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ON @STEPHENBANON, @REALDONALDTRUMP et. al. AS ADDRESSEES

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@PutinRF_Eng’s @StephenBanon’s @POTUS may leave as lasting legacy, an Orwellian America, or perhaps they’ll not leave … an American.

The @POTUS’ so-called Svengali’s @StephenBanon’s so-called blunt instrument

of governance? Almost incredibly, @realDonaldTrump is president.

Most incredibly, the acting @POTUS @StephenBanon (who in his delusion envisions himself as ‘Leninist’), sees in self … an anarchist … in revolution.

In variants of his ‘Leninist’ quote, @StephenBanon frames his goal, as destruction,

beyond the underlying state, of all elites ruling illegitimately, the nation.

@StephenBanon’s vision? A @realDonaldTrump dictatorship, as interim; the state, in     his opinion … fading away to … some sort … of oblivion.

Caveat: Lenin’s ‘temporary’ dictatorship, in @stephenbanon’s model (Russia), never actually, went away. The @POTUS just might like … power.

The @POTUS @StephenBanon just might like his hold on power, once in power. Never ones to pass on power … they … themselves … empower.

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ON @GLBLCTZN(S) @MOVEON(ING)

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Calls to Action: Call. Write. Stand. March. Protest. Tweet.
To @realDonaldTrump-ism defeat, tweet.
@MoveOn, @MoveOn. @MoveOn @POTUS’ tweets.

Calls to Action: Call. Write. Stand. March. Protest. Tweet.
To @realDonaldTrump-ism defeat, tweet.
@MoveOn, @MoveOn. @MoveOn to his tweets.

Calls to Action: Call. Write. Stand. March. Protest. Tweet.
To @realDonaldTrump-ism beat, tweet.
Tweet @glblctzn(s), tweet. To teach, tweet.

Calls to Action: Call. Write. Stand. March. Protest. Tweet.
To @realDonaldTrump-ism beat, tweet. Tweet
him, like clockwork. Regularly, tweet.

Calls to Action: Call. Write. Stand. March. Protest. Tweet.
To @realDonaldTrump-ism defeat, tweet.
Regularly and purposefully do him tweet.

Calls to Action: Call. Write. Stand. March. Protest. Tweet.
To @realDonaldTrump-ism beat, tweet
on time and on message. By all means tweet!

Calls to Action: Call. Write. Stand. March. Protest. Tweet.
To @realDonaldTrump-ism beat, tweet,
by all means, at all times, all, may tweet!

Moving on whether we move on, or not

Moving on whether we move on, or not

 

 

 

ON ONE ORB (2-From ‘AN ATLAS, POETIC’; Penemue’s plan)

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Now, it had happened that Penemue (one of the Watcher angels, fallen), for his own salvation’s sake, posed to Arthur  a plan for each, his his salvation.

“What ten words do you to humanity, bequeath,” in a dream asked a fallen angel, of a drunken Arthur. “Answer that in poems, to the sundry nations.”

“Answer that question Art, poetically and epically  and ye may win for both of us our salvation,” he continued as Art, beneath his sheet, cowered, in reaction.

Poetry is the metaphysical language of love. It may well, Earth’s humanity, still save. only poetry, of the written forms, emotes, and evokes, sufficiently.

“For Arthur Everman’s poetry acculturates! For acculturation is but the modification, of behavior; it’s as applicable to group, as it is to individual, behavior.”

So Arthur Everman writes on 3 distinct levels; 140 character tweets metamorphosing from 980
character blog logs to a book; a poor man’s, publicity.

“What ten words, Arthur, do you bequeath to humanity,” in a dream asked Penemue, the fallen angel, of Art. “Answer that in poems, epic,  to the nations.”

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 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 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.

‘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.

THINK YOU KNOW TRUMP? THINK AGAIN

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: Think you know Donald Trump? For God’s sake, only

one of the candidates for POTUS thinks that he is the one, and the only.

: Think you know Donald Trump? For the sake of children

only one candidate for POTUS, most threatens our beloved, children.

: Think you know Donald Trump? For the sake of country,

re-think. One candidate only, most endangers, our beloved, country.

: Think you know Donald Trump? Do think again. Security

matters, matter.  A polarizing candidate enhances not, our security.

: Know Donald Trump? Reconsider. Think again; family

matters, matter. We are brothers’ keepers; the quintessence, of family.

: Know Donald Trump? Think again; reconsider. Community

matters matter, at home and abroad. Engagement, fosters communities.

: Why dump Trump? The Wharton grad favors insularity,

as policy, like, China; like, North Korea; icons of human, insularity.

 

 

 

TO THE VOTERS OF NEW HAMPSHIRE

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Voters of New Hampshire: Since ’52 the NH primary’s importance primarily

lies in media coverage of the half-truths and lies, of candidacies.

Voters of NH: Do not throw out the dirty bath water along with the baby.

Reconsider ye granite Yankees. ‘The Donald’ must be in NH, stymied.

Voters of NH: The two parties (Grand Ol’ and Democratic) are not the parties

of our fathers. Casting lots with a loose cannon seems, deadly.

Voters of NH: No; the former is s not the party of President Abraham Lincoln,

the great emancipator; one of the greatest, of our grand union.

Voters of NH: Nor is the latter the party of Franklin Roosevelt, new deal leader

and John F. Kennedy, a battle-tested and visionary dreamer.

Voters of NH: A nation (and a planet) cry, not for shoot-from-the-hip reactions

from a gossipy war-monger whose claim to fame, is illusion.

Be careful, what you wish for US of America, a black hole head-hole is upon US

and networks are become, the publicists, of a populist.

Head-holes are very often very good things, for our God-given spaces (holes)

for senses, but in elections, there’s no room, for head-holes.

Voters of NH: A race for POTUS is surreal, reality TV; its star, tragi-comically,

neither warrior nor diplomat but an entertainer, un-funny.

Voters of NH: The Donald is in need of sensitivity training. Aspirations as lofty

as running for POTUS require inspiration, not denigration. 

NH voters: Do not be duped by The Donald’s personality. Unquestionably, he

lacks presidential timber; or, rotted is the timber, irreparably.

Voters of NH: So what might the ‘ugliest American’ of all time possibly

do? Bomb the ‘shit’ out of them? That’s no vocabulary for a wannabe!

Voters of NH: Head-hole, for The Donald, seems a good fit, for in between

ears and under restorations, yawns an immense cavity, ne’er seen.

Roll of the Nations: Abkhazia

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Abkhazia: To Georgian language speakers of Gali and beyond: Sow what we

all know in our hearts. We are, our brothers’ keepers. Fittingly …

… I, Bagrat Shinkuba, of a Ubykh nation am honored to tweet this first entry

of AN ATLAS, POETIC, Abkhazia being, neither state, nor colony.

But it is a ‘wannabe’ nation. That is enough, for the purposes of this tome;

part history, part sociology, part obituary, of your earthly home.

For while everything has purpose, it’s not unusual for one’s purpose to be,

forever to one, a mystery; forever, an unrealized, potentiality.

Go to Art’s, we poets all dreamt. Drink, eat and compose from soirees there,

an epic story from tweets bundled into units of 980, characters.

Eat, drink, be merry and compose we all dreamt, epigrams akin to Emily’s

Ovid’s and Homer’s. Tell, from the epigrams, a telling, story.

So (in between, prayer) we’ve been merry; eating, drinking and more topically

telling a telling story; so dreamt we poets, albeit, incredibly.