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The www.Ecks-Port.pro Report

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Heyyo Porters:

IN COLOR, AT SEVEN

For our ‘colorscape’ of not just any rainbow, and but here a PoetryBow, these days modern communities and all sorts garner rainbows for flags, logos, or other usages and if you’re still not sure what I mean it may be better just not to know because those who do can tend to get up in arms by gallivanting boisterously in biased and transfigurative ways; so, if you’re still questioning what the good Lord has to do with rainbow origins (God’s account sets out about how the bow / rainbow originates within Noah’s Flood at ‘Genesis’ found by our Holy Bibles all the way in to mentions in ‘The Revelation’), let’s see how it doesn’t stop there until our ‘PoetryBow’ today and has more to do with much more than we can present in all our fanciful borrowing and strident reclamation. A reward is that Mr. Eck will share a tasteful joke each colored page (one of which is an original by C. T. Eck himself! – at Orange Fix page, by the way for your information), plus a double whammy for one of the seven for you to find, so read them all if you will.

ALL ABOUT THE DOUBLE (2!) POEMS LANDED ON “VIOLET FIX”

Both the poems found this page are each together from the ‘Faith Stand Poems’ Category in the newer Book, respectively titled “But For God” and “Not Chance.” These two poems found this page are each together all of scriptural, spiritual, and religious (and but not too very overdone), where they are each personal, reasonable, and monumental as in somethings to be guarded close and watched well.

Farewell,

 

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

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Good Jokes #7 / 7 [notably, the only double in all these seven (7) chambers]:

- Why are they called apartments when they are all stuck together?!

- If con is the opposite of pro, is Congress the opposite of progress?

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1 / 2 "But For God" [poem]

by poet Eck, C. T.

But God put a spirit with my body

Before the enemy broke down my little bird limb

But God put life in my blood

When as the enemy bruised my flesh

But God put anointed breath in my nostrils

Upon the enemy racing against my thoroughbred spirit

But God put up longsuffering with my own trespass sins

Because the enemy may not yet know the forgiveness from the mess

But God converted my lack of discipline into a Christian disciple

You decide if the enemy can change matter -holy beauty- from an ugly fish me

But God put His Name on me to rebound

And the enemy foes cannot fight the Spirit I found

But God put new tongue languages in my mouth wide

Can the enemy submit high praises like me and all those on our side?

See God counts me innocent of great transgression due to an amount of faith

Even if the enemy watches the wicked iniquity of it all in a measure of fuss

Still God comes in to never leave nor forsake His own

Since the enemy goes round about making our house less a home

But God puts forth commandment that can be obeyed as true

Some depends on how some enemy goes into the captivity meant for you

But God put down that how you played your cards alone is now in light of more

But God put victory knowing He was playing His hand in lead with you in store

If the enemy makes out like if anything can go wrong it should and will

If the enemy bests anyone he beats up himself by self-confounding so shamefully

With God it is let more than wishing you knew then what you know now

For the fellowship of the Spirit lets you know now what you’ll find later too

The enemy is not mankind, so become kindly against calamity as scarcity

But of God we have what we require to find refuge under His wings ‘till this comes to pass

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2 / 2 "Not Chance" [poem]

by poet Eck, C. T.

Even when you are home

It is not home felt

Never get to go home

There’s no place like home to cry out

Somewhere between poverty and riches

Not poor enough to be homeless

But not rich enough to pay the bills

Feels like being used

Peace peace when there is no peace

All’s fair in war

War and love

Peace felt strong for a moment

Seems like a hard-knock life

Too harsh to haply pursue

Too easy to give up though

Even on as ancient arrives

Not chance to call

It must be time for this

There is still factored time

Calculate or count the cost well worn

You are up

Not down for the count

Not away from life living

Tell me how much the truth has

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