Poet Laureate program
J. Paul Holcomb is currently serving as Lewisville’s first Poet Laureate. As such, he will create original poetry to commemorate special occasions and deliver educational programs in the community. His first public reading of original work as Poet Laureate is expected to be for the dedication of Old Town Park Plaza later this year.
Holcomb, now a resident of Double Oak, lived for many years in Lewisville where he and his wife raised their family and were LHS Farmer parents. A veteran of the U.S. Air Force, Holcomb worked in the telecommunications industry for most of his career. He holds a B.A. in Mathematics from McMurry College (now University) in Abilene and did additional studies in English Literature at Syracuse University and the University of North Texas. He also holds a Masters of Applied Science in Computer Science from Southern Methodist University.
Holcomb has been a member of the Poetry Society of Texas since 1984 and served as president of the organization from 1999 until 2002. He was a founding member of the Denton Poets Assembly and has mentored many North Texas poets. He has published 235 of his poems to date, with his work appearing in The Texas Poetry Calendar, Windhover, Ilya’s Honey, Concho River Review and in Poetry Society of Texas prize-winning anthologies, among other outlets. He was the featured State Poet at the Austin International Poetry Festival in 2013.
Mr. Holcomb will serve a two-year term and will receive a $500 stipend for each year.
Duties of the Lewisville Poet Laureate include representing the City of Lewisville and the poetic arts through participation in poetry events and interviews and presenting poetry at no more than four events per year. These events may vary from year-to-year, but could include readings at scheduled City events and in local schools. Duties also include accepting invitations to present his/her poetry at community events or with community groups, in interviews with the media, and to submit works for publication on the City website and other outreach vehicles. The Poet Laureate will act as an advocate and resource for poetry and literary events in Lewisville.
J. Paul Holcomb composed an original poem to celebrate Lewisville’s 90th birthday, presenting the poem during the City Council meeting on Monday, Feb. 2. Click here to watch the YouTube video of Mr. Holcomb reading his poem.
Samples of poetry by J. Paul Holcomb | |
HEAVENLY BODIES (for Sue Ann)If I revive from my death to find myself reincarnated as an asteroid, I shall streak through the skies leaving trails of my being hanging the heavens, spelling your name.And if after I die I return as the rings of Saturn, I will undrape that planet and search the galaxy looking for the heavenly body that represents your resurrection.And if at eternity’s end our universe collapses into some colossal black hole, I will drape your presence as we are pulled lovingly into the vacuum, together to oblivion. |
THE CLANK OF LOOSE BLADESAfter the missile crisis the young man was assigned to infiltrate, meet the Cubans speak the language, become part of the society. And he did until deception was no longer possible and his talking stopped. He returned to West Texas to stay in the bunkhouse with the range hands and focus his gaze on the spurs that jangled from the cowboys’ boots.In the evening the young man would open the bunkhouse window though nights were beginning to turn cool and the range hands objected. He lay beneath that window every night From November to March And slowly regained his smile, Hesitantly turned his eyes Toward other people. He began to speak.It was the windmill that saved him, not the water it pumped nor the breeze that drove it, but the clank of loose blades, the squeak of worn gears: the comforting, never-stopping sounds that droned into a Texas sky rising up from the ground uninterrupted by trees, sounds that spoke his language and told him he was home. |
WHEN I HEAR YOU SINGDaughter, when you sing the clear notes dance into my thoughts and caress my ego. When the spotlight announces your presence I remember my visions, a father’s fantasy of blue-skied tomorrows.I dreamed of Little League and ballgames and giving advice, and then you were here and we danced and we tumbled and we toyed with dolls and soccer and spelling bees.You took my dreams and changed them from a masculine fantasy \to a reality of you— a reality not anticipated but reality bursting with reaching and finding. And never am I reaching farther and finding more than when I hear you sing. |
THE DANGER IN LOOKING FOR GOOD GRASSIf I sit in the cane chair next to our case that displays the Sharps Rifle, and if I read from journals next to an old family Bible, and then if I close my eyes I can see buffalo running beard after shaggy beard through tall grass like horizontal oak trunks with legs. And if I cause my mind’s eye to squint I can see sun reflecting off scores of Sharps Rifles pointed over the walls of Fort Griffin.If you drive east from Anson, on Highway 180, you approach Albany by driving down a hill you think better suited for a different place. Who would expect a descent like this east of Abiline, west of fort Worth? But you drive down and you wonder why buffalo came this way, moving in herds that numbered thousands, thundering plains, navigating occasional hills, looking for more prairie grass and full stomachs so they would have strength to reach Fort Griffin and murdering buffalo rifles. |