Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago
May the glowing lights at night
Not stop at all for rest or sleeps.
Beware! Beware!
Snakes are bound to strike
When patriots of most noble faith
Sense slimmest the hordes of traitors;
Sentinels we’ve long trusted
May ride astride lightning bolt
To incinerate our dens of freedom
And leave the lores of democracy
To the nothingness of [...]
Archive for August, 2008
RADIO’S MALAISE
Posted in Literary, Poetry, tagged alienation, broadcasting, capitalism, colonial culture, colonialism, communications, culture, Establishment media, inspiration, mass media, Philippines, propaganda, radio, third world on August 24, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago
Radio should be a gentle mentor
whose teachings we take as our own
as we cherish each fact and fable
that it offers us canned lessons;
but Radio is consumed up
by its seeking for money and profits
as every sound that it releases
makes us believe that we are in New York
or London or elsewhere other than [...]
THE SUN OUR KIN
Posted in Literary, Poetry, tagged astronomy, astrophysics, inspiration, moods, nature, optimism, Philippines, solar, Sun, third world on August 14, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago
It’s true the Sun will lay to rest
On the day’s end after his toil
And give way to the nighttime hours
When ravagers despoil amid our slumbers
But sure enough the morning comes
And Sun radiates our Land anew
Each smile he sports enervates our longings
For better times of wealth and wellbeing
He never tires to shed [...]
WHY MOTHERLAND?
Posted in Literary, Poetry, tagged archipelago, Asia, child of divinity, Cosmic Mother, Divine Mother, feminine principle, Filipinas, inspiratioin, Lemuria, Maharlika, Maharloka, motherland, Mu, Philippines, third world on August 7, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Erle Frayne Argonza
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 [...]
