James McLain is a multi-talented and internationally famed poet of English literature who writes poems in various topics like love and life, society, nature and beauty and perception and philosophy. I know him and I have read his nice poems and reviewed these. I am completely astonished finding high essence and values within his poems. His perseverance is of high standard. He is continuously writing beautiful poems. He closely feels the dreams and realizes the truth.

I wish James McLain all the best. May God bring unlimited happiness and fortune for him. BEST WISHES FROM: : : poet Kumarmani Mahakul #368 on top 500 poets of the world (As per the World Poetry Database Information, the rank on date 19 April 2020) (Today's Rank)

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Tampa Heights Hospital was its name. You used to write poems for me to set my guitar music to. I am sooo sorry about what Rippy did to you...to all of us, actually...but us girls were left alone at least.....breaks my heart for you

Tampa Heights Hospital. I believe I remember you...we were actually close friends. You used to write lyrics for my songs at the hospital.

James...I don't know if you remember me, but I was in the hospital with you under Rippy. I had long blonde hair and played the guitar. I was institutionalized for almost three years....Age 13,14,15.5. at St. Elizabeth's, then Riverwalk which became another name I can't remember. I'm 60 now.

his poems are often (for me) difficult or impossible to understand, but i think there is a lot 'behind them' and it is just the putting it on paper/pc which doesn't work so well for James. but i consider him to be one of my longest and best friends on PoemHunter. bri :)

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This poem is astonishingly beautiful conveying unseen worlds and with utmost delicacy. Forgive the intrusion but I have changed (not the words) but a few very minor spelling or typos type of mistakes. This poem is incredible and flows in and out of dreams so that you even forget the language, arcing beyond life to afterlife. It is remarkable. To The Blind Their Dreaming Before I was blind there were dreams. But seeing my dreams before I could see, depended on how much you could really see. Blind before birth, and what you have asked of me. Having my, our, hearing dreams- your perception is sound, sound that is seen; left more unsaid about me. I still see to see in my dreams as one where I'm still alive. What they must contain, the colors within. and sound, I can feel: taste and touch. To remember one dream that one special dream, I still dream when awake I can see, when my wife I first met and how she will look forever.

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excellent poem, I believed I walked those woods with you

It's an honor that you read my work thank you so much. I hope you read more and that you like it.

Great Poems All Round. And Thankyou For Your Positive Feedback On My Poetry. Cheers, Chris.

You are amazing. I thank you for existing. I live in a glass house and am unable to write the truth as you do. One day... :)

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