{"id":1065,"date":"2019-04-19T02:31:51","date_gmt":"2019-04-19T02:31:51","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/?p=1065"},"modified":"2019-04-12T01:29:11","modified_gmt":"2019-04-12T01:29:11","slug":"three-poems-by-j-martin","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/2019\/04\/19\/three-poems-by-j-martin\/","title":{"rendered":"Two Poems by J H Martin"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p style=\"font-size:15px\"> J H Martin is from London, England, but has no fixed abode. His writing has appeared in a number of places in Asia, Europe and the Americas.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:23px\"><br>Bare Concrete Blue<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Come on now son<br>Let\u2019s beat away time<br>With the sole of this boot<br>And sing us a song<br>To shake off these dusty thoughts<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>For how many years <br>Can these months truly last?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>For all of these memories<br>And all of their longing <br>To feel what they felt<br>Are no more than bare trees <br>To this cold winter blue<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>For now <br>The ancient has gone<br>And the new quickly fades<br>No matter how many buildings<br>We may like to <br>Construct from this world<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>So let us just walk then  <br>My old shadow and me<br>Through these concrete dream streets<br>And these phantom filled crowds<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>For any true hope is not here   <br>But beyond that clear frosted sky<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>In those dead palaces of silver<br>In that burning river of gold  <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:23px\"><br>Spring Bamboo Rain<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Sundial<br>Otter<br>And blue dragonfly<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>None of them<br>Chide this grey monkey<br>For watching the first rain<br>Of Spring Festival fall<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Far away from that kingdom <br>And its blackened heart<br>I stand and I smoke<br>Unable to move <br>Watching my thoughts drift on outwards<br>With the ripples on this pond<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Their burning paper <br>And their pure white crane wings<br>Still craving <br>Still longing<br>For even the faintest echo<br>From that bamboo dream village <br>And her bell-like flute <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>J H Martin is from London, England, but has no fixed abode. His writing has appeared in a number of places in Asia, Europe and the Americas. 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