O! SIOUX BELOVED!

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago


O! Beloved Sioux!
Lakota, Dakota, and kin tribes all
For which my Sirian nation had
The calling to co-create with Prime Creator.
Lords of Light sing praises for thee
And entrust to you anew the mission
To rechart the noble polities forthcoming.

Let me likewise sing praises to you
O! Beloved Sioux!
O! Noble nation of sturdiest built
As sturdy as all the buffalos yon North
Thou art. Standing tall till many eons
Thou art still. Mighty tall prepared you
Are for the new calling.

Magnanimous as bumble bee
That nourished us with sweetest honey
Thou art. Please be so till times to come
For Divine Justice had listened to thy woes
And your sacrifices rewarded finally
With the New Calling.

Be compassionate and be one people
That listens and cares like the Holy Mother
Unto those who are of more marginal state
For they shall put their trust in thy bosom.

Praise be to thee o! Magnanimous Sioux
This once audacious Sitting Bull is always
With you. One with you still I am
Ra sings praises to thee like unto
Billions of robins in grand chorus.

[Philippines, 08 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]

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]

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]

POLICEMAN

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago


Policeman! Throngs of multitudes are
Waiting for your return to civility!

On account of the erosion of your image
As a reliable enforcer of statutes
By your recalcitrant engagements in
Extortions and rackets and every condemnable
Act that are well perceived by the periscopic oculars
Of the consummate public;

Come home, policeman! Come home
To the moral niche of civility!

For to extract money from laboring motorists
Traders and pedlars who may no more
Be better than the poorest fellows
Of yours whose every cent that you
Embezzle will accrue to the rupture
Of the noblest dignity;

Come home, policeman! Come home
To the powerhouse of civility!

For to bust striking workingment or to
Train guns on dissenting marchers or to
Equate to criminal acts those that are
Worthy of appreciation as they are
Motivated by desires for justice
Will cost you your sweet acceptance
By the same people whom you ought to protect;

Come home, policeman! Come home to
The sanctuary of civility!

People are surely waiting for you
Not excluding the gunslinging predators
Who are out to snatch your life
For your treachery and malevolence.

[Writ. 06 June, AUF, Angeles City, Pampanga]