James McLain

Gold Star - 41,305 Points [is It poetry] (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

James McLain Poems

4001. The Bell 6/30/2013
4002. Education And Knowledge 7/2/2013
4003. Vampires Camping Out 7/2/2013
4004. Deffered One's Dream 6/27/2013
4005. Night Time Summer Skies 6/28/2013
4006. How Can You Refuse 7/4/2013
4007. I Never Felt At Home-Below 7/4/2013
4008. The Streets 7/4/2013
4009. A Dream Of Death 7/5/2013
4010. Shaming Children 7/5/2013
4011. Talent Wasted 7/5/2013
4012. We Avoid The Past 7/5/2013
4013. Digging 7/5/2013
4014. The Moon In Your Body 7/5/2013
4015. Along The Feild As We Are Seen 7/6/2013
4016. Karen-2013 7/6/2013
4017. Spirits Of The Dead 7/6/2013
4018. Like Wheat Bending 7/6/2013
4019. Out Of Breath 7/6/2013
4020. You Are Coming 7/6/2013
4021. A Dead Body Climbed On Top Of Me 7/3/2013
4022. Insane, Isolated From The World Outside 7/3/2013
4023. Eternity 7/7/2013
4024. Learning (Haiku) 7/7/2013
4025. To Me Different Signs Heaven Has 7/8/2013
4026. The Suicide's Soliloquy 7/8/2013
4027. O 'Daddy, 7/8/2013
4028. Raw Love 7/8/2013
4029. 'Riding, It At Night 7/8/2013
4030. The Women Of Mirage 7/8/2013
4031. Relapse, Mental Health 7/8/2013
4032. Sara Palin, Tea And Breast Pumps 7/8/2013
4033. Watching, Leaves Fall 7/9/2013
4034. Being Infamous 7/7/2013
4035. Disruptions 7/7/2013
4036. Are You Drinking! 7/7/2013
4037. A Chain Of Pearls 7/7/2013
4038. When Hawk's Go Down 7/9/2013
4039. Entities That Haunt Your House 7/9/2013
4040. Poet's When They Die 7/10/2013

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..

Heart In Oak *

Such as does repose
fine grain.

Polished surface gained
thus by feel.

Soul of a giant
lays within.

Bowing Gently
in the breeze.

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