NEWSPAPER CLIMES

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

Conquering the public mind isn’t easy a goal

More so by landing in news headlines a-gallery

Such a chance did finally come upon my being

In 2004 upon endorsing a presidential candidate

As spokesman of a multisectoral coalition twas

In month of January it did come to commence all

How awesome that all the major newspapers came

Reinforced likewise by tabloids of worthy fame

From coalition launching to press cons and all

There was I and mass leaders in news fronts

Headlined in no less than couples of events

As I heralded advocacies that were truly treasures

That social services be for grassroots & mid-class

Twas eventually my short-cut to a palace stint

So was it time to meet boxing hero Manny Pacquiao

Twas too a meeting with cinema star la Aunor

And the young daughter of the martyred Flor Contemplacion

Short it was in 2004 to make of wondrous clime

Yet meaningful a stint for my own future roles

Beyond 2012 awaits my co-founding of larger commonwealth

Colored preliminary by the past newspaper climes

[Philippines, 11 February 2011]

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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]

SIMPLE WORDS

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago


In every production of my pen
Of full narrative or poem
I’m compelled to write in simple
Words that folks could comprehend

It’s no joke to dazzle minds
With jargons and magical words
For just like magic on a wand’s stroke
Will make the denouement outpace
The cognition of the enthusiastic viewer
Will only obscure the thought presented
And leave the consciousness dangling
On rotten vines of superstition and illusion

For I’m supposed to offer
Lines that shatter false images
It’s so that every undertaking
Of thinking and imagining
Will irradiate the knowing viewer
With rays of clarity and concreteness


[Writ. 06 June 1988, Angeles City, Pampanga, on a visit to the Angeles University Foundation.]