Tuesday, January 26, 2016



Erle Frayne D. Argonza

As young a tot I was so supple and innocent
Did I copiously follow my oldies who slaughtered
Dogs for delicacy that they quaffed with liquor

Such was then tradition that withstood no perdition
For its own commission would shoot up one’s esteem
As one who can stand along with the tribes of Pinoys

And so twas my delicacy as a young man thereafter
Who’d make fallows to task and earn my keep
Excellent to quaff with brandy dog meat was
That burned one to brims of libidinal desires to consume

By late 80s my flights of fantasy for canine meat
Was scoffed by my own conscience
No more to eat a friendly pet I finally decided

Till law comes to ban the slaughter and eating
Of canine delicacy that’s now proscribed
The calling of innate wisdom has come to bear at last
For which we followed conscience in daily acts

[Philippines, 27 October 2010]

Friday, January 15, 2016



Erle Frayne D. Argonza

From childhood to young adulthood I feasted myself
With sights of carabaos at work in fields of planters

Like willful servant the carabao has been unto us
Humble Filipinos of an aegis of rustic past

Came forth new times and tractors filled the lands
Where carabaos once tread the fields till wee hours

Gradually did carabaos came to rest at last
No more to shame nor lame for slave tasks

So let it be the new mark of unfolding times
That carabaos be our true friends sit in glory

[Philippines, 14 October 2010]

Tuesday, January 5, 2016



Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

Gone away for too long we were
Unto each other. Twinflame and myself
and our lovable children. Come forth
From benign world yon Sirius flown
In huge mother starships straight
To North America our first home.

It seems just like yesterday
When huddled together by campfires
We were all loving family
And community. Learning to live
By the fast pace of the buffalo.
There we created the lovable Sioux nation
Where we re-embodied at later times
Again and again in perfect alchemy.

Since then we were gradually separated
To fulfill missions of our own, tested in surrounds
Utterly strange and hostile to us. Hoping that
We—our Presence—would yield the fruits
Of hastened soul evolutions for Fallen Terrans.

Too far away from each other our hearts pained
Tormented by this world yet steadfast
We stood to fufill the Mission. Not even if
They sold us as chattel slaves or burnt us
On stakes in the name of their false gods
Or used us for practice shooting exercises.
No we never budged in our tasks
Even as trillions of pains strengthened us.

Near the end of times now finally our sacrifices
Bore fruits. Yes bore fruits of the finest mangoes
And strawberries of success. Enough for Almighty
Father and Mother’s cosmic heart to let us be
Together again. Bursting with unparellelled delight
Imprinted in our undying cares during our rendezvous
We’ve finally reunited: My twinflame, myself,
Our star children. Scions all of the Almighty.

[Philippines, 09 May 2010.]