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

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Heyyo Porters:

YOU DON'T HAVE TO LEAVE, SO STICK AROUND A SPAN

As I suppose, exiting as a theme is not ideal for a website: unless you are in a crowded theatre that is burning down on fire, exits are not thought on too heavily (in reflection on seeing an "EXIT" frame sign above a door out though, one might remember what was in store at either Eck's Port generally or here by "Ecks-it" for this specific page). At "Ecks-it," this can be an exit from mediocrity, from complacency, and from compromise. An Eck’s Port store is not going to be on the way, so sorry. Howsoever, and already here is a new poetry-only Book, in good form, complete with an interesting “Afterword” by the Author, me, C. T. Eck, whose name you may feel free to search at the ‘Bookstore’ on AuthorHouse.com, my publisher (you can find some of the poems to be included within the upcoming Book already posted about these several pages, porters; and you can find the title to my newer Book within the main letter on the ‘HomeSweetPort’ page of this very site). To be continued, and in the planning stages are, of all delights, some Children’s Books for $ale and already up-and-running (check back every now and again at Amazon.com by the same Author name: C. T. Eck – for all of eBooks Kindle Edition/s, paperbacks, and hardcovers).

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

All three poems found this page are each collectively from the ‘True-Accounts-From-My-Own-Life Poems’ Category in the newer Book, respectively titled “Under, Over” and “Samantha Who?” and “Unique.” Each of these three poems are some of this Author’s highest secrets, and but of course are true accounts like the Category says so of, only to be shared with open heart/s and caring folks, though I have thought “Under, Over” is also one high class endeavor on its own level of expertise.

Farewell,

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

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1 / 3 "Under, Over" [poem]

by poet Eck, C. T.

I sat on three steps

On the top step without reaching the pavement

Legs stretching two steps down

Under a drive and a round canopy

Arched over the driveway

Of a larger parking lot

For one of the oldest churches

In this town where I find myself lingering

Moved here still with myself

I see a forest of trees planted by the breeze

And I notice the spaces of shade the wood has made

Seeking answers questions ask like

What makes up the difference equations estimate?

Meekness is not weakness!

Later on not to be the late first

While a sky light is vertigoing

Port holes open along a captured alive horizon

Under the blue dome overhead

Or gray day of oh so whoa no woe
Wanted ride - get thru space
We do not need a room of give place

Is it scary to live on a planet?

Do not need to be taught the fear of God
Tho forgiveness business is not too odd

Or love cold dice

Or hope old spice

The belief tells told twice

Or thrice, nice smiles like grains of rice

What God creates one world with brain storms

More chances and this time a round
A supposed word worlds framed by, in as much
That that and this word equality evens brittle
To suffer while patience

Perfects stablishing strengthening settling for glory, dominion Creator spokes

My Friend sends a thousand words

Per day to me every single day

As we spin West to East

Assuming so since a ball sun comes at us beginning over the eastern sky?

Traveling tends poverty, but if the world were flat would you still fall?

Pictures in the sky looking down

As I look up to greatness shown

Worth a thousand words

Altered by the hour, updated every minute and more

Declaring His glory besides

It follows me no matter what

Matters not which road I am on

Or what building I sit by

My blue dome lengthens directly above

Tall enough to feel comfortable within

Not too claustrophobic sic whatsoever

Cannot tell for the life of me

Well if the Earth spinning wide, why due North is wise

Though I can tell a sense of direction innate instinctly

And a chronometer inside senses have lead, and feed on need

HoGh Chemistry though the Milky Way likely has no cap

On top of the Galaxy gallon

Law of Gravity gratify what worth wrath is?

What is right-side-up with sovereign nation states a sight tonight or to by ally unite

Faith fight might must trust hush, shhh believe

Walk up to march in

Is the map right in front of you another land down under?

Let him who reads understand the answer to the question

Fragile or fancied today

As yet all the days of the Earth while the Earth remaineth

Seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, winter and summer, day and night shall

Not cease, peace peace none

I may not be walking on water

But I am surf-balancing adrift

On one massive land mass slab

Whose foundation goes down so deep

It reaches to the other side of this place

Through to the other side of the world

Only know and watch about that heart of the Earth had Hades

Has forever here or your heaven year hath outworn scorn?!!

Sun roof and moon sky light there their stars dancing on the ceiling

Three heavens, two sides to the sea on or under, one split continent

Meeting the bigger island is land loving a harbor at oasis?

Or merely a mirage sandscape escape?

Can you tell will will tell the stories tale tall a reversal reverently?

The land and the sea lesson the sky heaven leaven not to lessen

The greater light first as a strong man to run his race sunny every today

The angel in the sun maybe behind a disc rolled stone

Though hidden some days are better than others our esteem wades determinations

Wanes worsen celestial v. terrestrial, trial and test

Experience is a hard teacher with the test before any lesson

By the sections the night moon refracted light reflected

Catch you in the breaks of days

Life and breath and all things consisting

While the insides of me circulate

The whole of this sphere we are on rotates

As the stuff that keeps me on gravitates

And the strength that holds me up moves in motion

My being and the I I am rejoices to see these new days

While we are spiritual tool, we surely have our make-up of this dust

Then planet for products for purchase for people

Instruments of musics our voices in the noises

The delight of being on a ball is spectacular indeed

It is a small world after all because for the reason this is that

Therefore though time is longer the surrounding atmosphere is not that long

Spent all night on the earth a mirth of berth

With no line on the round horizon in view, about you

You can see the end friend

But do we move faster going East with the spin-flow?

Finally stable enough moving while we travel

Not quite stasis even when still

Three or four chances in split decisions of a 12-hour window

Twice told ‘fore the door in store

Hi to the sky a high third heaven unseen abiding

In between is a chameleon black surrounding drop of deep space

Saying second heaven is not to be second hand for clay creatures

Of the earth or from the pinnacle of creation’s side for bride

Did you know the sun doesn’t go down?

It is just an illusion – caused by the world spinning round

Sitting and spinning with my feet now on the floor

On a turning planet Earth

Wide enough to never find the end

Unless a rocket turns to break the atmosphere

Moving to a point I can feel I can touch

At least with words and you

Both durable for the day

While living on a planet enjoy the view for the stay

See through to the stars with me

Only by night

Slight fright a freight await

Though the sun is fun

A while we will wheel under so well

You know who knew we could tell

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2 / 3 "Samantha Who?" [poem]

by poet Eck, C. T.

An air of poetry filled the gloom

As a kind of smiley feeling moved the room

I put more rocked sugar on my spoon

Then I left the whole arena since high noon

Once upon a heavy-bearing daydream while at school in the third grade

In the hard middle of a stark trance I broke loose one day inside

We must have been learning to spell that mid-week month season

There maybe was a pause and then it was me who let it go out

No, it was not an uncontained belch or a fart cloud you naughties

Speaking in as clear clarity and spoken audibly loud in articulated annunciation

It went simply, exactly, prophetically, correctly

S – A – M – A – N – T – H – A

I am sure eyes were rolling but silence was glowing

Class came to an abrupt halt for ten longer seconds

My school teacher, her eyebrows raised, looked surprised and shocked-shakened altogether

An effect of blank flabbergast blasted along above our heads

The room’s atmosphere may have been ripped open

But a pin drop would have been noticed thereafter

More studious students with attention paid never knew what hit them

Otherwise potent sleepy ones suddenly but briefly no doubt turned awake

Now there was one “Samantha” in my class from my very neighborhood

But I am not sure it was not necessarily meant for her specifically

And as far as I can recall it was not particularly to be about her either

Just one of the plainest hard words for me to spell to be proud of when I did

Only that way might have been to name my newly born sister

Other than what she came to be called by

Or maybe some nearby Pentecost-Christian church had been or was at prayer

And I received a Holy Ghost sip from Jesus in a unique way

Spelling but not quite speaking languages I never knew in tongues

Though later in life to receive this gift maybe that day a cup of cold living water

Though Samantha is an American name but not Old English or Hebrew

It is both an embarrassing and exciting secret I keep shut up

Only to reveal to some not to all

Aren’t you glad you know it now?

Doesn’t it make you smile some too?

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3 /3 "Unique" [poem]

by poet Eck, C. T.

I experienced a unique occurrence

Unique because I have never heard of anyone else having it happen to themselves

Tonight as I lay down to sleep

After a little while post-nightfall

But well before midnight

All as I am lying down sideways upon my pillow

The walls seem farther away

If I notice with eyes open again

My head seems flatter

And with my hands, my head feels bigger too

Mostly in my mouth and upon my palms

A sensation funneled into my mind

I try to lay more still to take it in

And remember better later, though unparalyzed

My tongue, and actually teeth, seem swollen

I do not talk because there is no need alone

Though without pain like styrofoam

With hands and head likened to plastic play blocks for children

The porous, light kind, yet without holes but colored variously

Maybe the beginnings of a balloon-like fever

Though a fever never accompanied this before so few times

I have known this randomly since my youth

And it is so unique

Then again I never tell anyone…

It has been so long, I almost forgot about this

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