it doesn’t seem like this fact matters overtly or conversely (unless maybe we consider what it sounds like in French, for one; or how about Port-uguese for Eck's Port!). I’ll just say that it may be “Ecks-Idle,” since I’m not addressing you in a talk or moving too very quickly on a podcast, for instance (I guess I’ve showed all I’ll need to for the next moment of a minute).

ALL ABOUT THE DOUBLE (2!) POEMS LANDED ON “ECKS-ISLE”

Both the poems found this page are neither from any of the 16 Categories in the newer Book and are savers for the Internet only, and but are respectively titled “Visit The Isle” and “Fortune (410) Fortress.” Thank-you for finding this first; otherwise this “Visit The Island” first of two poems found this page makes less sense (conversely, an aside, as for the second of two poems found this page, merely let it mirror to you as you see all it can contain from Author-me to Interpreter-you) – “This thy stature is like to a palm tree, …I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof:” [=’Song Of Solomon’ 7@7a&8a]; all because this is an island theme, please do this “must trust” specific instructions to read this poem from the bottom up, because it is typed precisely line-by-line upsidedown like as if you might or were to climb going up a palm tree (this be funnier but not funny because it proves a hardness to not read each stanza right-side up even as you go as you read from the bottom to the top, so take a reverse trip and maybe “rewind” if you find your mind and eyes skipping. . .hey-yo).

Farewell,

 

Ecks-Port pro, c/o C. T. Eck 

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1 / 2 "Visit The Isle" [poem]

by poet Eck, C. T.

Visitation recreation in regulation specifications

From interactive anime vacation station to set sail $ales

At harbor the pier is the only calm time worn

A peer at the turn of the tide does make way this day

Though there is a lot of room you need not get overwhelmed so find your favorite page instead

Explore the Isle while aPort like you might look around about a new town to live

So in reading find optimums, courage, salvation

More than just something big to read

Just left what was written had I spilled a laugghh right?!

Say have you any fair-clean funny jokes you shall in speaking spoke

Like how far does the landscape go over about throughout.

Again the sand dune beached then no one had even measured

Like a healing word the anointing oil though was not coconut oil

Again the coconuts are fruit over nuts oh one just dropped

Like wilderness Israel spent the Corinthians church also heard of taught

Again the palm trees hold knowns and unknowns both

For today you found treasure in words amazing

Keep understanding in honesty

For what you need is straight ahead

Try to hold hope steady

While you accomplish all your dutiful sea faring

Please if you leave do so only after more thoroughly searching

Try typing a comment if one should inspire

As you prove your balanced technique

Have heart to stay on the board and not wipe out

As you use your computer mouse to surf

Remain free to stick around all this creative rarity

As you find this site in a search engine

We will stay enthralled this day upon maybe plenty of days

Come listen to my stories, articles, songs, and poems

We will get on and up without even studying that hard

Come learn from my fancy take

We will enjoy what is kindly supplied and gladly given

Come o’er to my Island Port

A chance for you to likely receive and fully revive

No man should go without hearing God’s heavenly preparation

An urgency for us in simply overcoming surviving if believing

No man dies for himself alone

A reason for me to share life’s essential search results

No man lives for himself alone

In the looking for of looking up

It is an oasis versus a mirage

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2 / 2 "Fortune (410) Fortress" [poem]

by poet Eck, C. T.

Breathe the transparent night sky

     in the blue of day sun the Highest’s name called in English

Go borne from born in to the open heaven sent straight

     directed above the kingdoms about nations’ Latin letters

The Greek she wrote on stance of worship befit more than lipservice

“Lo behold we heard of it in at Ephrathah:

We found it in the fields of the wood Jaar” of Hebrew

          [a Psalm 132 verse]

You do not revert back at midnight!

And we do not turn into statues for eternity!

Why be wise - even the fools are fond of food? says a sayer

Then and there the sum some made place for their God

As among gods we worship toward what we go up to too

Not unlike the Pools ringinging Narnia Chronicles is a new thing of great waters
My colors are the medium waters ark by liberty
Though like the woods fields of ps 132 are proper property
Candles are the spirits of little men heard opened
Times of finding fails our hours helps
With rewards diligently believe God’s I-Am glam
To tempt is not Of
We are weary of 'science' if untrue to laws remaining, unseen, aseam
Mercy rejoices against judgment because truth of faith rejoices charity
What is soft unto me if sorrow overs?
And if active cannot joy by the meditation medically call-by?
Honey I shrunk the sweet cane of us - a-scent
To what degree do flames of Yah call blessed?
To the seen of the end-scene some believest, some did not
That quiet the work took the works quite a body-by with I and I
Unity of liberty quites a charity in equality, the faith of our holy sobriety in but not of society
Apart, pass over all and penned cost, this the chance time too saves, and save

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