Erle Frayne D. Argonza
To all the women I’ve ever loved before
Who once were o! so near in stead
Whose countenance filled my heart’s longings
Even as I to them was an inspiring Sun
Now all of them are shadows of tales gone
Of love and pains that blend like one
I hereby share my blessings and benign carings
As one mentoring soul shares love to all
Let them walk the Path where destiny leads
And scale Nirvana’s farness till travails end
Till they fulfill at last the goddess within them
Shall they turn unto Venus-like beings of zen
[Philippines, 28 September 2010]
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Showing posts with label romance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label romance. Show all posts
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Sunday, July 18, 2010
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]
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]
Sunday, July 4, 2010
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]
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]
Friday, July 2, 2010
(Untitled)
Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago
Indeed O! sweetest lady
Sweeter still than honey and wine
Whom Dionysos frenzies for delightfully
With whom all men are enthralled by
You gorgeous sight
You are the soothing wave that massages
My tired heart, tired in searching
For you and no one but you
Come forth!
Bring our foreshadowed fusion
To its marvelous close!
[Writ. 27 May 1991, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila]
Indeed O! sweetest lady
Sweeter still than honey and wine
Whom Dionysos frenzies for delightfully
With whom all men are enthralled by
You gorgeous sight
You are the soothing wave that massages
My tired heart, tired in searching
For you and no one but you
Come forth!
Bring our foreshadowed fusion
To its marvelous close!
[Writ. 27 May 1991, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila]
Monday, June 28, 2010
WHERE ARE YOU SWEETEST LADY?
Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago
Where are you, sweetest lady?
Long had passed since my heart’s Cupid beating
For you was at its zenith.
You are a living ghost that appears
Ceaselessly on the panoramic screen
Of my cognitive antechambers.
Do our thoughts and hears still meet
Betwixt undefined time and spaces
Like blended waves of twin satellites
Long cut off from
Their umbilical cords?
Or am I just churning reveries
Of a love flame long deadened
By oblivion’s deoxidizing waters?
Please tarry not the questioning
Or goner would be my fate.
[Writ. 27 May 91, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila]
Where are you, sweetest lady?
Long had passed since my heart’s Cupid beating
For you was at its zenith.
You are a living ghost that appears
Ceaselessly on the panoramic screen
Of my cognitive antechambers.
Do our thoughts and hears still meet
Betwixt undefined time and spaces
Like blended waves of twin satellites
Long cut off from
Their umbilical cords?
Or am I just churning reveries
Of a love flame long deadened
By oblivion’s deoxidizing waters?
Please tarry not the questioning
Or goner would be my fate.
[Writ. 27 May 91, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila]
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
WHY DO I LOVE YOU SO DEARLY
Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago
Why do I love you so dearly?
As if love were an omnipresent elixir
From the teapots of Eros
Its fading is now next to impossible?
Certainly and o! so certainly because
You’ve been a person unto me who
Never ran out of kindness
Never ran out of reasonableness
Never ran out of sweetness
And so you deserve my love and tenderness.
O! Sweet daughter of the race of Zarathustra!
Behold! I’ve come for you! I am a gift
A present by my forebears Apollo and Dionysos.
I’ve come armed with the edict of my Will—
Evoked is my will to Love!
I am a harbinger of the Shadow—
The benign shadow of Love
That ceaselessly follows you:
It has been anchored in your bosom.
The forces of the Past can’t seem to leave you
Even as the Future now knocks upon your present
But the Past will be incinerated by its own twilight
And the Future gleefully glides before your countenance.
Shudder not with the sight of the Future
You shall find the door to its halls
And I’m the guardian who’d patiently waited for you
I’d lead you to Future’s spaces where we
Shall celebrate our affinity with dances
And fancies.
The Future will be delighted as we’ll dance
Together on its sacred floor
And Love’s the tune that we as ordained
Lovers never can ignore.
[Writ. 20 Jan.’89, U.P. Village, Quezon City, M.Manila]
Why do I love you so dearly?
As if love were an omnipresent elixir
From the teapots of Eros
Its fading is now next to impossible?
Certainly and o! so certainly because
You’ve been a person unto me who
Never ran out of kindness
Never ran out of reasonableness
Never ran out of sweetness
And so you deserve my love and tenderness.
O! Sweet daughter of the race of Zarathustra!
Behold! I’ve come for you! I am a gift
A present by my forebears Apollo and Dionysos.
I’ve come armed with the edict of my Will—
Evoked is my will to Love!
I am a harbinger of the Shadow—
The benign shadow of Love
That ceaselessly follows you:
It has been anchored in your bosom.
The forces of the Past can’t seem to leave you
Even as the Future now knocks upon your present
But the Past will be incinerated by its own twilight
And the Future gleefully glides before your countenance.
Shudder not with the sight of the Future
You shall find the door to its halls
And I’m the guardian who’d patiently waited for you
I’d lead you to Future’s spaces where we
Shall celebrate our affinity with dances
And fancies.
The Future will be delighted as we’ll dance
Together on its sacred floor
And Love’s the tune that we as ordained
Lovers never can ignore.
[Writ. 20 Jan.’89, U.P. Village, Quezon City, M.Manila]
Friday, June 4, 2010
SPEAK O! FELICITOUS LADY!
Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago
Speak to me, dear Friend!
Are you a ghost—a ghost of Light—
That smashes the granite rocks of masks
I’ve upon myself built with esteem’s cement?
Speak! Lady chronicler of the inner theatres!
Behold! We need no longer pass along
This world’s tortuous roads as our monads fuse—
Yours and mine, mine and yours.
Regain shall I my own pure unbesmirched
Halo of intelligence and will and aspiration:
You are the sacred moment that fertilizes
Again like unto growing buds of verdant lores
This sanctified shadow of my inner theatre.
Speak! Lady of the free spirits!
Quench my thirst for tales of delight!
You are the tale, the bringer of delight,
The ultimate acting being in the Thespian stage.
Receive my swearword: I offer
To you the wakened ghost of mine, once more
To amplify your limitless experiencing of the magic
In the world of humans; my words, planted and grown
[Writ. 19 November 1988, Proj. 8, Quezon City, M.Manila]
Speak to me, dear Friend!
Are you a ghost—a ghost of Light—
That smashes the granite rocks of masks
I’ve upon myself built with esteem’s cement?
Speak! Lady chronicler of the inner theatres!
Behold! We need no longer pass along
This world’s tortuous roads as our monads fuse—
Yours and mine, mine and yours.
Regain shall I my own pure unbesmirched
Halo of intelligence and will and aspiration:
You are the sacred moment that fertilizes
Again like unto growing buds of verdant lores
This sanctified shadow of my inner theatre.
Speak! Lady of the free spirits!
Quench my thirst for tales of delight!
You are the tale, the bringer of delight,
The ultimate acting being in the Thespian stage.
Receive my swearword: I offer
To you the wakened ghost of mine, once more
To amplify your limitless experiencing of the magic
In the world of humans; my words, planted and grown
[Writ. 19 November 1988, Proj. 8, Quezon City, M.Manila]
Thursday, May 27, 2010
LOVE’S MURMUR
Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago
I hear the murmur of love
Like rattles of tree branches.
It is coming, marching triumphantly
On the ground of eternal merriment.
It seizes me, bless of my wishes,
It its delightful gallows of wonderment.
It’s message clear—“Heed my call!”
To my woman ‘tis selflessly shared.
[Writ. 24 July 1988, Proj. 8, Quezon City, M.Manila]
I hear the murmur of love
Like rattles of tree branches.
It is coming, marching triumphantly
On the ground of eternal merriment.
It seizes me, bless of my wishes,
It its delightful gallows of wonderment.
It’s message clear—“Heed my call!”
To my woman ‘tis selflessly shared.
[Writ. 24 July 1988, Proj. 8, Quezon City, M.Manila]
SENTIMENTS FROM EROS
Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago
Sentiments from Eros’ royal house
Here it lies within my being.
A chasm it shall try to bridge
And warm up your cold heart a-glow.
It will grow, it will merge
From the shadows of the iceberg’s underneath.
It will seek its proper moorings
In your heart it is wont
To nestle; only in your heart or nevermore.
[Writ. 24 July 1988, Proj. 8, Quezon City, M.Manila.]
Sentiments from Eros’ royal house
Here it lies within my being.
A chasm it shall try to bridge
And warm up your cold heart a-glow.
It will grow, it will merge
From the shadows of the iceberg’s underneath.
It will seek its proper moorings
In your heart it is wont
To nestle; only in your heart or nevermore.
[Writ. 24 July 1988, Proj. 8, Quezon City, M.Manila.]
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
WISH SHE COMES O! COCONUT TREE!
Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago
Wish for me O! Coconut Tree!
Of benign Filipinas that She comes in beauty
Her luggage filled to the brims
With love and tenderness. Let her caress
My longing heart. I shall meet her
Under your secure shade O! Coconut Tree!
Where we shall pledge the vow
Of eternal sharing of trust and care;
A bnd you’ll judge with favors
One stroke like a million devoted caretakers’.
[Writ. 19 June 1988, Proj. 8, Quezon City, M.Manila]
Wish for me O! Coconut Tree!
Of benign Filipinas that She comes in beauty
Her luggage filled to the brims
With love and tenderness. Let her caress
My longing heart. I shall meet her
Under your secure shade O! Coconut Tree!
Where we shall pledge the vow
Of eternal sharing of trust and care;
A bnd you’ll judge with favors
One stroke like a million devoted caretakers’.
[Writ. 19 June 1988, Proj. 8, Quezon City, M.Manila]
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