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

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Heyyo Porters:

DEFINE THIS: TAKING A TRIP ON THE TROPE 

To define this site means you might have to define a lot of words in the process (“Trope” here connotatively lets me think of rope right up front by loose word-type association, and should perhaps be cable for a computers theme!): “trope” isn’t used as much, and as unusual as it comes off, know it basically refers to a “turn of expression” (to define my site, one must realize it is made up of previously undisclosed variants of word-play puns utilizing my last name of Eck– made into new words that seem like common English words, making use of my last name in these ways has proven an “in” thing to do, at least for me (even if the “ex-” prefix means “out of” and certainly something has to be inside something else for it to be taken out of it)). The “Ecks” versus “ex” theme recurs across this site’s genre and may not be a type of literature, but is as similar to an archetype or a nonpejorative cliché for the purpose of sharing a terrific “Possible Mission” for you porters (read down near the bottom of the “HomeSweetO” page on www.Ecks-Isle.tech for my answer to why it’s not “mission impossible” for sure). These “Ecks-” usages have become a figure of speech, but not too much of a metaphor even though they are posted other than in the literal manner of the real words from our dictionary “e” pages. Since my Eck last name means “corner” as “ecke” in German / Deutsch, I thought to duly point out in Isaiah 11 (follow at verse 12) that my fantastic reference Holy Bible Book (good buy!) lists the four “corners” of the earth as four “wings” from the original Hebrew (then "Eck" would be "wing" at by one, like "on a wing and a prayer" and if vocabulary as longer is "corner" then "Eck" would be the whole shebang at the big "box" or "all foundation" evened an entire shape "square" there). It’s a global thing, like we’re flying out here with “wings” in outer space, and instead of falling off of a flat land mass with “corners” I guess (probably refers to the four points on a compass of North, South, West, and East and then ties in with the compass I dropped for you at the HomeSweetPort page, so go there to restart at will, all in sight of the site of my name, again "corner" or "wing" in translation or by extension, and not for the glory of mine me, but in the stead for my God, the God: Lord Jesus).

ALL ABOUT THE DOUBLE (2!) POEMS LANDED ON “TROPE ECK”

The poems found this page are respectively from the ‘Faith Stand Poems’ Category (here, titled “Citizen Of A World Perceived”) and then from the ‘Psyche Poems’ Category (there, titled “Traveling Time”) in the newer Book. Both of these poems found this page deal with the subject of perception or even “time travel” for starters, and in good ways not evil uses, and each of these two poems found this page are unique concoctions as far as poems go or even ever can be, both useful and beneficial for getting thinking straight and rightly so. 

Farewell,

 

Ecks-Port pro, c/o C. T. Eck 

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1 / 2 "Citizen Of A World Perceived" [poem]

by poet Eck, C. T.

Take time to get away from it all

On a vacation in your inner man around secret feelings

Come apart and rest or you’ll come apart in test

Make a space for the grace which is greater

Than the pressures, sin, and troubling conflicts you face

They say prisoners in concentration camps

Do not crack if they use their minds

To imagine fields of flowers and beautiful homely places

Instead versus concrete walls, barbed wire, and forced labor days

Picture a gourmet meal as you dig into the gruel

Good practice when facing crimes against humanity or spiritual propriety variety

When you are the one arrested away from society

Even as this society’s ills over inundate some aiming to overcome

So too in the rest of life, conceptualizing proves productive

Useful to see yourself at a finer, fancy established restaurant

When sitting down at the free community meal in town if short on groceries

Or valuable to envision yourself in a far off foreign country

If the city you are getting used to is not quite rubbing off on you preferably

Well if you cannot sleep, just rest yourself in your healing beauty chamber

When you get up and still do not feel good about your neighborhood

Think about a huge city-sized camping grounds with you pitched in the middle

If your job is a duty and you eat because you have to

Act like work is your hobby and meals are your leisure

Or be on a vacation of longer duration while searching again for work (but look!)

On a commute follow the speed limit but pretend Nascar has a bigger track straight

But if the delight in your days fails due to some years on your life

Remember to still try for good times since your Creator is still creating all around you

If a disaster of any sort happens to touch upon your life in tough love

Look to let others help you find answers that bring hope and healing and smiles again

Poet-make short takes and storied epics and classic climaxes teach these things

For the poets touch on the passions similar or familiar to how we all fashion alike

Too, are you especial to entreat?

Constituted affectionate feelings overflow from writers in tune

Pictured framings that borrow on reality but pay back insight doused in introspection

Feeding on the faithfulness up above surpassing life’s more dismal surroundings

Serve God my witness with my spirit

Buy this that I have myself standing though at kneeling or else

It may be I put myself out somewhere else with what I possess to entertain

But wherever you go there you are to be more

The answer to worrisome low feelings or angst

Is to begin to praise worthy God considering prayer then to think an asking

Though depression can be so beautiful

Although a strafe from deception and within a call beware what delusion both froth

While anxiety can provide a needed edge

Either against life’s stricter stresses

Or before a fall into perplexing despair

Did you know, can you tell, would you wish?

That there is a separate society from society-at-large

A holy society where troubles are identified

Battles can be won and lives can be transformed

Existing among all these societies yet one of its own

Known as the Church of the Lord Jesus Christ

Made up of people with or without buildings

Their ascended leader not so much about religion but belief

Made for overcomers, are you one?

But if not, know you must be born again

In order to see and to enter into the inspiring Kingdom of God

Now within, soon to be here

Where you go up, up to Heaven, not just a state of mind

You can then become what God wants for you

Your own desire to overcome begins there and renews

Imagine your heart, your life, your world

In a place beyond even what you have imagined

Full steam ahead before ships of glory come in

Inferences in intuition instinctive and beyond

Here’s why this poem tabulates reflective perspective despite principles scruples

Spiritual giftings benefits and instructions keep us honest

Most ingenious on much gratitude

All prepared for the world to come in a fallen world now

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2 / 2 "Traveling Time" [poem]

by poet Eck, C. T.

Meanwhile as traveling travels travails amidst trials

Making the three of time one of mine await for eternity starting blocks

Beforehand at the least we’ve noticed presence of past going future

Having an idea – of a chance perspective and the time of day for it

To go back and relive a life, yours the mine

Perception intact knowing then what is known now

It is not a question of time travel

‘tis the object of an inverted subject

My world my life my God

The travesty melodramautomatically draws drive

Derived rev tries of poetry telling it like it comes to pass

I wish I could go back and relive but I cannot go back I know

The son of man sent gave his life blood scent for me to go sweet

So I am planning ahead today for tomorrow, o hope hold

Peace at latter end of days, future creature

Yesterday is gone, gone and I know

Once the hence is beyond farce to the tense of stance

I am going back to my 35th year to reuse it

If we are given 70 in years would this be half way by?

The like of a hike above the alcove of what I and I trow goes

Now I am figuring, somewhat pretending recourse over resource

Depending on my ability to live it for the first

Time through that I have not lived it yet

I will get to take it in all sense-heightened

Perchance I remember things better

Doing my best while I be self-aware of the fact Spirit led

Living it all over again so to speak

For the very first second third time at once

Rounded back from 40, 50, 60 considering though looking ahead

Should have done it with 15, at 25, even five

Make all the right decisions macro micro managed, no damage

Pray twice for two things of peoples I am watered too to

Our Father Outline out of time outlying outer limits

Because as you see your old self at the end of elderly life perchance if

Is how it is to be now

Lived over even more special and as better

Though there would be news, obstacles, and parameters, the joys

The thing to do is to disconcern things of naught too discerned

So just how many times would be enough?

The question of being, once blind sight, serves spirit dear so sounds clear

Then order becomes ongoing through-and-through each today’s year

To live over knowing the previous shots but facing much more each trip, no fear

Touchy as is as I figuratively travel my time

Experiencing it for the first time as if I have seen it many times before trying

Vacation photo album concerted poems’ lines’ itinerated by heaven’s inheritance

Where my verbs with whenever nouns arrive as I walk about them rhyme

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