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TOUGH ENOUGH TO PRESS WITH YOUR CHIN GRIN, A CRISP WORD-PICTURE!

If there is an official creative writing headquarters at Eck’s Port, it is right here. Since this whole website shares creative writing on every page, I thought to just keep up the pace this “Ecks-press” page. If what you are looking for is creative writing to the max, you clicked over to the right site. If what you like is poetry, you are even closer and have cracked open poetry-a-plenty (and we’re wise to you). Wow now!!

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

The first two of three poems found this page are from the ‘Story Form Poems’ Category in the newer Book, respectively titled “Standards High” and “Mermaid @ WaterPark (Pen-The-Cost/Worth)” (“Mermaid. . .” comes along with a ‘General Guide’ for readers of all ages and is in and of itself a mini Children’s Book of sorts), while the third of these three poems found this page is from the ‘Psyche Poems’ Category in the newer Book, titled “I Would Be.” Each of these three poems are some of this Author’s best creative writing, keeping you on the edge of your seats as far as poetry can do, and the “Mermaid. . .” offering is perhaps this Author’s most highly favorite mermaid tale he has yet to hap upon, and not just because he wrote it (please enjoy the included ‘Guide’ to help you discern).

Farewell,

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

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1 / 3 "Standards High" [poem]

by poet Eck, C. T. 

You act like you saw a, a ghost

You just noticed the Holy Ghost t a l k i n g

That could have been all tons of tongues was

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Believe

You seem as though you lost yer nerve

You did decide to ask her near anyway

That could have been all hours of hers was

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xo

You feel you could have donebetter

You ended up giving it your best shot

That could have been all such of much was

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!

You exacted all your labor

You maywellbe expected too much

That was precisely all bearing of being was

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Focus

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2 / 3 "Mermaid @ WaterPark (Pen-The-Cost/Worth)" [poem + 'General Guide' immediately following]

by poet Eck, C. T.

BOOKEND LEFT
Seen an ocean notion scene enclave close there: she tails the surface
Like the dolphin clan if they excite right by ship
Solid over sea her little wiggle shunned to giggle, gone for deep recess
How cares into causes those free years were spent lent a race grace
At "Encampment Under The Sea" a slight for light by near surface-level revel dances
Like she haps having had practiced
Why wise her wait for density met: yet it was yours, the showers-raised waves
As her destiny were tiny weight depths of reef floor and more
(Finding entrance ministered to journey through but first to
Too the center of the Earth a mirth, a mean middle to see under sea
This story form poem)

When men are guided to their desired haven
As the sea is stilled that its stormed waves are calmed
Look most fell into the great waters of the deep
Begin to feel now tell of what you find comes back to you

She not from a rib but of the rolling waves’ colors perceptible but intangible

All a scale fray at that which stitches an itch on hatch scratch

Thus oasis if island questions miraged a mirrored answer
More mermaid hinder length above salt water rush-off 

For tail’s tip slendering a fan-out 

Some down-slap of greenish-teal fishy half upon slick coastal rock 

Crashing sound and splashing round as she hides within the surf free 

For ivory-pale naked skin top appearing inside a seawave and woman’s hair 

Dark colored hair, but what, in ultraviolet spark with the secret tint 

She only sings the siren’s song 

Though she knows the strength of the sea’s call 

From giant sea shells to traveling the underwater rip currents 

At an understanding bests the turtles, whales, and dolphins 

Day is sometimes above 

But dark night is always in the deep 

Below with the anglers and eels and magic glow 

A mystical fantasy realm uncannily awaits 

Fingers of hands that touch kind, kindly in kind 

Though less than along a tail that firmly holds steadier 

Pivots, parries, spins, torpedoes, maneuvers 

Alloy-esque does doing waves abruptly but softly 

Lashing amidst the coral color 

While glad to glide fancy in the tall weed 

Takes in the tide to shore as upon a wilder steed 

Never to stay longer upon the sandbank 

Having a mind to rebury treasure 

Sees a ship no terror though men gasp 

Gaming they shall find the same creature again 

Spiraling the huge anchor chain and leaving an ocean lily 

Over past the islands of pools 

Passages found between the caves by reef 

Waiting and sleeping breathing bubbles 

Smile and blink and know another loneliness in this world 

Then call moving through dense liquid heavy on skin and scale 

Floating in a circle with the others 

Remember centuries of surreal recollected traveling adventures 

Curl and stretch and live another love
Finding much ado in somethings within surroundings
Then knowing not another but an especial mercy
About the Mer-Sea you pass through to swim in as your own

:open interlude:

Break at point wit next sea waves or surf free

Inspection of self-looking reaction

Whether you see in the water’s face try

Or you know what is there apace, my

The greater sin is the increase lack at grace, bye

:return from intermission:

Of a day-in-the-life, by Mermaid for Mermaid but not of, for of fancy is fantasy

The water like a park in the midst of these dreamings of her placement amid

It was all basement and none but a line of wavers for seeing the roof sky high up

Once above the canopy was clearer than the under torrent right left the night light

For oft the created stasis of cloud-parted beams shone down less deep enough

Did we hear that she too among hers would see in the darks but not through her eyelids?

Those when blinked shone bright so then she tried not to close them at length

White on all white not without blight the light was her lighting alright

The breadth of the widened sea gave her none reason to wink as a safe sleeper

When she should arise like most Mermaid ones another rasp of her bracelets lit

Just like sparks so more like a dive flare to let all or else know how that she were there

That theirs halted from weaponing the underwater one-level appeared fogged specialty

Perhaps one stark story like this may be sharing how ocean life may not to be empty yet

Nevertheless many expect that the seas are only bare in there if these know better

When her accessories emphasize or her gaunt gaze stares aware

Duly because of her training younger timings the seasons over called up wiser

The park of the water seemingly stronger and then she could stay faster

Recalibrating disaster in fine temper she liked the leap of will to meander under

In the middle of the sea it was the middle of the night

Lava leaks less wind though the winding channels wormed over quake of plates

Fair lept the waters underwater where she dared in funnels and fizzles

The drizzles of pressure puddles within the within and the beginning of deeper depth

About the mid-point of her resting taking sleeping she sees starting leaving dreaming

There abouts the twilight of seeing it herself she remembers timings the sea shifted shyly

Depth perception that could not discern whether asleep or awake: have her in halves

She awoke not all ready already enough suddenlike in air adrift above the surface

While sleep-swimming she arose from depth as she arose up to wake the wake

What of today that was yet dark, stars were out
Midnight blue reflecting over with shark shadows another fin seen

Before a sleek cloudcover to hover she showered in the moon sliver glistening

Apart like thickening so she covered her nose with her palms

There her pointers affixed her brow bridge while thumbing lips corners like fangs

Would she smile she should break a vow to trow of mirth apart from another

Setting rain seemed to find justice sheltering the seam of her skin in at scaley low down

Only stars were seen under water after storm hail were left in open above to hit

Very much and the cold could affect until the effect harped that cause to loose
I feel sign it is the end is near but, not to fear

‘I will be a star today surely,’ she felt and began to melt in heart

She knew in herself some special use befit her spirit in service

In mind to write she hurried to pick a sandstone tablet

Today she was really going to spend her day

Her’s for the hours

There apart from all others’, indeed their they’re

She thought ‘she was’ buzz busy but alone enough

(See, …the sea was soo broad her many were few)

So she paid to bend her spend for a quill with diamond point

Commencing to splurge splashing for extra octopus ink

She was sure she would duly overdo her expectations all tall

“Myths in mind though time cannot find” *ink-ink*

“The stem of them on the flower of power” *ink-ink*

:pause: as her hands felt more like lion’s paws than fingers with pen!

“Tree naiads nymphs deciding insiding the island forest” *ink-ink*

“Enlighten the tree tops bright as lightning might” *ink-ink*

“No wonder not to blunder these spiriting other” *ink-ink*

“Dwarf songs echoing from for caves to over these waves” *ink-ink*

“Boulders move for grinding the stones of underground castles” *ink-ink*

“No wonder not to blunder these standing other” *ink-ink*

“Elves paddling small boats all evening near stream heads” *ink-ink*

“Those arrows they make can pierce chain mail girdles” *ink-ink*

“No wonder not to blunder these shouldering other” *ink-ink*

Then just a starfish brisked by she saying, “not now,” in exclamation on about the lot

Though exceeding glad of the little one to brighten her day even without a ray light

After, a whale sounded and stopped next her to show its tail alike some

What that whale fed on the ocean’s key krill plankton hits spots: it has a smile move unto

Once at her pure white lasso this sea’s maid caught this whale and rode it into arctic waters

At last she recollected at the time that ice bergs stuck to scales and skin and returned

Chilled out of her white blood she liked where a team of dolphins took instead to tropics

At that her hands remembered the pen and tablet to continue in efforts while treading

First ‘let me ask,’ she says to herself, ‘that my flask is on task’

‘For I care if my carafe is full to the brim,’ think-thinking, ‘for drink to think’

“So brings up the Kraken floating in the storm sea foam” *ink-ink*

“Returns of at depth to hide to be found alike again” *ink-ink*

“No wonder not to blunder this staring this another” *ink-ink*

“Griffinin the clouds on skies forbidden if brazen when shift-images begin” *ink-ink*

“Sea mirrors in that swing of tail as wings flap and a roar out in beak screech tear reaches” *ink-ink*

“No wonder not to blunder these suddening other” *ink-ink*

“On a drifting log not wet yet a fairie rested room for another poem” *ink-ink*

“Safer on the water surface evened by shore’s creatures for swims” *ink-ink*

“No wonder not to blunder that selecting other” *ink-ink*

At that she perceived she only had one more line in her

Laughter bubbled up in her even when she was not happy

‘Falter now and you will not again hear man neither by sickle dream nor by fan vision’

She waiting to wait a bit anticipating tightened up and curled tighter

Even the curls in her hair rose some and danced a bounce

Her underwater pattern of scales and split end altered from the surface’s light started

Shifting squares and lines of a likened chess board spread varied along her longer half

In designs detailed for script to write if translators could esteem shapes streaming startled

!Salty screaming!

Colors of colors in shades of hues unimagined if not in viewed volition

There were whites too in those colors as it brightened nearly to glow below

Too she tightened her dark dark black coat like the night sky over sea horizons spilt

Oh but the depths would hide her there wrapped in darkly dark lack luster

In a skin that survives underwater beneath scales at line connection, the middle click belted

The coat happed to help deep pressure black-like-that-dark but not revolting at revolutions resplendent

Lift lay mesh bundles a hood on her chief member head with eyes behind “looking ahead”

Now and then a perfume button would sparkle to let another stay aware

Distant

Not to remain away but to fear only another mermaid was nearer

For only the mermaidens knew all what those flash-blasts meant

As hunting or haunting when to smell a nicety or to seem attractive

She would break open one of her perfume buttons over her front

Above water level surface made scent sense or under ocean cover furled aura vents

Today she had a full supply of all of six totaling best with a replacement seventh

Her final line for this morning did not have her mourning

*ink-ink* “Though we appear out or in sides as gods for duration in design”

*ink-ink* “Only God can create something better than folk lore”

In thorough reflection she felt grace she could do better but cared

‘Though I have plenty of octopus ink and my coral pen is working good and goodly’

‘Am I in the mood for a seaweed leaves sandwich with a fine fish?’

All the sea was her fish pond

Her speed could easily catch up too to catch any for-a-sandwich fish food

So she could by her strengthened arms resist a shark to in jab-popping defend also

Though if why else was not lobster bright red bold enough to view seeing scene in sea

This daytime she opted to call for the pelican who already had fishes to splurge

For she left to reserve her energy for writing yet exercise would work out goodlier

So she began to whistle and if you have heard it is more like an owl screech

Somewhat like a banshee has shriek and also loud enough to carry over air or under deep

Meanwhile in the wait for a pelican she thought she remembered some in her eye whites

The some summed she remembered upon was a unicorn she thought she may have seen

Gathering that one only remembers a unicorn the while one sees upon that horned horse

The reason was both because of her subject for writing and also for being hungering

Maybe to marry a centaur as a better half in halves seemed feasible, how to maw later

There she already knew ahead of time where and what

She would be up at to doing at evening all night to transform regaining

Creatures she missed to remember to tell all someday what she had at heart

Today was the day of someday someplace somewhere for someones anyone 

Then thinking without breathing as usual for her abilities

‘What if, that is it, what if there were a sandwich sandstone tablet?!!’

‘For why or why not did not the sandwich inventor call it ‘sand-wich’ because sand?’

‘It just must have had something to do with the sand!’

She questioned and wrote again in extra credit honorable mention

*ink-ink* “And God only can create a bi-book like a sandwich opening”

Though it seemed odd to her but not off to her momentarily she left to eat

As she considered that what she had written was too deep

By that she had never seen any bi-book to appear othering than her sandstone tablet

She immediately constrained to dissolve her writ in the fresh-water heat spring

Moreso seemingly more god-ly to grant giant gone-ing than even to gain men’s gold

There at the bottom of the ocean it would take a great part of the day to travel

Traveling to down at and apart her destination too

She reconsidered again not to tell anyone if she would really

So we never know whether, or to will we can tell sure

Did she single-handedly inspire the bi-book you have heard

Of all the exploits secrets remain without regret until certain death or spilled life the same

Do not pout inside out what about this clout

Only a mermaid has Mer-Sea to go a way for now today

Merry the Mermaid said herself, ‘a mermaid’s good day is well’

Like a deep well dark saying sometimes under water seem only said until understood

On her parted tail end to stand is hard but it also takes aside undergirding understanding
For the mean time while her conch couched coos who’s use is to hear many more
Miles outer than the ocean until she carved shell spelling into an horn of salvation
With what she was wields wise-on-sin over devil wiles bitterly enticing or sweet allure
Many smiles that said kiss singular has finesse finale

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Shark slappin' at once “playing Chicken" – her nose knows not to show below such nice ties bed enough slept 

     or staid up
Hoochie-coochie cookie hour anti-psyche double reverse super-imposed negative image: sie mermaid be 

     merry.
Scales over each other in rows and ridge-lines on fan of tail
Then skin akin sunsoaked looking in the up or pale veiled cloaked at current sail of sea only
Individually as sequins sparkling spangle those jeweled gems of less alone precious stones
Heiress swimming already in her inheritance the paths of seas oceaned wide
In waterpark an ampersand at her she-mer-natural vision saw mawed an alarm clock in the croc
But right left him live to cook all hook teach-reached by many pirates spy-sly trying again
Read the read begin
See those words to hear your inner man pronounce heart's muse-most
Under-stand the over-world never-never converting folks accompanying healing peoples' steeples

BOOKEND RIGHT

:: General Guide ::

Afterthought Discussion Items:

1. Glaring at us in the eighth Psalm specifies "and the fish of the sea, and whatsoever passeth through the paths of the seas"; does this context speak something to you as a reader of this poeming work (“Mermaid At WaterPark…”) about things around the known into the unknown, unexperienced though likened?

2. What do you bring to “Encampment Under The Sea” from you and yours or your leadings, framings, or tellings?

3. What do you hear about “inspection” into self-looking from [open interlude] unto [return from intermission] all over grace as a true theme or a proper process awareness?

4. Located in God’s Book, known today as our Bibles, Ecclestiastes in 6: 10 set up "That which hath been is named already, and it is known that it is man: neither..." lets about that the type of thing in Mermaid At WaterPark… is part person as what would tend to be expected if one would look into deep of sea when in expectation of being used to what has been. According to how perception lets us refigure, does this typification seem odd, or even?

5. Whether you have either or never been around a “water park” what has evoked in your own elation of or on such a topic?

6. Is lore a bore because it has in store travail sore?

7. “Did she single-handedly inspire the bi-book you have heard” leaves about the “Bi-ble” likely, so does it harbor a liking for you, yours (or are some of you “playing chicken” with spiritual reading?)?

8. Now and before your very eyes for decoding reading is a “blog-esque” article to, again, discuss, likened to a little less than an essay but more than a note to toot your horn of finding yourself forlorn on the folklore that aims other than old wives’ tale before you learn to scorn what you fail to weigh as you come to prove all things that this is also one of those things to belabor. This author likes to be comprehensive, thorough, and exhaustive and harbors especial mercy for a becoming understanding in light of all available recourse. In other and few words, and in this of less than an even ten (10) questions, Mr. Eck causes to instruct in much leaving of what many have started but not finished in showcasing mermaid proportions in the arts. This has been a short story Children’s Book basically and before we may hear by on any others of Mr. Eck’s writ, please stay near around until rehash on mixing matter of creature specs is required in simply writing on this: mermaid(s). Indeed this “Mermaid At WaterPark (Pen-The-Cost/Worth)” was of mainly a lone mermaid with little mention of underwater society, but at the same time left less to be in want or desired as to the what-like to find in the “Mer-Sea.”

9. What! What was not discovered much on was that the “fan-out” of mermaid’s tale is rather very wide, wider than would be surmised? Then, and her mermaid hinder half is longer than her long-tall woman half, at least for this fish tale. If not more apparently evident, these are true about “her” and so. If only as female, a final copy on her own among man(kind’s) rough draft man and final copy woman, this is worthy sum, some. Women wear dresses skirts, and here mermaid Merry always does, does not turn into a woman at landscape, and makes this author reflect that women-women would wear woman pants if they do not don mermaid’s maneuvering scaled sea-half manner/s. Also, her, Merry’s, hands may be webbed at will, like as her nose changes, too.

DEDICATION:

Hereby “Mermaid @ WaterPark (Pen-The-Cost/Worth)” poem-story is dedicated to whoever would esteem the role of mermaid should it become a motion picture or an animation or claymation, or even a reading, if ever this can, each by and by.

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3 / 3 "I Would Be" [poem]

by poet Eck, C. T.

Upon the Empire Roman

I would be a believing Christian

In the fight of American Revolution

I would bear the call to arms

In the era of abolition

I would be an educated Negro

With all these churches going teachings

I would be and am already here, born again

With the latter rain revival

I would be a Pentecost churcher

With the Indian nonviolent protest

I would be ground-seated at the horses’ hooves

Near the time whereof prohibition passed

I would be await to take a drink instead of tea

At the age of reason

I would be a conscientious objector

Via the war on drugs

I would be whole at the pharmacy, going for only a snack

Because of the side effects

I would be for to politely explain my scream screen apart brain drugs

Due to the present evil world

I would be churching to get and stay saved

When the Kingdom comes

I would be raptured

When the Judgment Seat of Christ speaks

I would be glad to have a place prepared reward

When the thousand years are up

I would witness fire around the saints’ camp

Where eternity starts since time

I would be meek on Earth in the New Jerusalem City

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