Friday, September 25, 2015

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]

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

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]

Wednesday, September 9, 2015

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.]