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Arthur’s poetry is, a la Emily’s, a letter to the world, a la Willy’s, plays on words

and, a la Rumi’s, ruminations on Words.      

This last soliloquy of Hamlet, nominally from Kim Don and Arthur, is intended

to make man’s future, more open-ended.

Kim’s power flows from his fathers’ militaries. Don’s from his fathers’ monies.

Art’s power flows from this last, soliloquy.

For Kim Jong il’s un is the Kim Jong whose power flows from fathers’ militaries.

As he is the brother of Art, and of  Donny.

Arthur knows the poverty of juche (self-reliance), and the power of the songun

(military first), dynasty of Kim Jong il’s … un.

Only Arthur Everman, of all the men on earth acknowledges Kim’s point of view.

At stake: North Korea’s sovereignty, or a coup.

Empathetic alone amongst the megalomaniacal brothers is the weakling, Arthur.

He knows juche’s poverty, and songun’s power.

Kim Jong un’s accused the Donny of a lack of understanding of the Dear Leader,

unlike Arthur, their megalomaniacal … brother.
Urantia’s Art, tapped into Halls of Records post 12-21-12, empathizes like many.

But unlike many, his empathy is extraordinary.

Empathetic alone amongst the megalomaniacal brothers is the weakling, Arthur.

He knows juche’s poverty and songun’s power.

Witness too that he has the ear, so to speak, of both of his brothers via a twitter

lifeline to negotiation and compromise on Twitter.

Now Syria, AND Koreas. And, if irony had sound, its sound aught render humanity

speechless ’til all hear Art’s soliloquy, timely.

A synchronicity of events pursuant to a grand plan has brought three brothers grim,

Don, Art and Kim to do, what’s bidden by Him.

North and South Korea. Pakistan and India. Iran and Israel. Three vexing, problems.

Now what? For two brothers, a planet, threaten.

Three problems. Two brothers. One story. A tiny subplot of the one story, His story,

is man’s history. A subplot of creation, are we.

The POTUS has made clear that he’ll deal with Kim Jong-un with or without the help

of Xi,’s China. He’ll warmonger, without help.

If Xi does, that’ll be good for China. If they don’t it won’t be good for anyone, verily,

seemingly, hissed the shape-shifter, Donny.

If Xi’s China is not going to solve North Korea, then we will. That’s all I’m telling you.

Except, that I’m building a wall for all to view.


The planet’s richest tongue (by word count), owes its wealth to its liberal borrowing,

from other languages, and history’s mystical, timing.

English is the Earth’s second, lingua franca. Now spoken globally, its rich vocabulary

is at home in song, psalm, prose, tweet … or poetry.

It may be there are more English-speaking Chinese, than Americans. More Chinese

than Americans may discern a twit … from a tweet.

Tweet is oft understood; but twit? Not as often. Twits are taunts. To twit is s to titter

or taunt. Hmm; why then Twitter, and not, Tweeter?

Alternatively, a twit is a silly, annoying, person, or fool. How appropriate that a twit

tweets on Twitter; a fool has fooled us, sans wit, albeit.

Why Twitter, and not Tweeter, albeit an intriguing riddle, is not the point, in debate.

The point is the twit, that has been, a tweeter of late.


“What ten words do ye bequeath to humanity?” A daunting, haunting question;

ever since, Arthur’s been haunted; by both answer, and question.

Thus began the dreamy soirees whence revelations begat veritable epiphanies,

begetting an epic quest, to answer burning questions, poetically.

Why poetically? Easy; while poetry’s harder to compose than prose; it’s elegantly

far more emotive than one may ever aspire to be … prosaically.

Of earthly forms of written expression most like (Art imagines), heavenly hymns,

between chapter and verse ’tis verse that’s most favored by Him.

Art composes on 3 levels, using 140 character tweets to metamorphose into 980

character blog logs … to a manuscript … a poor man’s, publicity.

Twitter’s 140 character algorithm’s been, for Art, a useful revelation, surprisingly

utilitarian in marketing … education … and in composing poetry.

So, Arthur Everman’s Free School of Poetry; art, , on Twitter;

poetic epigrams … no matter the languages … of the tweeters.

Peace has rarely been, but ironically, it may be some day once again, if ever we

all commune as a family. Build not, more walls.

Why pen human history, poetically? It is because only poetry far more elegantly

emotes, than anyone may aspire to, prosaically.


A twit that tweets promises that if he dupes the US, the American, people, a wall,

he’ll build, women, he’ll cherish and books, he’ll sell.

A real tweet 09/06/15, by ‘co’-author Tony Schwartz, on his book’s real authorship:

“I wrote The Art of the Deal. Donald Trump read it.”

Don’t be so sad. Look at the bright side; for Donny’s legacy may well be the liberal

and conservative wings, of a Democratic Party, multilingual.

Be careful what you wish for US of America, for the tweeting twit is an opportunist;

and he is, in this tragi-comedy, no mere apprentice.

Indeed, what is humorous may be gravely serious; to wit, an ugly-American-in-chief

who aimed to be President, now is, the Commander-in-Chief.

What once seemed so preposterous as to be laughable is now, no laughing matter;

that notwithstanding his tweets, and his golden showers.

But fear not, US, of America; for the mutant mouth that is the Donny’s outstanding

feature promises that, sooner, or later, him, we’ll be impeaching.


History is His story. Education’s alchemy. Hindsight’s 20-20. There’s wisdom in irony.

And behavior mod’s not limited to individuals, only.

Five pithy statements in one hundred and forty characters. And, in this ode to poetry,

to wisdom, and to peace, a final plea, for humanity.

Dreaming of what is, what was and what may be, the learned literati, of all of history,

luminaries like Plato, Aristotle Locke and Socrates …

… Shakespeare and Shaw in western lands and their eastern peers, Lao-zi, Kong-fu-zi,

Muhammad, Buddha and Gandhi, visionarily, see.

The luminaries see folly; their own, of course, but more importantly, that of humanity.

And lately they see, a still-born, twitter-diplomacy.

A still-born twitter-diplomacy? ‘Twitter-diplomacy’ is a term of only recent coinage. It’s

not taken seriously, notwithstanding its algorithms.

Algorithms are procedures or formulas for solving problems. They are quite simply, in

non-scientific jargon, step by step …instructions.


It happened that Penemue, a Watcher Angel fallen, for his own God-damned salvation’s

sake, googled for a weakling to propose to, his salvation.

It was Penemue who, the Bible says, “pointed out to them every secret of their wisdom.”

He taught (wo)men on using ink and paper for writing,

It has been Penemue (Pen, to us), who has been the master of ceremonies at the nightly

soirees, where deceased visionaries envision, via poetry.

In reveries, dreamy and soirees, Victorian, history’s philosophers, poets, and luminaries

with the megalomaniacs Kim, Don and Art, nightly meet.

He googled too for great poets to write in collaboration with the megalomaniacal brothers,

to all the nations, of an alchemical algorithm, on Twitter.

“Tweet, blog and write alchemically,” said Penemue, to the brothers, three. “Algorithmically

tweet epigrams, into transformational, BUT pacific, poetry.”


“Tweet blog and pen, Kim, Don and Art, in the ‘twitterese’ that I, Penemue, the last Watcher,

taught ye; an Esperanto-like hope, an Esperanto-like prayer.”

Twitterese came easiest to Art. Administration came easiest to Kim. Spelling was Donny’s

forte. Penemue organized his Liberation Force, accordingly.

To attend to national affairs of state, Kim and Don ceded to their weakling brother, Arthur

the penning of epigrams. Kim sees to invites; Don to humor.

Not that the fate of the cosmos and its non-earthling inhabitants isn’t important. It is, and

they are. But we’ll get to them later. First, the nation-lands.

Nations are the constructs by which men, in vain, attempt to govern themselves, a natural

evolution from nuclear families, clans and tribes, aboriginal.

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

it mattering, not our religion, nationality, nor tribe, to Him.

“Pangaea’s nations number 196 (not including Taiwan and tiny Puerto Rico), 4200 religions,

and 6500 languages. Pangaea’s voice must be a single one.”


English is but Mother Earth’s second lingua franca. Its rich vocabulary rhymes easily, easily

feeling at home in song, psalm, prose and of course, poetry.

English isn’t just for Englishmen, any more. But no one language can end all of the babbling.

English’s Twitter, Art is betting, may languages be, connecting.

So 3 brothers write on 3 levels; 140 character epigrammatic tweets metamorphose into 980

character blogs, into a compendium; a poor man’s, publicity.

Art’s poetry acculturates! For the acculturation of (wo)man is but the modification, of behavior;

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

Theoretically, behavior modification is not limited but to individuals; surely, our communities

too are subject to it as well. Why not test, Arthur’s theory?
That is to say, behavior mod is not limited to individuals; communities too, to it, are subject; it
is, indeed, a relatively simple science, the science, of habit.


Fear of Muslims in US, fear of Muslims in a European, Union; fear of Muslims

seemingly, near everywhere; must it forever be us, versus them?

It may be, albeit, unlikely, that visionaries step up. Arthur Everman’s poetry,

a letter to the nations, a la the poetry, of my dear Emily.

Arthur’s poetry is, a la Emily’s Dickinson’s, a letter to the world, a la Willy’s,

plays on words and a la Rumi’s, ruminations on mysteries.

Art draws inspiration from the lives of the poets; from the westerners Emily

Dickinson and Willy Shakespeare, to an easterner known as Rumi.

From history’s poets, philosophers and scientists Arthur draws inspiration;

and from Allah/God/Jehovah/Yahweh’s most magnificent creations.

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

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

  and; surreal twin analogs

preview Art’s AN ATLAS, POETIC; epigrammatically poetic tweets and a blog.




140 Characters … to a Rhyme

#Twitterfiction Harder to write than prose yet poetic expression is more elegantly

emotive by far, than one may ever aspire to, prosaically.

As the form of written expression most like, in #twitterfiction, a lyrical hymn,

between chapter and verse … verse is most favored … by Him.

To wit, the superlative verse of the great poets, amongst them, in #twitterfiction,

Ovid, Emily, Robert, Maya and, the immortal … William.

Willy’s rep towers. He is among the best of the west. #Twitterfiction-ally, the best

in the east … Khalil and Rumi; three … of the best.

Inspired by Him, Willy, Rumi, Ovid, and Emily, Art knows; one could do worse, in

#twitterfiction, than aspire to a poet’s, sublime, diction.

Twitter’s one hundred and forty character formula is, in #twitterfiction,

surprisingly, educational; useful, in marketing and … education.

#Twitterfiction: If, prior to an 83rd character, prospective tweeters bring to end

then a first line, then … with a rhyme … one may … end.