James McLain

Gold Star - 40,887 Points [is It poetry] (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

James McLain Poems

1. Here There * 12/8/2008
2. Book * 12/8/2008
3. Anxiously * 12/8/2008
4. Amongst Them No Longer I Am * 12/8/2008
5. Death Of Your Brain * 12/8/2008
6. Be*upon Your Head A Crown * 12/8/2008
7. Flip Of A Swith * 12/8/2008
8. It Is * 12/9/2008
9. I Mean * 12/9/2008
10. Antagonist * 12/9/2008
11. Whit Undeclared * 12/9/2008
12. Blessed Are The Mothers* 12/9/2008
13. Handling The Flame * 12/9/2008
14. I Don'T K N0w * 12/9/2008
15. After The Last Curtain * 12/9/2008
16. Living Water * 12/9/2008
17. Cafe 12/9/2008
18. Black And Pink* 12/9/2008
19. Alone* 12/10/2008
20. Questions 12/10/2008
21. I Ask The Maid * 12/10/2008
22. Nurse 12/10/2008
23. Oh Reaper Of Souls A Name May I Call 1* 12/10/2008
24. Oh Reaper Of Souls A Name May I Call 2* 12/10/2008
25. Dusts Breath* 12/10/2008
26. Ants* 12/10/2008
27. Laughing*join Me 12/10/2008
28. It Just Kills Me* 12/10/2008
29. I See It* 12/10/2008
30. Destined* For* Fate* Ant 2 12/10/2008
31. Fate 12/10/2008
32. Afraid Of The Dark* 12/10/2008
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. Can The* Eagle Sing 12/10/2008
38. Clip*my*hair 12/11/2008
39. Children* Stay Good 12/11/2008
40. Men*mice 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 As The 'Moon' Light

In beauty she walks by me.
and her throaty is so pale.
she It is as the moon light.
and how i struggle hard and blue vein,
not in vanity to reach the other side.
It is so full and heavy and as it is you so ethereally,
and it being you, it does shine down.
Wrapping around it
as i gaze up each night at twin half moons.
i sleep between them, you hold it there untill
sleep over takes us.
Too there, by the pond as does the white stork,
as it stands on one leg as a frog moves slowly down.
And as i watch mesmerized, that lump is mine,
and with my hand,...

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Lid To My Box *

Round beveled square to a frame
bearing hues fading of dreams
maker in such crafted long ago
for whom but a guess many
names but few for the
wearer of the seal meant for me
not for you.

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