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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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PORTFOLIO e (Of e-h) = 'Highlights Categoricalls,' 16 Grand Total (one redirection to not repeat on Site)

By Poet Eck, C. T. of which 'E' is in-between

Trucking “SONG STYLE POEMS” Category trunk

Rejuvenation Song

Treasure vault/s locked with finer rings of cut-fast keys

To a bridge over troubled water, waves heaving aroar underneath

I will lay me down solidified stabilized willingly

Like a beam removing receded clean

Your mote will begin to disappear

Like a drawbridge was piked up then as opened wide

Our castle will is round about walled, fortified, protecting all else

Like the great Gatsby stretching out his arms toward the water’s span for love

Handed you reach beyond your moat for more than you know

As the one year you think you need

Is so reached for within or about contact secure

A military doctor’s love poems unknown

Of fiction’s test left movie-goers a gap open-ended

Lara conveyed of Yuri Zhivago’s lines, remarking

“This isn’t me…it’s you”

We frame the picture of inherited meaning

Is it as the poet found within his object of poetry sound?

Even as the knowledge of love strategy in Pride and Prejudice

Aided in giving for your love’s supply come in

Ready for the day your own love receives breakwater

My own story borrows of love’s vessel

Borders on a novel theme as I can almost taste her nearness

Production of soaring bedazzle spends when lovers’ voices catch each other heard

Shaking in love of deeper delight at just her thought in heart

Oh that you knew how these eyes belonged to you

Then oh what would be if you knew who you were for

Outsider stories tall inside longer tales

Reality’s viewers envisioned coldly heat tolerated

Then merciful showed mercy

So mercy was received one more once upon a time again

It is mine and I know that I know it is all of You

Father of spirits has having a plan for our lives

Look to it when I would a part

It is you I am after and that that’s written on your heart

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Trucking “INSTANT CLASSIC POEMS” Category trunk

Work Your Fancy, Firework

Poems’ word’s lines are pictures in a collection of vacation albums

Fireworks are shapes like spirits that disappear upon manifestations

Or ever either were specific they capture the nature of virtues

Fireworks are best with the night sky at rest when then the tests fancy impressions

Questions answering have much the hopes of hearts’ such as the finery of arts

These, they seam improvisations despite the choreographs, one an exercise and one a dance 

Is the atmosphere at most a mile up?

No need to know while we style up

Show me rain I can see through

Give me more than the sun to stare at

And…now…

The stifling July heat is not as intense under cover of night

We have gathered and waited and anticipated and are so ready

Try to speak, speak between firework and firework during enduring

Endearing

Ignitings thuping up and curving

As they press up pushing into higher air

Two seconds each but more than would count easily overall

Like the thump if I leap up full-body

Onto a futon mattress with a thud

Only louder and multiplied reverberating

Upon arriving way up in a moment

Out usually white

Of calculated decision, leaves then explodes

Hooks amazing colors after these or those bend downward to town

Gives us the circular collection of delightful ordered dots

Spread out and bright so bright in glorious outward revel

Waves the shape of pools crashing high but not too high up 

In the air over in front on a wrap-around screen vivid as is reality is

Because it is real, that far real and better that way though dangerous

Quick enough to not count by lingering before another

Multiplication shoot off more ways than compass points

White with red center or pink chasing to a green change

Rings enhalo more sparks crackling or spraying

Without a break we like to give to what it takes

The expression of instant glamour hardly outlasts our receiving it in

Here is blow-a-kiss big round circle shape

Close as a hand away and faceless

Despite the immediate disappearing, we enjoy the act in show

We cannot touch though we are moved by the feel

As the sights touch our very selves we have new emotions striding inside us

Singular super flash blasts resounding like artillery

As if God is taking our collective picture

As He snaps a shot of one crowd laid back

O-range drips whether orange or all any else

But that one dog is not going to quit out-yelping the show
There-there now it went inside or left off to continue to bark-bark

Some of the greatest have streamers whose tails disappear

But whose sparks do not die until they reach earth

Returning from above, assumed out but relit

Like salt shaken over food some of these blasts disperse and remark to us

Curly pig tail style swirls at speeds higher than need be

Fizzle-fizzles spark sporadic while bursting over right above

Rising star trying what not what of

Time times for a spinning ground-level upside down waterfall

Shooting up and out all about, are these my favorite or cannot I tell?

Then comes a pause and a reunion into this night’s cause

We are all smiles and cheers and applause and loud whistles

What do not we feel in awe and a like-new respect?

All things new with my Father who knew always

The finale – how grand it is

Enlightening the visage of my mind

While all the special greens and spectacular blues and spiffy reds

Lighten up the field and this crowd and our landscape

While the smoky residue fogs all about and over the pit

No comparison to the Club and their bass there

For this musical rapport is of another unique pace

Not a music review, but can you like my rant ramp fireworks fancy?

At the community fireworks display

And on the American 4thof July holiday day, Independence (USA)!

The fire work days come fast like explosions one right after another

A just-long wait before the finale likewise with how Jacob awaited salvation

Do not have to wish by song if this is Saturday-in-the-park

Some things in a fallen world, overwhelmed

Might never have been altered or much different

If the world had never had the fall

These celebrations show off to us

Telling visually and audibly this for us, as we respond weeeies

Fade out just before rounds of round sound

Reasons for getting into the colors of the planet

Created by mining resources splendid and sound

Oh fireworks, what have you found?

Now or to add to one chunk not less majestic yet fantastic and we are certain fans

With all of us impressed we honor your booms and bounds

There has not been much left to imagination all the way tonight
Nevertheless I figure you are watching too from among our crowd or across town
I think of your thoughts what you may be feeling on purpose
Under the behavior of explosions added on and on for us to share
Fireworks have that way of making all oh so fair

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Trucking “HUMOROUS POEMS” Category trunk

These Are a Few of My Favorite Things

In the count trying

By the way on Your side

At the middle stuck on finishing

Even up since failure, yet welling to abide

A few – of my favorite, things

Anew fronting alight the blessings may bring

Letting Jerusalem come into my mind

Thorough exploits throughout

Remembering salvation is of the Jews

Simple pleasures
Beauty sleep in a host of positions postured
Traveling fairs
Warm pockets
Nice smiles
Hot chicks, maybe soft yellow under a lamp
Packed parties
Fancy décor
The smell of gasoline actually
Female fragrance
Flower bouquets

Ready-prepared days
Big zippers
Gigantic or fancy buttons
Snaps on jackets up high by your neck
Attachments of anything and everything
Candy canes in July heat
November rain that does not freeze
Eating fresh snow, melting crispy white
Refreshing Birthday cards, on time, late, or even way early by one month
Eyes the color of deep bold
Holding a dancing woman by the waist
Savoring the lyrics of love songs even as a single bachelor
Real-life super heroes
Useful products
New inventions of good intentions
Conference calls with three or more
Small groups meeting and working with new people

Bettering churching by being me
Cold coffee drinks and straws
Candy, baby!
Steaming body showers
Ice cubes, period
Wavy hair and wacky bed head
Thick hair and huge brushes
Long straight hair and barber combs
The differences in hair colors, shades, and styles
Fish tank props, preparations, and presentations
Three-legged crippled puppy dogs
Fat cats and new kittens
A ferret named Sherwin who bounced like a basketball
My special silver Gant brand specs
Vests of all varieties if only to dress up for no reason and be hip
Grey-colored designer jeans possibly with stitches
Classy dress shoes, or boots
Walks with cherished family members around the block
Longer runs, like for almost an hour, weeeeie!
A good game of pick-me-up volleyball
Frisbee golf just for fun

Walking with a flying baby at arms ahead held horizontal
Knowing the answer before the question’s fully out
Equaling the timing of a world record, unsurpassed but tied
Matching eye rolling with close friends
Competing in any event that you ultimately win
Louder screams for ice cream
Pits of peaches and apple cores from apples promptly consumed
Guessing nongambled bets on horse races changed mid-way through
Free heated meals with vegetables, especially breakfasted, being served
Houses that are homes indeed
Holding hands with small children
Dashing between the rain drops
Driving the exact speed limit lawfully though annoyingly
Being just and experiencing justice
Getting what I want, practically but radically
Genuine-style and authenticity
Good intentions coupled with high hopes

Speaking in Holy Ghost languages new tongues

This being baptized by Jesus Christ, a birth in Zion

A perfect ending to a good start, more acceptable, less excused

I kinda like to play long notes on my kazoo

I kinda like looking right at you when I am still listening

I kinda like being snowed in at conferences

I kinda like the cool of lukewarm tea

I kinda like short poems that do not rhyme

These have been from the few of my favorite things

I’d add this one more in the midst, while at passing:

People like you if you really like these things too!

Thank-you, and thank-you, thank you kindly. . .

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Salts Fold

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 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 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 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 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 according

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 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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It’s Math, It’s Love:

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 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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