MOZART YOUR DAY

Erle Frayne D. Argonza


As part of your own tools for use
To keep your aura healthy and protected
Immerse yourself in music so benign
Of Mozart and the musical masters
Instantly they do elevate your aura
By octaves higher than your normal life
There to ensure your wellness protection
Against psychic attacks from sorcerers

Keep in tune for an hour a day
Twill keep the witch doctor away
Likewise will your intelligence increase
As razor sharp your skill to analysis
Blissful too will you be in joy
For heavenly tunes in your employ

[Philippines, 14 September 2010]


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ARROGANCE & HUBRIS WON’T PAY

Erle Frayne D. Argonza


The ego surely has every way
To ambush your psyche
Like bandits waiting to waylay thee
It comes with thunderbolts
Of thoughts so dark and gloom
They’d make you depart
From your sublime humanity

Such as to make you wallow
In dirty cesspools
Of arrogance and hubris
Large may the pool be
Yet dirty is it as ever

Arrogance and hubris won’t ever
Pay enough and won’t reward thee
Save but to sink thee
Deeper in murky waters of evils
Such darkness will come back
Upon thee when most unexpected
Like a boomerang gleefully flying
To return to its own thrower


[Philippines, 20 August 2010]

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WILL TEACH MORE

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago


From up Himalayas’ etheric space
With Light beings attending in sessions
Called forth by World Teachers we
Are as salts of the Earth

Brought forth to bring Light Above
Unto eager souls awaiting release
From encumbrances with ignoble Ignorance
Veils upon their eyes concealing truths

Likewise now am I decided anew
To re-enter the university’s august halls
There to rendezvous with sublime starseeds
Harbingers of the noblest goal of nirvana

A commitment to the Holy Cause
I’m coming back to sublime academia
Impeccable den of truth and wisdom
I’ve come back regained in strength
Will and inspiration fro the Heavens

[Philippines, 19 May 2010]

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ARJUNA RETURNS

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

Hail the New Earth coming!
It shan’t come with a whimper
But thunderously arrive with mighty roars
Like unto zillions of eager Lions

Upon its coming shall New Planet bring
Along mighty Guardians of the New Man
As unto an Arjuna that valiantly cuts down
Adversaries of the Light yon High
Shall Arjunas come forth to regain
The Holy Earth for the Divine Mother-Father

Hail Arjunas of the New Race!
Come forth that those enemies of Light will cower
Take hold the new polities for the grand Force
Of Celestial heavens’ Gabriel Michael and All
Leave no tables left unturned for them
Diabolical destroyers of human souls

Come forth Ascended Arjunas!
Like dazzling lightning of limitless power
Raze those resisting Fallen Ones
To helpless prisoners who ought be brought
Before Cosmic Justice all face the cost
Of eons’ destructions fragmentations
Make no delays in thy coming
O! Sublime Arjunas of the New Race

Come forth! Ascended Arjunas!
Be harbinger of Hope
Bearer of Divine Light
With you shall humanity move up
To build the world of Light at last
Our cherished dreams finally forged

[Philippines, 12 May 2010]

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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]

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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]

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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]

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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

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]

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]

(UNTITLED)

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago


Shall we again rendezvous
As the rains and leaves do
To the month of June?

Of what romance are we to partake
When neither of us sees at all
The shadow
Nor hears news and whereabouts
Of one another?

Behold! Walls of time have been built
Between us. The chance of communicating
With one another
Had been buried
In catacombs
Complete with dirges.


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

SLEEP NOT O! POETIC INSTINCT!

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago


No, lost shan’t you be.
Not when the voltages of inspiration’s currents
Flow like undiminished floods of recurrent
Seawaves upon imagination’s canvasses.

Let me find and catch you
In your deep slumber: ‘tis not your sad departure.
You’ve bid me no goodbye, not that I remember.

O! Poetic instinct of my inner chambers!
Come out of your doors when I have
Need of your benevolent company.


[Writ. 08 Jan.’88, U.P. Village, Quezon City, M.Manila]

THY WILL BE DONE

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago


Whenever the day starts I knock
Upon the doors of Life to request extensions
Of my lease to exist. Not that I
Will be merry forever notwithstanding fears
Tensions and anxieties that arise
In my here-and-now; I’m simply unsure
Of what may be up for me. Well, Life
Responded as always—cheerful, lighthearted,
Contagiously optimistic. I’d catch its air
Of glittering hope, daunting spirit,
Its elan of all elan. The I’d say too,
“Life, please do share unto others what you’re
Offered to me.” “Thy will be done” said Life.
Thy will be done. Done will be
Hope’s cremation of every unwanted carcass
Of Obscurity: faith in self regained.


[Writ. 21 October 1988, Proj. 8, Quezon City, M.Manila]

MORNING RHYTHM

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago


Silence breaks
Morning mist
Meets the day anew in sweet embrace
Birds aflight
Cats shall rest
As the sun erases evening’s haze.
Buses roll
Flies a-swarm
Off abound they’re freed from bottle’s cork.
Grandpas sneer
Dads consume
Coffee and news pages before work.
Crackers crack
Mobiles whine
Hospitals’ own occupants balloon.
Traffic grows
Roads go blocked
Terrified policeman act like goon.
Planes arrive
Flyers rest
Peddlers sell their wares with lemonade.
Bags prepared
Pockets swing
Joy’s corrupt official’s mood in trade.


[Writ. 19 October 1988, Proj. 8, Quezon City, M.Manila]

WHEN DEMOCRACY COMES

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago


Land of ours! You’re bent on reminding
Us anew: that our Sentinels again
Will rob us clear of our well-earned
Civil rights and arrogate for themselves
All powers of government.
So what? Yes, so what?
Will democracy become so weary
As to naively recline upon coal embers
That are our Sentinels’ hearts?
Has democracy anyway flowered
Into full bloom in your soil as to assure
Your history’s place in the citadels
Of human grandeur?

Land of ours! Relay these utterances
To the vanguards of treachery:
Democracy is verily like a fruit
That has ripened in the beings
Of the workingmen in shops and farms:
A dazzling show twill manifest
As it finally blooms to maturity
And edifices of fascistic greed twill
Burn down to remain as ashes forever
A signal to all humanity of your
Patriots’ repute as victors and
You: a bastion of freedom bearers.


[Writ. 13 October 1988, Proj. 8, Quezon City, M.Manila]

WHY MOTHERLAND?

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago


Why ought we call Motherland
The cradle of us loyal citizens?
Why not just call it Land
For the sake of propriety and brevity?
Likewise we shan’t label Fatherland
Each lustrous land of alien conquerors
Who enslaved our forbears in servitude
Over epochs of lamentable tribulations.

A Mother is she who never dares forsake
Her children whom she lovingly nourishes.
And yet all children grow to bid farewell
To the hardships of infantile life
And so to bid farewell as well
To the Mother who soon faces retirement.

Habits of old are hard to die
Like thoughts on Motherland or Fatherland
Even as we’re not overgrown infants
Of a country that professes eternal Motherhood
And neither could we all say farewell
To our benign Land: our Provider.


[Writ. 06 October 1988, Proj. 8, Quezon City, M.Manila]

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]

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.]

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]

JUAN’S NIGHTMARE

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago


Sleeping while inner rage brews
Inside one’s cognitive vat does not make
A sleep the fulfillment of a day’s toil.
Not for Juan the unlettered and dispossessed
Whose wretchedness is a correlate of wealth
Amassed by his other brothers whose
Purses and stocks do bulge ad infinitum.
Not for Juan. Reserved inner rage
Sooner unfolds into a thousand nightmares:
Spoiled is the timeless joy of dream’s utopia.


[Writ. 19 June 1988, Proj. 8, Quezon City, M.Manila]