James McLain

Gold Star - 41,654 Points [is It poetry] (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

James McLain Poems

4201. On Top Of Me A Dead Body Climbs 11/28/2013
4202. Absence Is 12/2/2013
4203. A Lizard 12/2/2013
4204. Her Middle Toe 12/2/2013
4205. I Will Wait 12/2/2013
4206. All The Days Before 12/3/2013
4207. To Whom We Would Address 12/3/2013
4208. Densitized To Violence 12/4/2013
4209. The Urgency Of Forgiveness 12/5/2013
4210. As The Poem's Go 12/5/2013
4211. Prizom 12/5/2013
4212. Judgement Day, Will Come 12/6/2013
4213. Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela 12/6/2013
4214. It Ceased To Hurt Me, Go 12/7/2013
4215. Sun Tzu 12/7/2013
4216. Dead Is The Hand Of History 12/8/2013
4217. Childlessness 12/8/2013
4218. The Seven Dollar Baby 12/10/2013
4219. Boobs 12/13/2013
4220. Children Dreaming 12/13/2013
4221. Old White People 12/15/2013
4222. Why It Is Said, Here They Are 12/15/2013
4223. Harvested To Soon - Part One 12/16/2013
4224. A Light Exists In Spring 12/16/2013
4225. Chastely Lesbian 12/16/2013
4226. At The Sea 12/17/2013
4227. Insensitive Remarks 12/17/2013
4228. The Unborn 11/29/2013
4229. Lonely My Banana 11/29/2013
4230. Submission 11/30/2013
4231. Back To The Sea 11/30/2013
4232. Forensic Genetics And The Law 11/30/2013
4233. With Me My Love 12/1/2013
4234. Seven Years 12/1/2013
4235. With Each New Threat 12/1/2013
4236. To Caroline 12/2/2013
4237. The Unwritten Law 12/2/2013
4238. Everyone I Am Not 12/2/2013
4239. Poieo 12/18/2013
4240. When I Drank, Her Alone 12/19/2013

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)

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  • 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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