James McLain

Gold Star - 41,043 Points [is It poetry] (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

James McLain Poems

1. C*taking Turns * 12/8/2008
2. Here There * 12/8/2008
3. Book * 12/8/2008
4. Death Of Your Brain * 12/8/2008
5. Be*upon Your Head A Crown * 12/8/2008
6. It Is * 12/9/2008
7. I Mean * 12/9/2008
8. Handling The Flame * 12/9/2008
9. I Don'T K N0w * 12/9/2008
10. After The Last Curtain * 12/9/2008
11. Living Water * 12/9/2008
12. Cafe 12/9/2008
13. Alone* 12/10/2008
14. Questions 12/10/2008
15. I Ask The Maid * 12/10/2008
16. Nurse 12/10/2008
17. Oh Reaper Of Souls A Name May I Call 1* 12/10/2008
18. Oh Reaper Of Souls A Name May I Call 2* 12/10/2008
19. Dusts Breath* 12/10/2008
20. Laughing*join Me 12/10/2008
21. I See It* 12/10/2008
22. Destined* For* Fate* Ant 2 12/10/2008
23. Fate 12/10/2008
24. Clip*my*hair 12/11/2008
25. Children* Stay Good 12/11/2008
26. Men*mice 12/11/2008
27. Ignorant* Am*i* Of*your*ways 12/11/2008
28. Blind*for*days 12/11/2008
29. Happy*are Some Days 12/11/2008
30. Gone On A Lark 12/11/2008
31. Life*write*now 12/11/2008
32. Human Beings 12/11/2008
33. Heavy Sweat* 12/10/2008
34. Bink* Plack 12/10/2008
35. A* Very* Small* Word 12/10/2008
36. Incased* In *fire* This *ice 12/10/2008
37. Walk On A Beach 12/11/2008
38. I Am Known To All Of You 12/11/2008
39. I Am Known To All Of You 2 12/11/2008
40. Full House 12/11/2008

Comments about James McLain

  • Carol Carter Carol Carter (2/4/2015 12:12:00 AM)

    Agree with your thoughts.

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  • Mary Angela Douglas Mary Angela Douglas (10/10/2014 1:05:00 PM)

    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.

  • Amir Mohammad Islami Chalandar (6/6/2014 7:18:00 AM)

    excellent poems. you are great in explaining your feels. i invite you to read my poem

  • Richard Beevor (5/8/2014 4:20:00 AM)

    excellent poem, I believed I walked those woods with you

  • Kera Ann Kera Ann (11/22/2013 11:08:00 AM)

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

  • Chris Leermakers Chris Leermakers (4/22/2013 6:38:00 PM)

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

  • This Is Not A Poem (9/7/2011 10:04:00 PM)

    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... :)

  • Inner Whispers (9/4/2011 7:02:00 PM)

    hmn...top 49 poet....an honor i had a chance to be read by you....salute to you!

  • Alisha Lopej (4/28/2011 1:10:00 AM)

    Nice. Reactive attachment disorder, symbolizes a severe psychological syndrome that starts developing in a child during his age of the infancy.
    http: //www.disorderscentral.com/reactive-attachment-disorder.html

  • Liyo Denorte (5/13/2010 10:35:00 AM)

    now it dawns on me,
    u have the boldness and spontaneity of Kerouac

    i salute u for that

Best Poem of James McLain

She Is Afraid, He Is Tired..

She is he,
and he is She.
The two,
now lost, loves heart.
And bright,
the yellow sun.

You once we're two,
as one,
and ran around the world.
Inside both heads.

He fell inside loves fire.
And she,
his red heart pumping burned

Both fires,
burned ice cold hot.
Within Her,
light did give U.S. form.

Over shadows love,
swept out black coals.

Your smile, twin lips.
He kissed, both miss.


His face, from that.
Bright coals, still hiss.

Now alone again,
he walks into.

Loves,
loving ...

Read the full of She Is Afraid, He Is Tired..

Face Of The Poor *

Of all our children.
Dirt scuffed face America has some.
Late night Sally Struthers infomercial.
Compassion of the old in their time of need.
Helping in the wide open homeless shelter.
Bread from their mouths for the young.
Picture the views.
You helped to make.
Words stir the pot of no news.

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