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Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

Sleeping while inner rage brews

Inside one’s cognitive vat does not make

A sleep the fulfillment of a day’s toil.

Not for Juan  the unlettered and dispossessed

Whose wretchedness is a correlate of wealth

Amassed by his other brothers whose

Purses and stocks do bulge ad infinitum.

Not for Juan. Reserved inner rage

Sooner unfolds into a thousand nightmares:

Spoiled is the timeless joy of dream’s utopia.


[Writ. 19 June 1988, Proj. 8, Quezon City, M.Manila]

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Bro. Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago


History is Judge and Witness

to the truth that my heart is ne’er

A nest of



for you o! deceased kin

                                You were never a

Creator of terror and trouble


nor villain are you for the anguish

you’d upon me outpoured from time to time


                                No resentment!

Be in peace as the Dove that is now

your fulfilled state.




 [Writ. 11 June 1988, Proj. 8, Quezon City, M.Manila]

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Bro. 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]

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Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago


vermin upon vermin gather in mounds

undistinguished from the morsel

felled by it’s ego’s date with Grim Ripper


                                                25, 50, 100, etc

are found without names in named or unnamed



                                uncelebrated figures

are puzzles that are delightful to civil

libertarians’ appetites for enigmas


                                –shadows without tales

or felled bodies do have sagas of pain

or joy unaffected by the Roman slaughter

of holy and unholy souls on Golgotha’s foot


[Writ. 11 June 1988, Proj. 8, Quezon City, M.Manila]      

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Erle Argonza y Delago



When hawks and other living flyers

Set foot on swampy fields for feeding

Tis a marvelous sight that glows the eyes

As mark of platonic appreciation


Where muddy waters used to fill

The air with constant foul-smelling vapors

And gift the neighboring men and women

With malaria and ailments and more

And leave no space that’s fertile enough

For crops and edible greens

And there vehicles run agog

When torrents bring oceanic floods

No more is this worthy of anyone’s esteem

Than to ignore it for its fecal state


Melons and fruits and rice now abound

In this once noxious forbidden land

No more is Hope rekindled the better

Than on the marshes of Candaba


Fly! Fly! Beloved Eagle to the peasant’s nest!

And laud him with your hymns of joy

For his victorious heartwarming travails on swamps

Indeed make him a true human champion.


[Writ. 06 June 1988, Proj. 8, Quezon City, M.Manila]


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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]

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Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago


If you’ve gone through a commotion

Or an accident of sorts

And you feel the urge to summon

Newsreporters to the scripts


Ah! Don’t ever waste your sweat

On thick layered phone directories

To call on foreign newsmen to the fore

For these souls today are hounded

On cryptic suspicions of support

They give to rebels on the hills


You might as well call up the hounders

Who are craftsmen of psywar ars

Who don’t matter if 1,000 differs from 10,000

Or whether Mr X didn’t or did commit Action Y

For as long as reports serve the purpose

Of fueling more wars and battle gores

And inflate the raison d’etre

Of brave regimentation and war mania



[Writ. 06 June 1988, AUF, Angeles City, Pampanga]

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