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The Art of Poetry.
Submission
© June 13, 2000 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

Serene Rays once weave a chilling void
Misty shadows chariot the glowing light
Apollo’s charm cloak his dark desire

Episode
© January 15, 2000 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

Quite sometime has come to pass,
Since words have flowed to rhyme.
I started writing as a gas,
Sometimes just to pass the time.
It’s not that the words were long forgotten,
Or were never to be found
The words were always available to me,
But I would hardly be around.
I kept with the power of suggestion,
I still dabble in my own [...]

Lightning Strikes Twice
© January 17, 1995 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

Like a funnel cloud towering over your head,
Like a funeral march, a prayer for the dead,
I will be back to reign blood over you.
So you intend to cut me, with the sterile edge of a knife.
Or maybe you wish to do something that may end my life.
If you didn’t already know it, I am prepared [...]

As Real As Real Is
© January 10, 1995 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

Silence, as I listen for her whisper.
Shhh, as I hear for her wonderful call.
I hear her voice, my heart jumps into euphoria.
Listening to her every word, my mind follows softly-
And in awe, I slip into a new dimension of celestial reality.

Sea Breeze
© January 10, 1995 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

Somber summertime silenced
Sobering thoughts of yesterdays fantasies
Sequence secret silhouette
Showering sinister sureality
Scarves scurry secret seals
Stiff skiff sews shallow seas
So soon shall we.

My Flower
© January 4, 1995 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

The untamed fields of flowers,
Much like those of the wild gardens of Eden
With its sacred fruits and aphrodisiacs,
Not to be picked likely.
The early morning dew carefully caresses the earth,
Like the gentle touch of a man and a woman.
The full moon passes way to the rays of things to come.

A Dose of Time Pieces
© July 23, 1989 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

To seek the truth of reality – I chose to let my mind flee
To envelop such knowledge – I fly to another frame
As the time slips through the sands – I begin to laugh
Another time – from a different fabric of my mind
Another place – like a still photo from a dream.
My mind begins to [...]

Growth
© November 10, 1988 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

If you should ever want to succeed
You must leave your teacher
And improvise.

Eye to Eye with Fate
© October 10, 1988 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

Upon the beach, the waves had come to meet.
Through the clouds, the mourning sun hit the dock.
There, I sat upon the towering rocks.
I, then, stood up to climb a few more feet.
And as I climbed, my hands began to slip.
Something began to drip upon my hair,
I was shocked: Why did blood drip from up [...]

Headache Depression
© May 9, 1988 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

I’m trapped in a corner,
Locked to the walls of my mind
Time seems long,
As if it stood still
Along beside me
I’m trying to escape the chains that bind,
But the chains are too strong.
Trying to escape, but I don’t,
For fear that the chains will tighten
And pull against the walls from within.
A sedative in reach, I try to obtain.
As [...]