Wednesday, August 25, 2010


Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

I wish I were a zoologist in the works
That I can fittingly label those species of spooks
Of political elites and broods of stinking punks
In scientific parlance brand them a la skunks

Lacking those credentials of a laboratory researcher
Allow me then to brand the spooks as one enthused
Layman who would lay his scalpels on those punks
And see where ends this poetic branding bunks

Now this Arroyo d’Gloria of the tropics’ land
Leaves her good office shaved of coffers’ fats
Nine years the Tropicana folks endured her mien
Her term thus called era d’ excursus corruptus

Let Gloria be homo excursus corruptus
Photocopied from greedy cronies d’Marcos
Upon her journey to the corridors of power
Her family plundered best as Empress Dowager

Intoxicated with enormous power a’ fascist she
Dreams endlessly of clinging on to presidency
Indeed an Empress Dowager born with tragic luck
To many enemies sits she now as sitting duck

Will Filipinas then be torn catastrophically asunder
As Cathay was upon Dowager’s heist of power?
Upon her tenure’s end did Cathay go to dogs
Will Filipinas then be sliced as juicy hotdogs?

[Philippines, 15 April 2010]


Friday, August 20, 2010


Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

In the name of the Father (Jesuit Order)
Of the Son (students/constituencies)
And of the Holy Ghost (Jesuit fascism)

If an alumnus Son is found to plagiarize
Kilometric lines of verbiage from famed denizens
Isn’t this a natural offshoot of the granite fact
That Father begets Son in his own image?
As any fascistic Father begets fascistic Sons
Likewise do plagiarizing Fathers
Beget plagiarizing Sons?

Can Jesuit schools indeed stand up as high esteemed
As atheneums of antiquity in the glory that was Greece?
Or it is more a mask that predatory pretenders don
Concealing thus the commissions of evil abominations
For weren’t the Jesuits those demonic assassins
Come to slaughter?
Those who depart from papal influence
Slayed by their idiotic blunder?

How many more will Jesuits subtly burn
To Hell those Herds of studes who to them turn
For sublime learning like famed Dr. Rizal?
How many more burnt at stake
In Jesuitical altars of ultimate power?

[Philippines, 14 April 2010]


Monday, August 16, 2010


Erle Frayne D. Argonza

Juveniles’ minds like sheets of papers are
Where learnings get imprinted bit by bit

Query’s who does writ the learnings for the youth
Will such learnings be for yearnings o’truth
Won’t such learnings be for sordid enchainment
In rocks so huge a-trapping one like Prometheus

The challenge lies therefore in making those bits
Mutated scissors they to tear the masks
Beguiled no more will juveniles be set free
Their inner monads smile in infinite glee

Till Light engulfs those sheets of pages full
That each then be a torch of freedom bliss

[Philippines, 16 April 2010]


Monday, August 9, 2010


Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

O! Time!
What art thou whence gone
Art thou into the mortuaries
Apoplexied asphyxiated amputated
Moves thee no longer in the halls
Where two souls ought be-toke
Their selves twixt binds of Eros’ rope
And ‘twere none a-rope but gallows
Of death before grown and born is
The love before them love lost
Unenchanted a-cursed a-gruelled
O! Time!
Thou wert a cadaver for Fate!

[Writ. C. Aug. 91, University of the Philippines Manila]

Wednesday, August 4, 2010


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By: Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

Welcome your forthcoming glory, Rizalandia!

‘Tis coming out from shadows in repose:
From the navel of the earth’s core
It rides astride hot magmas
To be spilled in abundance;
From the bottom of the ocean
Surface twill on waves thru currents
Rides on tsunamis, lands ashore;
From the belly of the Sun beyond
Twas salvoed on borealis’ blasts
To heat up Terra searingly.

‘Tis coming out with passions full:
As passions of a zillion eager gods
Out to feret their mindframes on the dusts
Build awesome worlds from nothingness
For which trees are all out to bow
In full regards obeisance vow
The rising done amid lasting Now
No groaning pain shall have been heard
But laughter of a happy bard
The Wind evoke as sways its beard
Not rampaging waters one ought see
But cleansing drops bless head and knee
From festive stream, lake, ocean, sea
Not lethal blows spring from the mouths
Of Vulcan’s sons that we ought loath
‘Tis trumpeted joy from North and South.

Command them all the herds and birds and winds
Sound their tambulis forth on mountains high
That echo messages of purest notes
To all the commonwealths on Terra’s face
Command! Command! That you have come at last
To gain your lush estate that breeds all zest
O! Rizalandia! Take our Wills as one
With you the tale of glory now is done.

[Writ. 10 March 92, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila]