James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

4161. A Challenge To The Dark 6/14/2013
4162. Living And Dying (Haiku) 6/8/2013
4163. Apparently With No Surprise 6/8/2013
4164. Red Butterflies 8/9/2013
4165. The Biblical Flood 4/8/2013
4166. Coming Home 11/15/2013
4167. Guns, Hippa And Mental Illness 11/16/2013
4168. If Love Should Be Erased 11/18/2013
4169. Lost One Little Girl 11/19/2013
4170. Crying Eye's 11/19/2013
4171. Bath Virginia 11/19/2013
4172. Wringing Hands 11/19/2013
4173. The Bulimic And The Cutter 11/19/2013
4174. Looking Few See Through The Curtains 11/20/2013
4175. Voting Against Your Best Interest 11/20/2013
4176. When I See You I See Green 11/20/2013
4177. The American Tea Party 11/20/2013
4178. Paying The Rent 11/20/2013
4179. Eye's The Colour Of 11/21/2013
4180. Filibuster 'Nuclear Option' 11/21/2013
4181. By Spreading Out The Wealth 11/21/2013
4182. Sara Palin And Michele Bachmann 11/21/2013
4183. A Different Path Again To Insanity 11/23/2013
4184. Mommy And Daddy Problems 11/23/2013
4185. Her Client 11/23/2013
4186. Made Up Crying Mind 11/25/2013
4187. Twenty Six November Two Thousand Thirteen 11/26/2013
4188. Head Light's 11/26/2013
4189. Hungry Moon 11/26/2013
4190. Barack Obama, Church And Truth Changed 11/26/2013
4191. Head Lines Wait 11/26/2013
4192. Empty Promises 11/26/2013
4193. The Actions Of Your Deeds 11/26/2013
4194. I Want To Be Good 11/27/2013
4195. I Can Not Submit But To That 11/27/2013
4196. Living The Game 11/28/2013
4197. I Have Loved The Sea 8/9/2013
4198. In Through The Out Door 9/10/2013
4199. 'Always, ' 5/11/2013
4200. Heaven Is Within Reach 5/11/2013

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..

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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