James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

4081. Jerky Poetry 7/15/2013
4082. It Takes Education To Crush It 7/15/2013
4083. Poetry A Book 7/14/2013
4084. Song Of The Sea 7/16/2013
4085. A Day-Piece 7/16/2013
4086. When Love Found Me 7/6/2013
4087. Children Think Of Garden's To 7/17/2013
4088. My True Fancy 7/17/2013
4089. I'M In Love 7/17/2013
4090. You Put All Of Us On Trial 7/17/2013
4091. The Whole Smile 7/17/2013
4092. Cliches Few Else 7/18/2013
4093. Ruby Red Round Crimson Mouth 7/18/2013
4094. Flowers Of The Fallen 7/18/2013
4095. Darkness Falling 7/19/2013
4096. The New Moon 7/19/2013
4097. Dark Deaths 7/19/2013
4098. The Van 7/19/2013
4099. White Women 7/19/2013
4100. President Obama Stand Your Ground 7/20/2013
4101. Chained To Your Shame 7/20/2013
4102. The Hangman's Daughter 7/20/2013
4103. Do You Like The Pain Of Chains 7/21/2013
4104. Decadence Unchained 7/21/2013
4105. Boot Strapping 7/20/2013
4106. Chained Up Normal 7/20/2013
4107. Gut Master Of Lore 7/22/2013
4108. When You, Forget Me 7/22/2013
4109. Whet Phingers 7/22/2013
4110. Whet Dreamz 7/22/2013
4111. In The Heat Of An Only 7/22/2013
4112. Other Wise Other's Will Come 7/22/2013
4113. Forensic Psychiatry 7/22/2013
4114. Her Open Source 7/22/2013
4115. Paralyization 7/22/2013
4116. Recreational Poetry 7/4/2013
4117. Dusk (Haiku) 7/3/2013
4118. Emily Dickinson And 7/3/2013
4119. How High Can You Hang 7/23/2013
4120. Soft Cotton Squeezed 7/24/2013

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..

C*taking Turns *

Short of wind your breath belies
the dragging of your heal in
dust we trust.

Sweat dried sand to face
scoured fresh blush the
wind has made
to know.

Wind lifts my arms to take
from you this gift is
precious so.

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