NEW EARTH RISING

NEW EARTH RISING

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

My old sociology notes have taught me well

Old worlds do pass to give way to new realms

Barely passing away the old world’s womb a-bear

The new world birthing so fresh as a babe

Likewise did I digest the lessons high

From mystic science come forth parallel notes

Of how a planet might be crashed to lows                         

Till density reached scratch bottom as we are

And then by deeds of benign divinities

Send forth multiple Buddhas gurus saints

Same planet finally moves up back to higher climes

A-born the old world perishes to oblivion’s cask

Fulfilled in tasks the starry souls do now proclaim

The old Earth dies so soon to make its claim

In history writ ‘tis done its role so clear

To give way now to new Earth arising near

Shaken off Earth’s back as lands recast

Turbulent waters washing dirt of older mast

Till past catastrophe as any newborn babe a-pass

The new Earth to nourish new races en masse

As new humanity unveils the virtues o’ jewels

Shall birds and mammals be more tame like sibs

No more will foul zoology nor vegetation be

As all of life forms croon blend in harmony

Arise! New Earth! Go forth to claim your place

In cosmic history seat in Halls of Grandeur

Happy will be Almighty One at last for thy ascent

That lower worlds shall later emulate with honor

[Philippines, 06 May 2010]

THANKSGIVING ALMIGHTY CREATOR

THANKSGIVING ALMIGHTY CREATOR

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

O! Father-Mother! Holiest of all Divinities!

Let this humble rishi offer thoughts of praises

Thank Thee so much for graces wisdom will

For inspiration care compassion Self to wean

Behold! This humble soul had climbed the heights

Thanks to the opportune moments bounties too

The will to shape myself like sculptor crafting

The Self from rough stone sculpted now so fine

Till finally at sojourn’s end am a Star at last

My Light Body activated shining like lantern

So mighty a Being is this Oversoul of mine

Can heal and take down devils with balls of Light

Ensue yet my own humble missions of hands on

Spread the holy Teaching to enthused seekers

Protect them mighty well from demons hostile

Till they move forward ascend to higher climes

What more to say to my true Father-Mother

Immeasurable love and graces always offered

Like cascading waters graces nourished me

Never in want as I’ve to missions ensued

A zillion thanks o! Mother-Father o’ all!

More thanks to come as sojourn more will I

One day to do more missions upon thy calling

To Thee a humble servant will I ever be

[Philippines, 05 May 2010]

THANKSGIVING SIRIUS

THANKSGIVING SIRIUS

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

O! Sirius! Home of my early pedigree

Where my Adam Kadmon galvanized in me

O! Starry Lords so High that birthed me right

Blessed by Almighty photonized me One

Sent me unto Terra with my true nation

From Blue Planet like unto Earth we came

In gigantic starships dashed the hyperspace

Bringing forth compassion knowledge sagely miens

Sent forth that help we may the hordes of Terra

Who till now behave much lower than gorilla

Trapped in polarity ceases not to war and plunder

Destroying lives they are of predatory countenance

Sent forth from Future we came from divine stars

Of binary suns two we had then atop our skies

From Future cast down Earth to test our mettle

And help the Terran humans rise above cattle

No matter how badly homesick we all are

Sacrificing limbs and lives for Terra’s semi-apes

We stood and gave ourselves to mission’s crucibles

Now finally reap fruits ascension avows

Thank thee Lord Sirius and Holy Logoi!

Let us Sirians o’ Terra offer hymns to thee All

Praise thee Almighty Creator o! Father-Mother!

A zillion thanks for this ascension grace

[Philippines, 05 May 2010]

PEOPLE POWER ADDICTION

PEOPLE POWER ADDICTION

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago


Moron runs for chief exec in this honorable land
Depressive sociopath veils ailments in verbal tussles
Exudes a moralistic mien to conceal incompetence
Lousy creation of crocodiles in dens of slime and shame

In yellow surrounds beguile the folks anew
Threatening like thunder mobs to flock the streets
Should he and cronies fail to show in list of wins
Will call to arms those rowdy partisans of theirs

Like amphetamine addicts they to people power run
Not an iota enthused to gain by votes in polls
But by thuggish power they bamboozle waylayers
Of their grotesque lusts for power served for Belzeebub

Behind them fascist Jesuit lords of reptilian frame
Same evil assassins arisen to defend pope and fen
Now top oligarchic body shaping clones of morons
Like that same blabbermouth of balding mediocre dude

Like my own countrymen who are fed up with wars
Am I fed up likewise with thuggish people power
Next time mob power’s used again by powerlusts
Their names will later perish in the archives of hogwash


[Philippines, 05 May 2010]

DOLPHIN & WHALE SLAUGHTERS, SORCERY SACRIFICES!

DOLPHIN & WHALE SLAUGHTERS, SORCERY SACRIFICES!

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago


Catching as many dolphins and whales
They gleefully do with boisterous fun reverb
Bulging pockets they ready post-kill phonies
For the pouring thereafter of torrential monies

Sperm whales belugas orcas and all
Slaughtered are they for wax or meat
Likened to cows and tuna for dining tables
Greedy folks and merchants they to hunt
In all Earth’s corners true predators come
For the catch the prize of gory greed

Let it be declared in sonorous thunder
That all slaughterers of dolphins & whales
Are deeds of sacrificing life for Moloch
Mammon Ashtaroth bursting with gaiety
For those evil puppets of theirs slay
In their names come dirty slayers’ fun
And making no penitent for their slothful crime
Shall same folks be meted penalties so grime
For which they shall pay with gruesome kill
By the Overlords of Light a-thundering cometh

No quarters shall be brooked upon them killers
And same goes true for their dark evil masters
When life on them turns out they’d nowhere fly
Except to perish all as fumes consumed by flame

[Philippines, 03 May 2010]

ORCA COSMIC WARRIOR

ORCA COSMIC WARRIOR

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

Innocence kills the orca as much as the cat
By pretentious Terrans ego-filled pretenders
Caging the orca they to fatten bourses
O’ greedy oceanarium carpetbaggers

Ignorance for what they take as fish-like mammal
Are more intelligent than Terrans whose very brain
Is as fractious as a beetle or ant infinitesimal
Valueless they have no virtue yet to settle

Orca is a cosmic warrior sent to balance
The seas to form the phalanx versus negative
Fishes and creepers from surface to yon bottom
Sent forth by Hades a-preying on dumb mortals

‘Tis surely criminal to slaughter or cage them
Within they are of human souls o! so benign!
From mighty Sirius’ mien sent forth they
One day shall cosmic Justice settle the debts
Of greed ignominy of orcas’ killers whet

Such day to come is near when killers all
Will be the ones en-caged in dens so tall
Nowhere can they escape the jails so high
Till justice served on them they make a sigh

[Philippines, 01 May 2010.]

EL NIÑO

 

EL NIÑO

 

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

 

 

If lands were cracked as face of Terra whacked

Thermometer’s gauge flak up as hellish boor

Denying waters sipped by giant drinkers

To children they can’t fathom the hydro sippers

 

Yet such calamitous state we call by child’s name

Naming it upon blameless ones who drive the world

With sonorous laughter smiles as gaiety won

Puzzled likewise are fowls and herds for such name

Likewise are all the fishes that dyin’ in vain

Embittered are swines and bees a-buzzing vines

For waterless moment none is left to sweat

 

Such is the sweet revenge of innocence lamed

By bottomless greed of tycoons gentry claimed

Such sweet avenge by Mama Nature for the child

For innocence destroyed by evil lords reviled

 

So let there be as many such sweet revenge

It teaches us to love Divine Mama’s womb creates

Guffaws of a comic bard for overlords’ helplessness

So let it come till oligarchs’ days are gone

 

 

[Philippines, 30 April 2010.]

 

[See: IKONOKLAST: http://erleargonza.blogspot.com,

UNLADTAU: http://unladtau.wordpress.com,

COSMICBUHAY: http://cosmicbuhay.blogspot.com,

BRIGHTWORLD: http://erlefraynebrightworld.wordpress.com, ARTBLOG: http://erleargonza.wordpress.com,

ARGONZAPOEM: http://argonzapoem.blogspot.com]

 

 

INTELLECTUAL PROSTITUTION

INTELLECTUAL PROSTITUTION

 

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

 

 

Long have I worked within the walls of academe

And placed my foot as well in communities’ domiciles

One part of me cloistered in contemplative works

Another dipped in social activism to uplift the folks

 

Within we call those mercenary teachers and all

Whose independent mind is drowned in tanks of funds

By the title of this humble poem to naught

Not solely whore but ‘intellectual’ prostitute of yore

 

Such mercenaries bond to oligarchs besides

For whom they chalice their souls for money’s might

To say that they’d their heart commit to sure solution

Of poverty hunger inequity and social maladies

Is only as good as how much pay they’d melee

 

Great bounty hunters these biz cronies are

Track down huge hoards of funds to fatten purse

As do they fatten oligarchs’ own backyards & bins

With multiplying monies bury a whole city

 

Sure as the sun goes up the intellectual prostitutes

Will don the brows of bureaucrats as zestly stooge

Their mouths to festoon oligarchs with platitudes

While paupers grow the more and rot to die

 

 

[Philippines, 26 April 2010]

MEDUSA UNVEILED

MEDUSA UNVEILED

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago


Medusa is a code that’s tough to crack
No task for morons to even try unpack
Idiocy it is to say Medusa’s evil whack
Save for the mediating interest of one
A neutral thing Medusa challenges erudition

Just like the serpent infamy of Eden’s fame
Medusa is a-coilin’ up from base of home
To divining mystics the serpent is kundalini
Likewise it is the DNA of biology’s Houdini

To my mind Medusa is a wondrous knowledge
Of life science nestled deeply in our Higher Mind
It is the kundalini rising fast to shame
Those would-be evils casting eyes a-Cain
While those snaky hair of her diabolic mien
Is DNA of enormous strands unknown to man

So knowledge therefore of such high degrees of hue
And used for benign purposes can debilitate giants
As gigantic as reptilian humanoids a-pursue
Can cower in fear if syringed with Medusa programs

If such benign knowledge be for evil use
Will suck up one to states of anti-matter
Stoned as one disintegrates to ash inutile
The end of sentience then makes living futile

Such knowledge o! so high to mutate life forms
Ought be used only for wise and good pursuits
This gives clue then for tomorrow’s usage anew
If sordid reptoids whack us humans a-screwed

[Philippines, 25 April 2010]

LOOK FORWARD

LOOK FORWARD

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

If you enthused trav’ler o’ life truly seeks
For prosperity’s gains abundance showers
Think that life’s journey is a stairway climb
Where there beyond the steps is where you go

Perturb be not with sights of past a-flow
With one covered by past glories a-glow
The other eye bandaged in past pains a-crow
For being so glued to thy ancient past
Will you fail to step up stairs in swave vogue

Take note of pasts as files to archive behind
Your eyes ought focus only on the destination
One eye to concentrate on stairway’s end
The other eye to watch the steps you traverse

The ones who regale in the past so glued to
End up in mediocre feats of simpletons
While those who transfix focus on their big dreams
Are smartened toughies success brews


[Philippines, 24 April 2010]

MALL WAIT

MALL WAIT

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

Sitting by the front stairs of Ali Mall
I wait awhile for this ol’ pal of mine to open
Kindred soul this mall is for sublime hosting
Wondrous times with souls so many
Dates dines coffee chats with friends
To go with delicacies coffee wine

Thought in short minutes I can
While waiting scribble a poem or two
To freshen my day anew before a-surf
Will I in cozy cyber-nook inside
Mall’s bellies and intestines delightful

And so my pen coughs up some lines a-cool
To say the day’s just a-bursting with life
No twilight is this moment no elegy
Rewrit for fallen heroes kins and cronies
In pensive mood I scour my mind’s recess
For what-can-be listings and feastings
O’ buko juice and vegan diet later

[Philippines, 24 April 2010]

WAR WEARY

WAR WEARY

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago


Too many wars have come and gone in this eden
Some have ceased yet others rage ceaseless embers
Even the carabaos wonder when they’d end at last
As eagles say “we see no end to them from atop”

Fed up are folks and erudite ones to the sporty wars
Already in hell of poverty their hells upped
All the more like grinder tools smouldering bones
They wait for simple peace without messiahs

Weary am I too for all those bombs & gun fires
Add now the terrorists’ swaths of destruction anew
I could only sit and pray for the ascension moment
Though that sounds silly like pepperoni & chili


[Philippines, 22 April 2010.]

GREENS AND SMOG CO-EXIST

GREENS AND SMOG CO-EXIST

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago


Calming on a famed bar-resto
In the equally famed Eagle’s Nest of Antipolo
Sippin’ a glass of iced tea to cool
My focals brooked no quarters to feast
On the verdance and panoramic vista
Spread around hills from where I seated
To my back a wall of rock nesting
Another famed restaurant in noble state

Twas a day so clear of clouds a-near
But there afar below the flatlands
O’ Marikina, Manila, Makati & metro spaces
Hover dark malignant shrouds of smog
Blanketing the big city as endowment from Hades
Foreboding deaths unto millions of folks
Whose lungs breath toxic air as free trade

Luck it is that lush surround is retained
Neutralizing Hades’ grave emissions a-clear
And great it is that this city I live anew
Perches Divine Mother as nature’s nurturer
A true shelter indeed from all maelstroms

[Philippines, 19 April 2010]

GLORIA IN EXCURSUS CORRUPTUS!

GLORIA IN EXCURSUS CORRUPTUS!

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]

JESUITS’ PLAGIARISTS

JESUITS’ PLAGIARISTS

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)
Amen.

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]

JUVENILES LIBER

JUVENILES LIBER

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]

WELCOME YOUR GLORY, RIZALANDIA!

WELCOME YOUR GLORY, RIZALANDIA!

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]

LET ME MEET YOU O! MOTHERLAND!

LET ME MEET YOU O! MOTHERLAND!

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago



Let me O! Motherland meet you
With warm embrace and sweet solace
On wind and air above you.

I now have grown more than the bud
That I was then some dozens of summers past
Now am I prepared for tougher tasks
As all the carabaos are in your sturdy breast.

Accept my offerings—my brain and brawn
To plowshare for your scions’ nourishment
And lift them up from want and hunger done
By sickening evils wrought by lords of wrath.

Let me with your children sumptuously dine
I have no more than heartfelt words to give
So hopefully this might their souls satiate
So they’d regain states o’ sobriety and power.

Let me O! Motherland! Meet you again
Beneath your oceans, seas and lakes
Benign these blankets are to me so real
In them I’m freshened always as a babe.

Wake me up from slumber o! Motherland!
Let me rise up forever from this boorish state
I’d rise the more to bequeath my love
To your scions with whom I am betrothed
For they make sanguine giants out of ants
Gold are they beyond all spellbound words.

Let me reach out to your scions all, o! Motherland!
Arise shall my voice be so redeeming
To herald what dear Destiny had covenanted
‘Bout greatness that resides in all of them
Let them feel your Bosom thru this voice
That rise shall they therefore the quickest
‘Twards magnificence their wondrous wherefore
O’ this swearword let me not just rescind
To rest in nasty bowels o’ Oblivion
Far off your scions shall arise above the hovels
They’d lighten up your sky as rays they are
Of suns and suns from all yon galaxies
O! Motherland you’re lightened for all times!

Let me go forth in fights o! Motherland
To citadels of wealth and luster of crafts
Learn more from them I’d frame commission
Embankments of mind enriched for your accrual
For you alone, yes you alone o! Motherland!
I bade you not in sadness no not this
But in cheered one sweetened by your flowers
Return shall I, I swear, I dutifully swear
‘Tis heard aboard the melodious winds above you
To be a part of your triumphant enshrinement
In all the world’s magnificent halls of Light.


[Writ. 09 March 92, University of the Philippines Manila]

UNIVERSITY CLASSROOM

UNIVERSITY CLASSROOM

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago


A noble ground it is this wondrous room
Where enthused adepts wait in seats a-poised
While mentor fills the air with notes a-flamed
That conquer maladies Ignorance had unveiled

Said conquest needs complete obeisance then
To reason and empirics’ tones of truth
Without which otherwise all things fall ‘part
As dark as what yon Medieval had cast

Sacred! Sacred is this noble ground we’re in
Where flaunted are ideas in liberty fulfilled
Where rigodons of reflection bring emancipation
Eschewed are dogmas—ikons’ benediction

How cool the air from humming fan is blown
Reminds us thus of sunlit valleys warm as old
Where there descend cool breezes from boondocks’ heights
Relieved is tensed up mental bank of yours

Sometimes the heat flack up thermometer’s gauge
Bring swelter hence to enthused minds a-blazed
Alright just mind not that which puts one a-glazed
For cool will be dear mentor’s words unfazed

Let there be praises for all women and men
Who’d fuse their minds in this Platonic den
Should they have grasped so well each lesson learned
Their worlds off walls would better be in zest


[Writ. 02 March 92, University of the Philippines Manila]

EMBLEM OF THE DUST

EMBLEM OF THE DUST

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago


I am but the emblem of the dust
Blown smoothly away by the wind.

Born from out of the dust
Where rests the cosmic elements
Over a century known in all;
Nurtured within the womb of Terra
Mother of all Mothers;
Delivered as seed by Firmament’s demiurgos
The ultima pater noster;
So was I born, a dust.

Chartered was my life through sojourns
By my Self
Betwixt worlds
Of shadows and sunlit dales
I the dust, I the crafter.
Molded was I so exquisitely humane
Betwixt cast of the hardest metals
Harder than Bernardo Carpio’s will
Was I nurtured out extruded
I am my own furnace, my dust I am.

Founded was I a warrior
Crafted in the trade of the blade
Whose countenance is blanketed with Courage
A most scarce diadem;
Bear I the Will to thrust the majestic sword
Unto the fleshy morsels of obstacles
Conceived by Existence, Uncertainty, Death
That I rise, am I arisen
I a dust, yet a Warrior.

Blown forth am I the dust
Blown forth by my own Will
Astride winds sunbeams waters
Ne’er fixed and transfixed neither
By mischievous forces of diabolical climes
Now dust am I, my Will wind
‘Tis my starship to galactic
Worlds of humans.

What has come to pass in my biographic trails?
My Past and Future, of what constructs made of?
They I’ve myself made
I the baker who’s always been attending
To chores of my oven’s commands
I’ve had my whereabouts made
Even as Future and Past cancel out
In the nothingness of the Omnipresent Present:
Time is but non-Time altogether
A leaf that has crumpled in its own face
‘Tis but a premise of one who’s never lived
So is it a pest that distracts awhile
And later fornicates in its death traps.
What’s the most illustriously true
But that I the dust was ever present
In time as time to me was spent a-non
I therefore live forever.

I’d gazed at the celestial mirror
And glanced at Eternal Thou
Or was it? Eternal Thou? What’s it?
A chimera derived from my own image?
An extract from the prurient I?
Or is it the whole Kosmos focused
In the magnificent galactic lens so said?
O! Kosmos! O! Nature! You are Eternal!
Am I Thou?
Please whisper the answer softly
In my ear
Amid the hypnotic melodies
Of the celestial music…
I so earnestly await thy response!


Wherefore the dust shall have gone forth
In the tapestries and gourdian knots of Nature
To be a part of and yet not
Of elements among whom it had immersed
As the Ego does to the countless Alters
It “Is” now and yet “Is Not”
A concrete now and yet a phantom as well
The moving and the rested wedded together
It is, it is such, it is
For and only for it to scale altitudes
To where it fuses with the bounds of its source
It is the changeling, the changeling
That dons the matterly cloak: the Kosmos
Of which it Is:
The Iota and the Whole are One.
Henceforth shall it have known
The All and the Self
Finale regal of its sacred mission.

That I am: the dust
Caringly blown away by the wind.


[Writ. 19 Feb. ‘92, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila]

FAREWELL TO ACADEMIA

FAREWELL TO ACADEMIA

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago



The time, yes the time has come
For me to say farewell to you o! Academe
I’d again face the hostile world outside
Where rapacious Existence devours its gullible prey.

How gently comforting are you o! Academe!
A supreme shelter against diabolic boulders spewed
By the volcanic raptures of a putrescent world.
You are the soft bed where I’d laid
My tired body, tired from sojourns aplenty
You are the stars and moons joined together
That illuminated the nights of my life’s first half
You are the magical stove that patiently cooked
The ideas harvesting from my ever-searching mind
You are the resting stations all in all
In the Calvaries and Golgothas of my life.

Why depart I now that in you I am in bliss
Clearly because I’d been fated by history and self
To entrench my soul in humanity’s bosom
Share in the extirpation of malignant social ailments
Rooted in sorceries of injustices and imperial lust
They that had mired people in fecals and hovels.
Thereof I go forth, the molded warrior-poet
To thrust once more my blades against historic demons.

What words have I to say my gratitudes
These I can’t but feel them from my heart
I know that off your walls you are my trusted pal
Whom I will caringly long for in the morrows
Rest assured thus I bade farewell in full comfort.


[Writ. 16 Feb. 92, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila]

THE GREAT RETURN

THE GREAT RETURN

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago


That which was
Lost may not be lost
‘tis but slumbering in its bed
Beneath its epithelial chambers.

Soon shall it wake up
To conquer its sleeping state.
Soon shall it triumphantly march
To possess the majestic estate bequeathed to it.
Soonest that it triumphs its tremolo of voice
As herald of its presence in the here-and-now

It has come again.

Nay, it shall stay.


[Writ. 15 Feb. 1992, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila]

THE PROMISE

THE PROMISE

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago


I

Rise up, Man! Rise up!
Your commonwealth’s history had been astride
The cosmic pendulum that had darted
From yon up. Pendulum has reached dead center
And again is rising beyond the dale of time.
The center was lodged betwixt camel and palm tree.

Reckon, reckon that the East calls
‘Twain the valley of time expectant.
Respond shall the camel benignly
And twill change hands with the carabao.

Snail paced is this beast the carabao
And so is your ascent, o! Man!
To the pinnacle of your godly, godly zen.
You shall be god, your being’s made
By you a living clay molded
Millions of times by your own hands.

II

Man! The Light has come forth
In dazzling photons it fused with seawaves
And fluvial ripples. Gracefully had
It landed, guided by a dozen eagles.

Shine brightly shall the Light
Sky beacon that illuminates eagerness
The clear landscape of the Promise.
The Promise has been slumbering in a bed
Of coal and gold: ‘tis coal and gold.

The Light shall burn the coal
To be fed into the waiting furnace
Where the gold shall be molded into one
Magnificent icon as tall as the azure sky.
‘Tis the longed for icon that shall herald
The historic swing to grandeur’s height.

III

Wherefore lies the heart of grandeur?
Wert this not but a dead man’s wish
Long buried in the hovels of the earth?
Wert this not but a sweetened piece
Of bitter gourd: its stinging taste betrays
Its endless senselessness in the world sensical?

Man! This height of grandeur is the state
Indescribable to the wisest among grandfathers
A million generations stretch: ‘tis a million
Times a million times of pure majestic luster
Only but Inner Selves can comprehend.

‘tis the founded form-being of all
Sublime inner selves that have been struggling
In putrescent marshes of history.
This to the grandfathers is mere dream
Induced by the spirit elixirs of Bacchus.

IV

Rise! Rise it shall
High above the hills and valleys
‘Twards the azure firmaments
This majestic commonwealth of yours, o! Man!
For which freedom-in-life is
A concluded spell of benevolent magis.
Reside shall its spirit in people’s bosoms.

Gone shall be the seismic struggles
Alone for bread as if this were the most
Valued diadem atop the zenith of greatness:
The world shall be its own bread
And man, the luminary figure at last
Whose coming was pronounced before
By a trillion bards of eagles and doves.

Rise! Rise it shal
From where corals had made lands
Where sturdy races have eked out living
And slave they were for others;
No more are they slaves but are free cranes
Atop carabaos their benign carriers.

V

What is reality after all o! Man!
For which you have buried yourself
Millions of times in search for its enigmas?
Is it like spiral moving poles a-clashing?
Maybe, but maybe not. Maybe
‘Tis a swarm of flies that swats
Made festive killings by the dozens
And yet aren’t flies but gems.

When upon each gem Light gently touches
It brings forth radiance to all
Corners of the cosmos: it makes bounds
Anon betwixt its grounded state
And the unbrimmed infinite extent
Apast spaces: ‘tis unbrimmed space
And yet spaceless brims.

VI

Man! A promise made a million times
And delivered a million times makes a million
More than its primeval state: ‘ts a grain
Of sand and the universe made one.
The sea has recognized this secret lore
And had sung it lyrically in melodious tunes
That no one cared to listen to

Save for man-slaves on a dozen mountains.
Mushroom-eaters they are who’d sensed
What the real is: the Promise realized overboard
Its primordial state—a giant that wakes up
From zillions of earth revolutions or slumber:
‘Ti a Being stronger than ever that turns rivers
Into founts of gold, cause for merriment
Atop the nature-world the bed of bread.

VII

Happy, o! happy will be
The suns and stars and moons
And winds and waves

Over your final dawning, o! Man!
Even as the day starts on the sixth hour.

Man! You are the sixth estate:
Risen and made one, freed at last
From tsunamis of disintegrating forces.

Behold! No more forlorn are nature and cosmos
The citadels of true life.
And you, Man, finally regained, revived,
Realized as your guardian and maker.


[Writ. 22 July 1991, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila]

WHAT’S THE WORD FOR?

WHAT’S THE WORD FOR?

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago


Restive is my heart, o! sweetest Friend!
Again has it lifted Will and Reason
Astride vortices of waves from beneath
Ocean’s floors: to you it reaches out.
Is your heart not restive too, sweetest Friend?

Wish I in the eternal moment
In the morrows too wish I
That we gift one another with words
Worth the world’s fauna.
Yet what for are words? They need not be
The best chronicler of the sublime messages
Heart longings of any willful person.

Ah! Words, what loathsome bedfellows
Wert they used to mask as can be
The impeccable messages of the Inner Self
In garbled twangs and phantasmagoric abracadabras.
Nay, had can they be for someone
Who wishes ceaselessly to be in illusions entrapped
For the person who refuses to heed the calls
Of Inner Self the true bank of being
For someone who’s being chased by shadows
Dark shadows of indecision.

Indeed what are words for, spoken?
They aren’t the slightest necessaries
For an authentic reader of the vast book—one’s
Inner Self—made calciform in the Outer
One can’t conceal the message in the sphere
Of action the truest ‘word’ beyond the spoken.

Thou and I, readers of the Book
Let us listen, listen to the murmurs
Of our inner selves.
O! Sweetest Friend, heed the call
Of thy Inner Self!

Heed! Heed its call!
Heed it! Its noblest call
‘Tis music in most stately beauty.


[Writ. 22 July 91, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila]

PINATUBO MOUNT OF TRIUMPH

PINATUBO MOUNT OF TRIUMPH

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

Petrified is our inglorious state as people
Crystallized, our hopelessness and shame
We are but loathsome slaves on Planet Earth
Unfit as subject of a stately epic.

A nation of sleepwalkers we are, unblessed
An utterly coveted and sick people of Asia
Wantonly plundered by gluttonous alien Titans
And so too by local lords of similar mold.

Need we rise up from the mortified doldrums
To get back to the folds of Rizal’s grand era
To regain the trust in self built by Bonifacio
To foster again the sublimest nationhood.

Come forth, Pinatubo!
Thunder our valleys and hills
With your majestic voice
On the day of our national freedom!
You are the longed for herald of Apocalypse
Of our dim and stinking state.
Burn down the Sodoms and Gomorrahs of ours!
Demonic icons of imperial lust.
Bury the putrid old world with pyroclastics!
We shall regale the burial with wondrous dirges.

Why ought we wish you with infinite praises?
Why not indeed when you sprinkled vast lands
With ashes: mark of holiness a la Ash Wednesday?
O! majestic mount! You’ve heralded
Soon shall arise a glorious nation in our midst.
The holocaustal tapestry you’ve evoked
‘Tis but the birth pangs of greatness.
This nation, a Sun that others seek for Light
Undying—of justices, wisdom, compassion.

Hail! Sacred Pinatubo Mount of Triumph!


[Writ. 21 June 91, Cubao,Quezon City, M.Manila]

HERALD MY LADY COMING O! MORNING SUN!

HERALD MY LADY COMING O! MORNING SUN!

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago


Tell me O! morning Sun, tell me
What destiny has providenced for every man?
What meaning too behind the arching mills
Of fate whose noble architect humans are?
What more fate in store?
What more treks to traverse?
What further joys to delight in?
What further sorrows to bear?

When knocks again Eros upon my heart
Is this the ultimate hour for the waiting
For her the lovely woman
Foretold a myriad times in dreams?
Foretold too by well-meaning seers?
She, the sporter of the long flowing hair
A-flashed her sight is beneath my mental screens?
She a wondrous damsel though in pains
Conceiver of my first born scion?

So let it be O! Sun! So be it
I wait no more for this foretold of old
Fulfilled shall be my being in her
Fulfilled more as mount of Light I am
With life a-nurtured as will
She be with me.

[Writ. 25 June 1991, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila] 

JUSTICE

JUSTICE

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago


Everyday is a mortal tablet
upon which is inscribed the expectation
of all
that kings and princes
must exude
wisdom and justice

But justice is facilely broken off
It is a cheap jar bought from
an obscure bazaar
on planet Earth
broken
by kings and princes

[Writ. 04 June 1991, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila]

TWILIGHT

TWILIGHT

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago


I fathom not what twilight brings
Beneath the last vestiges of the sun beams
Beneath is the labyrinthine sky
The cosmic basket of all emotions

Twilight is the crucible of moods
Of all sorts, a puzzle it is
To presage which one is first a-floated
Within one’s self,
But to the poet

Only one mood is certain
Only one, the knowledge of which
The poet possesses alone as private estate
‘tis the estate that commands pen again
To fill up blank pages with sensical words
And words even beyond the sensical

Beyond
Twilight’s brimmed expectations


[Writ. 04 June 1991, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila] 

 

ON MUSIC

ON MUSIC

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago


That I sing and make music
Brings joy and solitude to the psyche
Praise be to my wise grandfather
Of mathematical and musical genius made
From whom my bard’s mind was crafted.

Music is the holiest mover
It combines all powers of gods
From Olympus and all heavens
It shakes and rattles souls the most.

Music is certainly mathematics
Of metrics and calculus built
For which its maker anticipates
Astride rhythm and rhyme
The sonic bursts from orals and instruments.

Calculated is the world too
In music, a most moved audience
By booming sonics of its trade.


[Writ. 04 June 1991, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila] 

FEW HAVE HEART FOR THE OVERSEAS FILIPINO

FEW HAVE HEART FOR THE OVERSEAS FILIPINO

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago


Few have heart for the out-migrant
Few recognize the grinding hardships faced
In strange lands
Few sympathize yet so many beg
For the migrant’s gift when home
S/he comes –the rich person
Overnight. Overnight is saved money
Sucked too by bloodsucking kins
And neighbors and all.

Never mind the possible abuses
Or racist exploitations encountered
The compatriots surely have heart
When the migrant gives, when
And only when wine flows
And songs are sung upon arrival, when
Home is filled up by multitudes
Home is fiesta’s venue everyday!

The migrant’s absence makes people
Caricature him/her and kins
As a malignant felon.

No, nobody sympathizes with the migrant
Just wait till s/he arrives, when
The sky showers with Imeldific graces
Happy are kins and friends
Happy is government too
Happy is the merchant
Happy is everyone but
The migrant.


[Writ. 04 June 1991, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila]

A SUM OF PARASITES

A SUM OF PARASITES

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago


To serious thinkers an X unknown
is the sum of financial technocrats
and foreign debtors

but to the paupered lot
the sum means
more tasty diets consisting
of liver flukes
of ascaris
of tuberculosis
of kwashiorkor
of bronchopneumonia
of pinworms
of schistosomiasis

A sum of parasites
is always equal to parasites
and nothing less

THE GUERILLA

THE GUERILLA

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago


Fine, fine is the guerilla
knows s/he that the hinterland
is an infernal zone
where the enemy’s textbook lessons
seem like lost dots and dazed calculi
in a wildly vast encyclopedia

Fine, fine is the guerilla
s/he the master of warfare’s laws
of cunny maneuvers
amid tricky foliages and fields

The guerilla
Just like culture heroes
Is a sung hero


[Writ. 04 June 91. Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila]

OF ARTIST AND DUSK

OF ARTIST AND DUSK

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago


O! Eager artist!
Benign sib of the dusk
Vessel of the spirit of imageries

The dusk—
Is this your fraternal twin
Who reminds you always
Of your noble mission?

You are a speaker
And audio system fused
As one
Before the world

Your absence to many means
A worldless world, lifeless life

The dusk always reminds you
That salads of ideas are
Concocting
In your mind
Waiting to be revealed


[Writ. 04 June 91, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila]

MORNING

MORNING

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago


Morning is a wondrous haven
It emboldens me to beg the plants around
Tell me where’s the heavenly gate
That leads me, leads me
To the folds of Aphrodite
With whom I can best fashion queries
About the whereabouts of my sweet
Lifetime partner

For indeed weary had I grown
I am disdained by time and fate
Faulted though I am guiltless
I simply hasn’t seen the least chimera
Of my love desire even if ‘tis were
But a mere chimera


[Writ. 03 June 1991, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila]

THOU ART MY BENIGN TALISMAN

THOU ART MY BENIGN TALISMAN

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago


You sweetest Lady are my benign talisman
A billion bewitching charmers combined
Your Aphroditean countenance makes
The mind-rending world of peoples
A magical Eden alive
No more can poetry fathom
Your limitless charm and glow
You are to me the endless narrative
All epics’ visions fulfilled at last

[Writ. 27 May 91, Quezon City, M.Manila]