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 Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

The still calm of the morning

Is as deafening as stories

About crimes

Printed in the dailies

Broadcast on radio

Crime has become the cheapest

Merchandise

Flaunted by its own law

Of supply and demand

Its price roughshodly lowered

By abundance

More abundant

Than mangoes and guavas

They need not be bought at all

So much that even the harmless streets

Of recluse villages

Become zoos

Littered with

Salvaged

Bodies

 [Writ. 29 May 1991, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila]

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Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

A key

Inserted on a doorknob

Cannot turn itself

Someone has to be

It’s turning’s progenitor

What

If indeed a key

Turns a doorknob

By itself?

‘Tis like asking

If a cockroach can

Push an elephant

Or if a gentle breeze can

Knockout a sturdy house

It coheres with the circumstance

When a ball rests and bounces

At the same time

When the slightly probable

Fills the observer’s eyes

As an inescapable vista of verdant forests

Green and lucidly green

[Writ. 29 May 91, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila]

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Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

Fate could be embezzler and crook

If bribed it could be

‘Tis when one cuts his/her throat and snuffs

Out life as one cold stone.

Yet fate and life are holy lovers

Self, the blinding love

Inane would be the earth’s own twirling be

If this code wasn’t found.

This itch to knife the body, like

Fly that scans excrement

Will flee when reason for it shies away

When swatters swarm the heaps

That is when one has bridged the self

To the crafting of the world anew

Behold! The diadems in people’s hearts!

Await everyone’s countenance

Like cornfields that a day shan’t miss

Without showers gently sent

By pious clouds from heaven’s floors

Undone is the sizzling heat

And then no more will knifing the body

Ever cross the willful mind.

[Writ. 27 May 91, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila]

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Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

What ought I write again

On this blank page in front of me?

Blank is my mind as a clear

Tabularasa: empty is the world, a dot

On its circumscribed face

Without an iota of an image

On its being.

Fertile is the night.

Cockroaches dance gaily to proclaim

So. What now would preoccupy

The mind?

Frigid is the pen. It cannot roll on

To herald the hymns and notes

Fervently brewing deep in the vats

Of my inner space: thoughts have receded

Without the usual romance with the pen.

[Writ. 27 May 91, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila. See: IKONOKLAST: http://erleargonza.blogspot.com, UNLADTAU: http://unladtau.wordpress.com, COSMICBUHAY: http://cosmicbuhay.blogspot.com, BRIGHTWORLD: http://erlefraynebrightworld.wordpress.com%5D

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Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

Break, break through the barrier

Betwixt time and timelessness!

Descend upon Terra’s mortal face!

Nestle in the minds of knowers

Who’ll catch you a-glide!

As to your catchers who know not

One another, perfect strangers

Illuminate them with your radiance!

A holy fire you are and ever

To all men you’re passed a-glow.

That you land on different mortal

Baskets at one time and only one

Is cause enough for bafflement

For both simpleton and erudite.

But your stately arrival exudes greater kingliness

Then the wondrous enigma you’ve aroused

Risen have you from beneath time’s antechambers

To exterminate the nebulae of ignorance.

[Writ. 27 May 91, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila. See: unladtau: http://www.unladtau.com, IKONOKLAST: http://erleargonza.blogspot.com, COSMICBUHAY: http://cosmicbuhay.blogspot.com, BRIGHTWORLD: http://erlefraynebrightworld.wordpress.com%5D

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Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

Shall we again rendezvous

As the rains and leaves do

To the month of June?

Of what romance are we to partake

When neither of us sees at all

The shadow

Nor hears news and whereabouts

Of one another?

Behold! Walls of time have been built

Between us. The chance of communicating

With one another

Had been buried

In catacombs

Complete with dirges.

[Writ. 27 May 91, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila. See also: http://cosmicbuhay.blogspot.com, http://erleargonza.blogspot.com%5D

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Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

Where are you, sweetest lady?

Long had passed since my heart’s Cupid beating

For you was at its zenith.

You are a living ghost that appears

Ceaselessly on the panoramic screen

Of my cognitive antechambers.

Do our thoughts and hears still meet

Betwixt undefined time and spaces

Like blended waves of twin satellites

Long cut off from

Their umbilical cords?

Or am I just churning reveries

Of a love flame long deadened

By oblivion’s deoxidizing waters?

Please tarry not the questioning

Or goner would be my fate.

[Writ. 27 May 91, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila. See also: http://cosmicbuhay.blogspot.com, http://erleargonza.blogspot.com%5D

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