Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago
Across the Rio Grande Cagayan from Tuguegarao’s hide
Is Solana town ‘tis home to many kins of mine
There was I and brothers brought to summer holidays
Crossing the river by ferry as bridge there was none
There we played with carabaos, sheeps, and goats
Accompanied beloved Inggo who was pastor to them
With engrossed care we bathed them wonderful pets
Feeling at one with them we are truly blessed
Immersing in livestocks I grew to love them creatures
Built empathy along as I beloved more pets
Solana now is home to ancient pedigree of man
Whose bones fit half a million years to measure
Such knowledge thus to blend with sweet memories
Of my short but lovable stays in ol’ Solana town
[Philippines, 05 December 2010]
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Friday, April 1, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
BLESSINGS TO ALL WOMEN I’VE LOVED!
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]
[See: IKONOKLAST: http://erleargonza.blogspot.com,
UNLADTAU: http://unladtau.wordpress.com,
COSMICBUHAY: http://cosmicbuhay.blogspot.com,
BRIGHTWORLD: http://erlefraynebrightworld.wordpress.com, ARTBLOG: http://erleargonza.wordpress.com,
ARGONZAPOEM: http://argonzapoem.blogspot.com]
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]
[See: IKONOKLAST: http://erleargonza.blogspot.com,
UNLADTAU: http://unladtau.wordpress.com,
COSMICBUHAY: http://cosmicbuhay.blogspot.com,
BRIGHTWORLD: http://erlefraynebrightworld.wordpress.com, ARTBLOG: http://erleargonza.wordpress.com,
ARGONZAPOEM: http://argonzapoem.blogspot.com]
Monday, February 7, 2011
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]
[See: IKONOKLAST: http://erleargonza.blogspot.com,
UNLADTAU: http://unladtau.wordpress.com,
COSMICBUHAY: http://cosmicbuhay.blogspot.com,
BRIGHTWORLD: http://erlefraynebrightworld.wordpress.com, ARTBLOG: http://erleargonza.wordpress.com,
ARGONZAPOEM: http://argonzapoem.blogspot.com]
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]
[See: IKONOKLAST: http://erleargonza.blogspot.com,
UNLADTAU: http://unladtau.wordpress.com,
COSMICBUHAY: http://cosmicbuhay.blogspot.com,
BRIGHTWORLD: http://erlefraynebrightworld.wordpress.com, ARTBLOG: http://erleargonza.wordpress.com,
ARGONZAPOEM: http://argonzapoem.blogspot.com]
Monday, January 3, 2011
MACQUILING’S CALL
Erle Frayne D. Argonza
The calling
To do sublime tasks in Macquiling
Could have been gladly whispered
Thousands of times before
Via winds of heraldries
Upon my enthused ears
Though seemingly muffled
By time spent
In the Big City
The calling reached me back
Till I heard past my lips
I recall betwixt my veins
Beyond doubt I obtain
No more to entrust to oblivion
To the charge of chores I came
[Philippines, 05 July 2010]
[See: IKONOKLAST: http://erleargonza.blogspot.com,
UNLADTAU: http://unladtau.wordpress.com,
COSMICBUHAY: http://cosmicbuhay.blogspot.com,
BRIGHTWORLD: http://erlefraynebrightworld.wordpress.com, ARTBLOG: http://erleargonza.wordpress.com,
ARGONZAPOEM: http://argonzapoem.blogspot.com]
The calling
To do sublime tasks in Macquiling
Could have been gladly whispered
Thousands of times before
Via winds of heraldries
Upon my enthused ears
Though seemingly muffled
By time spent
In the Big City
The calling reached me back
Till I heard past my lips
I recall betwixt my veins
Beyond doubt I obtain
No more to entrust to oblivion
To the charge of chores I came
[Philippines, 05 July 2010]
[See: IKONOKLAST: http://erleargonza.blogspot.com,
UNLADTAU: http://unladtau.wordpress.com,
COSMICBUHAY: http://cosmicbuhay.blogspot.com,
BRIGHTWORLD: http://erlefraynebrightworld.wordpress.com, ARTBLOG: http://erleargonza.wordpress.com,
ARGONZAPOEM: http://argonzapoem.blogspot.com]
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
FINALLY REUNITED
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.]
[See: IKONOKLAST: http://erleargonza.blogspot.com,
UNLADTAU: http://unladtau.wordpress.com,
COSMICBUHAY: http://cosmicbuhay.blogspot.com,
BRIGHTWORLD: http://erlefraynebrightworld.wordpress.com, ARTBLOG: http://erleargonza.wordpress.com,
ARGONZAPOEM: http://argonzapoem.blogspot.com]
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.]
[See: IKONOKLAST: http://erleargonza.blogspot.com,
UNLADTAU: http://unladtau.wordpress.com,
COSMICBUHAY: http://cosmicbuhay.blogspot.com,
BRIGHTWORLD: http://erlefraynebrightworld.wordpress.com, ARTBLOG: http://erleargonza.wordpress.com,
ARGONZAPOEM: http://argonzapoem.blogspot.com]
Monday, October 25, 2010
ORCA COSMIC WARRIOR
Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago
Innocence kills the orca as much as the cat
By pretentious Terrans ego-filled pretenders
Caging the orca they to fatten bourses
O’ greedy oceanarium carpetbaggers
Ignorance for what they take as fish-like mammal
Are more intelligent than Terrans whose very brain
Is as fractious as a beetle or ant infinitesimal
Valueless they have no virtue yet to settle
Orca is a cosmic warrior sent to balance
The seas to form the phalanx versus negative
Fishes and creepers from surface to yon bottom
Sent forth by Hades a-preying on dumb mortals
‘Tis surely criminal to slaughter or cage them
Within they are of human souls o! so benign!
From mighty Sirius’ mien sent forth they
One day shall cosmic Justice settle the debts
Of greed ignominy of orcas’ killers whet
Such day to come is near when killers all
Will be the ones en-caged in dens so tall
Nowhere can they escape the jails so high
Till justice served on them they make a sigh
[Philippines, 01 May 2010.]
[See: IKONOKLAST: http://erleargonza.blogspot.com,
UNLADTAU: http://unladtau.wordpress.com,
COSMICBUHAY: http://cosmicbuhay.blogspot.com,
BRIGHTWORLD: http://erlefraynebrightworld.wordpress.com, ARTBLOG: http://erleargonza.wordpress.com,
ARGONZAPOEM: http://argonzapoem.blogspot.com]
Innocence kills the orca as much as the cat
By pretentious Terrans ego-filled pretenders
Caging the orca they to fatten bourses
O’ greedy oceanarium carpetbaggers
Ignorance for what they take as fish-like mammal
Are more intelligent than Terrans whose very brain
Is as fractious as a beetle or ant infinitesimal
Valueless they have no virtue yet to settle
Orca is a cosmic warrior sent to balance
The seas to form the phalanx versus negative
Fishes and creepers from surface to yon bottom
Sent forth by Hades a-preying on dumb mortals
‘Tis surely criminal to slaughter or cage them
Within they are of human souls o! so benign!
From mighty Sirius’ mien sent forth they
One day shall cosmic Justice settle the debts
Of greed ignominy of orcas’ killers whet
Such day to come is near when killers all
Will be the ones en-caged in dens so tall
Nowhere can they escape the jails so high
Till justice served on them they make a sigh
[Philippines, 01 May 2010.]
[See: IKONOKLAST: http://erleargonza.blogspot.com,
UNLADTAU: http://unladtau.wordpress.com,
COSMICBUHAY: http://cosmicbuhay.blogspot.com,
BRIGHTWORLD: http://erlefraynebrightworld.wordpress.com, ARTBLOG: http://erleargonza.wordpress.com,
ARGONZAPOEM: http://argonzapoem.blogspot.com]
Monday, August 9, 2010
(UNTITLED)
Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago
O! Time!
What art thou whence gone
Art thou into the mortuaries
Apoplexied asphyxiated amputated
Moves thee no longer in the halls
Where two souls ought be-toke
Their selves twixt binds of Eros’ rope
And ‘twere none a-rope but gallows
Of death before grown and born is
The love before them love lost
Unenchanted a-cursed a-gruelled
O! Time!
Thou wert a cadaver for Fate!
[Writ. C. Aug. 91, University of the Philippines Manila]
O! Time!
What art thou whence gone
Art thou into the mortuaries
Apoplexied asphyxiated amputated
Moves thee no longer in the halls
Where two souls ought be-toke
Their selves twixt binds of Eros’ rope
And ‘twere none a-rope but gallows
Of death before grown and born is
The love before them love lost
Unenchanted a-cursed a-gruelled
O! Time!
Thou wert a cadaver for Fate!
[Writ. C. Aug. 91, University of the Philippines Manila]
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
WELCOME YOUR GLORY, RIZALANDIA!
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By: Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago
Welcome your forthcoming glory, Rizalandia!
‘Tis coming out from shadows in repose:
From the navel of the earth’s core
It rides astride hot magmas
To be spilled in abundance;
From the bottom of the ocean
Surface twill on waves thru currents
Rides on tsunamis, lands ashore;
From the belly of the Sun beyond
Twas salvoed on borealis’ blasts
To heat up Terra searingly.
‘Tis coming out with passions full:
As passions of a zillion eager gods
Out to feret their mindframes on the dusts
Build awesome worlds from nothingness
For which trees are all out to bow
In full regards obeisance vow
The rising done amid lasting Now
No groaning pain shall have been heard
But laughter of a happy bard
The Wind evoke as sways its beard
Not rampaging waters one ought see
But cleansing drops bless head and knee
From festive stream, lake, ocean, sea
Not lethal blows spring from the mouths
Of Vulcan’s sons that we ought loath
‘Tis trumpeted joy from North and South.
Command them all the herds and birds and winds
Sound their tambulis forth on mountains high
That echo messages of purest notes
To all the commonwealths on Terra’s face
Command! Command! That you have come at last
To gain your lush estate that breeds all zest
O! Rizalandia! Take our Wills as one
With you the tale of glory now is done.
[Writ. 10 March 92, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila]
By: Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago
Welcome your forthcoming glory, Rizalandia!
‘Tis coming out from shadows in repose:
From the navel of the earth’s core
It rides astride hot magmas
To be spilled in abundance;
From the bottom of the ocean
Surface twill on waves thru currents
Rides on tsunamis, lands ashore;
From the belly of the Sun beyond
Twas salvoed on borealis’ blasts
To heat up Terra searingly.
‘Tis coming out with passions full:
As passions of a zillion eager gods
Out to feret their mindframes on the dusts
Build awesome worlds from nothingness
For which trees are all out to bow
In full regards obeisance vow
The rising done amid lasting Now
No groaning pain shall have been heard
But laughter of a happy bard
The Wind evoke as sways its beard
Not rampaging waters one ought see
But cleansing drops bless head and knee
From festive stream, lake, ocean, sea
Not lethal blows spring from the mouths
Of Vulcan’s sons that we ought loath
‘Tis trumpeted joy from North and South.
Command them all the herds and birds and winds
Sound their tambulis forth on mountains high
That echo messages of purest notes
To all the commonwealths on Terra’s face
Command! Command! That you have come at last
To gain your lush estate that breeds all zest
O! Rizalandia! Take our Wills as one
With you the tale of glory now is done.
[Writ. 10 March 92, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila]
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
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]
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]
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]
Friday, July 16, 2010
HERALD MY LADY COMING O! MORNING SUN!
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By: Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago
Tell me O! morning Sun, tell me
What destiny has providenced for every man?
What meaning too behind the arching mills
Of fate whose noble architect humans are?
What more fate in store?
What more treks to traverse?
What further joys to delight in?
What further sorrows to bear?
When knocks again Eros upon my heart
Is this the ultimate hour for the waiting
For her the lovely woman
Foretold a myriad times in dreams?
Foretold too by well-meaning seers?
She, the sporter of the long flowing hair
A-flashed her sight is beneath my mental screens?
She a wondrous damsel though in pains
Conceiver of my first born scion?
So let it be O! Sun! So be it
I wait no more for this foretold of old
Fulfilled shall be my being in her
Fulfilled more as mount of Light I am
With life a-nurtured as will
She be with me.
[Writ. 25 June 1991, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila]
By: Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago
Tell me O! morning Sun, tell me
What destiny has providenced for every man?
What meaning too behind the arching mills
Of fate whose noble architect humans are?
What more fate in store?
What more treks to traverse?
What further joys to delight in?
What further sorrows to bear?
When knocks again Eros upon my heart
Is this the ultimate hour for the waiting
For her the lovely woman
Foretold a myriad times in dreams?
Foretold too by well-meaning seers?
She, the sporter of the long flowing hair
A-flashed her sight is beneath my mental screens?
She a wondrous damsel though in pains
Conceiver of my first born scion?
So let it be O! Sun! So be it
I wait no more for this foretold of old
Fulfilled shall be my being in her
Fulfilled more as mount of Light I am
With life a-nurtured as will
She be with me.
[Writ. 25 June 1991, 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
COME BACK O! LOST CRAFT
Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago
You will come back, o! lost craft!
You were drowned in the great deluge
Where faith in self lost its scepter
To turbulent waves of underesteem
Faith has lost faith!
You are not lost!
Nothing is
Lost, not a craft that burns
The nights that owls had no monopoly
Over, beat your own despair!
Rise and ride astride the new tidal waves!
Find the whirlpool from the deep recesses!
Twill pull you up
To where bubbles are on sea surfs’ tops
Afloat you shall be
You are your own life saver
You
Are.
[Writ. 14 May ‘99, Cubao, Quezon City, MManila]
You will come back, o! lost craft!
You were drowned in the great deluge
Where faith in self lost its scepter
To turbulent waves of underesteem
Faith has lost faith!
You are not lost!
Nothing is
Lost, not a craft that burns
The nights that owls had no monopoly
Over, beat your own despair!
Rise and ride astride the new tidal waves!
Find the whirlpool from the deep recesses!
Twill pull you up
To where bubbles are on sea surfs’ tops
Afloat you shall be
You are your own life saver
You
Are.
[Writ. 14 May ‘99, Cubao, Quezon City, MManila]
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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