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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UNLADTAU: http://unladtau.wordpress.com,
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ARGONZAPOEM: http://argonzapoem.blogspot.com]

JESUITS’ PLAGIARISTS

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago


In the name of the Father (Jesuit Order)
Of the Son (students/constituencies)
And of the Holy Ghost (Jesuit fascism)
Amen.

If an alumnus Son is found to plagiarize
Kilometric lines of verbiage from famed denizens
Isn’t this a natural offshoot of the granite fact
That Father begets Son in his own image?
As any fascistic Father begets fascistic Sons
Likewise do plagiarizing Fathers
Beget plagiarizing Sons?

Can Jesuit schools indeed stand up as high esteemed
As atheneums of antiquity in the glory that was Greece?
Or it is more a mask that predatory pretenders don
Concealing thus the commissions of evil abominations
For weren’t the Jesuits those demonic assassins
Come to slaughter?
Those who depart from papal influence
Slayed by their idiotic blunder?

How many more will Jesuits subtly burn
To Hell those Herds of studes who to them turn
For sublime learning like famed Dr. Rizal?
How many more burnt at stake
In Jesuitical altars of ultimate power?

[Philippines, 14 April 2010]

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ARGONZAPOEM: http://argonzapoem.blogspot.com]

JUVENILES LIBER

Erle Frayne D. Argonza


Juveniles’ minds like sheets of papers are
Where learnings get imprinted bit by bit

Query’s who does writ the learnings for the youth
Will such learnings be for yearnings o’truth
Won’t such learnings be for sordid enchainment
In rocks so huge a-trapping one like Prometheus

The challenge lies therefore in making those bits
Mutated scissors they to tear the masks
Beguiled no more will juveniles be set free
Their inner monads smile in infinite glee

Till Light engulfs those sheets of pages full
That each then be a torch of freedom bliss


[Philippines, 16 April 2010]

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ARGONZAPOEM: http://argonzapoem.blogspot.com]
]

(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]

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]

LET ME MEET YOU O! MOTHERLAND!

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago



Let me O! Motherland meet you
With warm embrace and sweet solace
On wind and air above you.

I now have grown more than the bud
That I was then some dozens of summers past
Now am I prepared for tougher tasks
As all the carabaos are in your sturdy breast.

Accept my offerings—my brain and brawn
To plowshare for your scions’ nourishment
And lift them up from want and hunger done
By sickening evils wrought by lords of wrath.

Let me with your children sumptuously dine
I have no more than heartfelt words to give
So hopefully this might their souls satiate
So they’d regain states o’ sobriety and power.

Let me O! Motherland! Meet you again
Beneath your oceans, seas and lakes
Benign these blankets are to me so real
In them I’m freshened always as a babe.

Wake me up from slumber o! Motherland!
Let me rise up forever from this boorish state
I’d rise the more to bequeath my love
To your scions with whom I am betrothed
For they make sanguine giants out of ants
Gold are they beyond all spellbound words.

Let me reach out to your scions all, o! Motherland!
Arise shall my voice be so redeeming
To herald what dear Destiny had covenanted
‘Bout greatness that resides in all of them
Let them feel your Bosom thru this voice
That rise shall they therefore the quickest
‘Twards magnificence their wondrous wherefore
O’ this swearword let me not just rescind
To rest in nasty bowels o’ Oblivion
Far off your scions shall arise above the hovels
They’d lighten up your sky as rays they are
Of suns and suns from all yon galaxies
O! Motherland you’re lightened for all times!

Let me go forth in fights o! Motherland
To citadels of wealth and luster of crafts
Learn more from them I’d frame commission
Embankments of mind enriched for your accrual
For you alone, yes you alone o! Motherland!
I bade you not in sadness no not this
But in cheered one sweetened by your flowers
Return shall I, I swear, I dutifully swear
‘Tis heard aboard the melodious winds above you
To be a part of your triumphant enshrinement
In all the world’s magnificent halls of Light.


[Writ. 09 March 92, University of the Philippines Manila]

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]