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Erle Frayne D. Argonza

Walking leisurely along Grove avenue

Past the noble gates of Plato

O’ my new academic den

I breezed by coffee shops

To my left and to my right

I seem to be transported

To famed Bohemia of halcyon days

There to sip coffee and chat

With minds of bedazzling brilliance

Shaped thoughts that changed

Old worlds broken down by innovations

In like vein this Little Bohemia

Offers thee myriads

Of cafes and novelty shops

Of bars and pastry foundries

They can make one stay here

Glued like thick gel leaving marks

Of genius and galores of ideas

[Philippines, 05 July 2010]

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Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

The time, yes the time has come

For me to say farewell to you o! Academe

I’d again face the hostile world outside

Where rapacious Existence devours its gullible prey.

How gently comforting are you o! Academe!

A supreme shelter against diabolic boulders spewed

By the volcanic raptures of a putrescent world.

You are the soft bed where I’d laid

My tired body, tired from sojourns aplenty

You are the stars and moons joined together

That illuminated the nights of my life’s first half

You are the magical stove that patiently cooked

The ideas harvesting from my ever-searching mind

You are the resting stations all in all

In the Calvaries and Golgothas of my life.

Why depart I now that in you I am in bliss

Clearly because I’d been fated by history and self

To entrench my soul in humanity’s bosom

Share in the extirpation of malignant social ailments

Rooted in sorceries of injustices and imperial lust

They that had mired people in fecals and hovels.

Thereof I go forth, the molded warrior-poet

To thrust once more my blades against historic demons.

What words have I to say my gratitudes

These I can’t but feel them from my heart

I know that off your walls you are my trusted pal

Whom I will caringly long for in the morrows

Rest assured thus I bade farewell in full comfort.

[Writ. 16 Feb. 92, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila]

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