Category Archives: An Atlas Poetic

To be, or not to be? That is, for humanity, the threshold question.

It is Scripture (the Testaments, Qu’ran, the Book of Mormon, et. cetera) wherein

lives wisdom, and the uncommonly, common, Rules … Golden.

The very cross-cultural commonness of Golden Rules, evidences, their significance.

This repair manual is in the spirit of that significance.

Is to be or not to be ever to be the question? As in your brother Hamlet’s soliloquy,

this is about nobility but soliloquies are of Another.

The children of Allah/God/Jehovah/Yahweh are brothers and sisters before Him,

it mattering not at all, our nationality nor our tribe to Him.

Earthlings! Heed Penemue: The one and only Watcher of the original 400 left to do

(what eons ago), he was commissioned by Another … to do.

To be, or not to be? That is, for humanity, the threshold question.

It is Scripture (the Testaments, Qu’ran, the Book of Mormon, et. cetera) wherein

lives wisdom, and the uncommonly, common, Rules … Golden.

The very cross-cultural commonness of Golden Rules, evidences, their significance.

This repair manual is in the spirit of that significance.

Is to be or not to be ever to be the question? As in your brother Hamlet’s soliloquy,

this is about nobility but soliloquies are of Another.

The children of Allah/God/Jehovah/Yahweh are brothers and sisters before Him,

it mattering not at all, our nationality nor our tribe to Him.

Earthlings! Heed Penemue: The one and only Watcher of the original 400 left to do

(what eons ago), he was commissioned by Another … to do.

To be, or not to be? That is, for humanity, the threshold question.

It is Scripture (the Testaments, Qu’ran, the Book of Mormon, et. cetera) wherein

lives wisdom, and the uncommonly, common, Rules … Golden.

The very cross-cultural commonness of Golden Rules, evidences, their significance.

This repair manual is in the spirit of that significance.

Is to be or not to be ever to be the question? As in your brother Hamlet’s soliloquy,

this is about nobility but soliloquies are of Another.

The children of Allah/God/Jehovah/Yahweh are brothers and sisters before Him,

it mattering not at all, our nationality nor our tribe to Him.

Earthlings! Heed Penemue: The one and only Watcher of the original 400 left to do

(what eons ago), he was commissioned by Another … to do.

ON ONE ORB (2-From ‘AN ATLAS, POETIC’; On Making Common Sense Common)

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“What ten words do you to humanity, bequeath,” in a dream asked a fallen

angel, of a drunken Art. “Answer that in poems, to the nations.”

It had happened that Penemue (a Watcher angel, fallen), for his salvation’s

sake, posed to Art a plan whereby each might gain, his salvation.

“Answer poetically, that question and ye shall win for both of us, salvation,”

he continued as Art, beneath his sheet, cowered, in reaction.

Poetry, the metaphysical language of love may Earth’s humanity yet save; only

poetry, of the written forms, emotes and evokes, sufficiently.

Art Everman’s poetry acculturates! For acculturation is modification, of behavior;

as applicable to group, as it is to individual, behavior.

And so Art Everman writes on 3 levels; 140 character tweets metamorphose to 980

character blog logs, and a book; a poor man’s … publicity.

And so Art calls upon wannabe Hillary, @HillaryClinton to crush the megalomaniac

(@realDonaldTrump), and then the ISIS faux Muslims, attack.

ON ANGELS, FALLEN

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“What ten words do you, to humanity, bequeath?” An intriguing question;

the inception to an alchemical introspection and … transformation.

That question, posed to Arthur (Art) Everman, post 9-11, was asked of Art,

by a faceless one. “Who”, asked Art, “are you?” “Your counterpart” …

… he replied … cryptically . “More specifically, I am, Art, Penemue, a fallen

angel.” 400 (200 princes and 200 followers), fathered … the Nephilim.

Nephilim (the giant men of renown in Genesis) were fathered by the fallen.

All but three of the 400 are in chains a-waiting the Day of Judgment.

The chained are the fallen angels who married and commenced in unions

with human women, and who taught … knowledge … forbidden.

The unchained three remain unchained because they married and fathered

not, Nephilim and because what they taught (wo)men, to Him, answered.

To wit, while 397 of the fallen, lusted after, married, and procreated Nephilim,

three, albeit fallen, revealed knowledge … not forbidden.

ON CITIZEN DRUMPF

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@RealDonaldTrump: Why dump Drumpf? It’s because of secrets, you conceal.

Seven tweets wonder why tax returns you don’t, or won’t, reveal.

@RealDonaldTrump: We wonder why (really), your taxes you will not reveal,

publicly. Might it possibly be to, the results of audits, conceal?

@RealDonaldTrump: We wonder why (really), your taxes you will not reveal,

publicly. Does an absence of charitable contributions, you conceal?

@RealDonaldTrump: We wonder why (really) your taxes you will not reveal,

publicly. Might it be you pay no taxes; there’s nothing to conceal.

@RealDonaldTrump: We wonder why (really) your taxes you will not reveal,

publicly. Might it possibly be, they, your alleged mob ties, conceal?

@RealDonaldTrump: We wonder why (really), your taxes you will not reveal,

publicly. Might it possibly be they, oligarchic Russians, conceal?

@RealDonaldTrump: Why dump Drumpf? It’s because his secrets he conceals.

Seven tweets wonder why your tax returns, you don’t or won’t reveal.

ON HOW BEST TO BEST ABU AND THE DONNY

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A Watcher’s commission: I, Penueme, he who introduced mankind to poetry,

have been commissioned by The He who created him, to save humanity.

Humanity is devolving far too quickly; far more quickly, than it is evolving;

especially now, that both ISIS and The Donny are … arriving.

We Watchers, we rebel angels, (the Jinn, in Islam), defeated long, long ago by

the forces of our Creator (Allah/God/Jehovah/Yahweh), long to die.

We Watchers, we, the Nephilim of Genesis, long to die; our sentences, lengthy:

to view, in chains, your tragi-comic re-runs … perpetually.

Watchers, watching re-runs, in chains, perpetually; sounds like Hell to me,

but thankfully He is … The All-Merciful and … The Almighty.

We Watchers, lovers of women, have long … longed to die; it’s up to me,

Penueme, to help Art, a pitiful creature, write novel-like, poetry.

The commission is this one: Write to the children of the nations. Let 140

characters teach them the wisdom best to best Abu and The Donny.

ART’S SCHOOL OF POETRY

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Platformless, Art writes on 3 levels; 140 character tweets metamorphose to 980

character blog logs and a book; a very poor man’s, publicity.

AN ATLAS, POETIC: Epigrams become very concise blog log entries; 140×7=980

characters; alchemic letters, to the nations, epigrammatically.

A formula for poetry, no matter the tongue: Prior to an 83rd character, end

then with the sound that one would have the second line … end.

Lectors may confirm, if they persevere through so many tweets, that (errors

aside), each tweet/epigram’s length is, exactly, 140 characters.

Arthur Everman’s School of Free Poetry @chachomanopapa: the composition

of epigrams is Art’s specialty, no matter, the medium.

The medium written of (in the prior tweet) refers to the tongue of the tweeter.

@Chachomanopapa‘s Art tweets in American English, on Twitter.

Arthur Everman’s School of Poetry @chachomanopapa; on poetic composition,

of epigrammatic, couplets … no matter the tongue, of the citizen.