James McLain

Gold Star - 41,631 Points [is It poetry] (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

James McLain Poems

4081. It Bleeds To Be Touched 1/22/2012
4082. I Have Painted Her Waist 1/23/2012
4083. One Instant 2/7/2012
4084. Would Be Lovely, To The Ocean Love Of Beauty Overcame 2/21/2012
4085. Verticle I Wish To Be 2/27/2012
4086. Deep Inside The Well 3/28/2012
4087. Cinnamon Moon 4/2/2012
4088. Come Though The Hills 4/7/2012
4089. To You They Made Me Less 4/9/2012
4090. When You Forget Me 1/5/2012
4091. Come Love Me Deeply 4/10/2012
4092. Public Gardens 4/10/2012
4093. Being Murdered Most Were Brave 4/16/2012
4094. Justice Is To Why When Then It Sleeps 4/19/2012
4095. When I Died 4/19/2012
4096. Fire Can Not Wait For The Dawn 4/20/2012
4097. Ring By The Fire 4/20/2012
4098. At Midnight She Will Come 4/21/2012
4099. Empty, Full Of Mayhem 4/21/2012
4100. Arrested By Mistake You Are When 4/21/2012
4101. Knocked Up 4/27/2012
4102. Corn Pone 4/30/2012
4103. Impalpable 5/7/2012
4104. Full Moon Rising 5/9/2012
4105. Long Are The Shadows 5/19/2012
4106. Silence Inside Your Head 5/21/2012
4107. Man And History 8/27/2012
4108. I Belong 9/14/2012
4109. After All 1/9/2013
4110. Heavy Hearts 1/10/2013
4111. The Ocean 1/14/2013
4112. Gouging My Flesh 1/14/2013
4113. Mental Illness Being Different I Hoped 1/15/2013
4114. Guns And Control 1/16/2013
4115. Guns And Mental Illness 1/16/2013
4116. Spooks 1/16/2013
4117. What Else Did They Do 1/18/2013
4118. Because Of Crack 1/18/2013
4119. Mental Crisis 1/19/2013
4120. Love Is Around The Bend 1/19/2013

Comments about James McLain

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

    Agree with your thoughts.

    28 person liked.
    24 person did not like.
  • 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.

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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