THOUGHTS ON ACTION

THOUGHTS ON ACTION

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

Actions of a kind

And those of others

Ever demand a plethora of decisions

Whether erroneous to some quarters

Or righteous to the rest.

The mind fulfills the thinking

Balanced with the doing

In a majestic rhythm

Of poetry and calculus,

Tempered by Justice

And the quest of the Will,

Astride the vehicle of Wisdom

Fueled by noble Inspiration,

It measures the outcome

Whether least appealing or best.

[Writ. 02 June 1988, Proj. 8, Quezon City, M.Manila.]

POLL AUTOMATION

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago


My country has always been a den of thieves and crooks
A den of poll cheaters likewise who’d feign no mercy
In the use of guns, goons, gold, glitches

Our polls for over a century have been
Through ballots and manual counting of hands
Even the dead were known to cast vote
While many occasions of vote buying
Spiced up later with ballot snatching
Peppered with hundreds of ambushed dead
Polling has become a cheap enterprise
Subject of guffaws of a million buffoons

Till finally this year 2010
Across the archipelago our eyes were gladdened
As poll machines appeared at last in the precints
Where our folks cast their votes like enthused kids
Gleefully amazed finally at the rapid result
Churning numbers as fast as grand rapids
Finally we’d say justice had come to our polls
As the numbers we can now believably say
Is truthful enough to merit our golden valuation

[Philippines, 22 May 2010]

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JESUIT FASCISM

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago


In the name of the Father – Jesuit priesthood
Of the Son – student o’ Jesuit school
And of the Holy Ghost – clericofascism
Amen.

From Ignatius Loyola to dreary Opium Wars
Evil assassins for Pope’s powers conquered
Duping beguiled Herds of a benign mandate
Minister they for the Holiest Almighty
Predators for a costly cosmic war they
Are ravens singing shibboleths for Lucifer

To China they sojourn disguised proselytizers
Covertly taught folks to smoke Holy Opium
Thus fattening Jesuit’s hoards for more conquests
While million addicts died in Loyola’s fame

Here they’re safely nestled in Manila’s suburbs
Atop Loyola’s hilly rocks built the fort o’ control
Clone Herds’ o’ pupils for their predatory gains
As fat landed oligarchy in the Hall of Shame

[Philippines, 27 April 2010.]

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GREENS AND SMOG CO-EXIST

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago


Calming on a famed bar-resto
In the equally famed Eagle’s Nest of Antipolo
Sippin’ a glass of iced tea to cool
My focals brooked no quarters to feast
On the verdance and panoramic vista
Spread around hills from where I seated
To my back a wall of rock nesting
Another famed restaurant in noble state

Twas a day so clear of clouds a-near
But there afar below the flatlands
O’ Marikina, Manila, Makati & metro spaces
Hover dark malignant shrouds of smog
Blanketing the big city as endowment from Hades
Foreboding deaths unto millions of folks
Whose lungs breath toxic air as free trade

Luck it is that lush surround is retained
Neutralizing Hades’ grave emissions a-clear
And great it is that this city I live anew
Perches Divine Mother as nature’s nurturer
A true shelter indeed from all maelstroms

[Philippines, 19 April 2010]

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UNIVERSITY CLASSROOM

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago


A noble ground it is this wondrous room
Where enthused adepts wait in seats a-poised
While mentor fills the air with notes a-flamed
That conquer maladies Ignorance had unveiled

Said conquest needs complete obeisance then
To reason and empirics’ tones of truth
Without which otherwise all things fall ‘part
As dark as what yon Medieval had cast

Sacred! Sacred is this noble ground we’re in
Where flaunted are ideas in liberty fulfilled
Where rigodons of reflection bring emancipation
Eschewed are dogmas—ikons’ benediction

How cool the air from humming fan is blown
Reminds us thus of sunlit valleys warm as old
Where there descend cool breezes from boondocks’ heights
Relieved is tensed up mental bank of yours

Sometimes the heat flack up thermometer’s gauge
Bring swelter hence to enthused minds a-blazed
Alright just mind not that which puts one a-glazed
For cool will be dear mentor’s words unfazed

Let there be praises for all women and men
Who’d fuse their minds in this Platonic den
Should they have grasped so well each lesson learned
Their worlds off walls would better be in zest


[Writ. 02 March 92, University of the Philippines Manila]

TO SOME YOUTH LEADERS CIRCA 1991

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago


O! Star youth of the Rizalandian race!
Truly so lovable and minds quizzical
Begotten as leaders yon echelon of thy gesselschaft
Who are to me so near and made so
By dancing with me together in the great hall
Of academic undertaking: tangoed we
As authentically ordained partners: ordained by fate
To feel and think together in states o’ sobriety
By commands of duty and obligation
For whom my everything my mind and heart
Had been encumbered for as my sole offering
Offering my soul’s betrothed my soul’s pure halo
My person a gift given collateralized
Without me demanding for the basest return
Yet but build they their gesselschaft and self sterlingly.

O! Knights and knightesses of today and tomorrows
How in the world can I besmirch thee all
Of whose countenance are to me endeared with plenitude?
Behold there isn’t one iota of doubt in me
‘Bout your knighthood’s prowess and trade’s wherefores

There at the summit of Cheop’s pyramid
Resides my esteem for thee all:
I shall lift up thy esteem
Towards abodes of gods
‘Twere firmaments
Fade in the dazzling light a-beauty
Of the aeternal Thou

I can no more bethink of reasons
For the begrudged flames in thy hearts
I now the crucified caper before thine eyes
Ne’er meant I to unlock a Pandora’s box
For which findest thy self in unfounded apprehension
Not for my endeared partners ne’er for thou

O! How I hope that grasp thou all so clear
The sincerest meaning behind my swearwords of late
That we ought march as one to champion
The triumphant denouement of our joint deeds
In their unique sense be they simple or compounded.


[Writ. 27 July 91, Univ. of the Philippines Manila]

FEW HAVE HEART FOR THE OVERSEAS FILIPINO

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago


Few have heart for the out-migrant
Few recognize the grinding hardships faced
In strange lands
Few sympathize yet so many beg
For the migrant’s gift when home
S/he comes –the rich person
Overnight. Overnight is saved money
Sucked too by bloodsucking kins
And neighbors and all.

Never mind the possible abuses
Or racist exploitations encountered
The compatriots surely have heart
When the migrant gives, when
And only when wine flows
And songs are sung upon arrival, when
Home is filled up by multitudes
Home is fiesta’s venue everyday!

The migrant’s absence makes people
Caricature him/her and kins
As a malignant felon.

No, nobody sympathizes with the migrant
Just wait till s/he arrives, when
The sky showers with Imeldific graces
Happy are kins and friends
Happy is government too
Happy is the merchant
Happy is everyone but
The migrant.


[Writ. 04 June 1991, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila]

THE GUERILLA

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago


Fine, fine is the guerilla
knows s/he that the hinterland
is an infernal zone
where the enemy’s textbook lessons
seem like lost dots and dazed calculi
in a wildly vast encyclopedia

Fine, fine is the guerilla
s/he the master of warfare’s laws
of cunny maneuvers
amid tricky foliages and fields

The guerilla
Just like culture heroes
Is a sung hero


[Writ. 04 June 91. Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila]