James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

4241. The Unwritten Law 12/2/2013
4242. Everyone I Am Not 12/2/2013
4243. Poieo 12/18/2013
4244. When I Drank, Her Alone 12/19/2013
4245. I Am Only One Being 12/20/2013
4246. President Obama Our Healthcare 12/20/2013
4247. President Obama, Ask Them This 12/20/2013
4248. My Faithful Flock 12/20/2013
4249. The Infinite 12/23/2013
4250. That I Can'T Touch 12/23/2013
4251. Edward Snowden 12/24/2013
4252. Goodbye To Love 12/25/2013
4253. With Out Her 12/26/2013
4254. As If The Sea Should Part 12/26/2013
4255. Terrorist Explosion, Her Arm Is All That's Left 12/26/2013
4256. Dead My Lover 12/26/2013
4257. Li Po - Green Bamboo 11/29/2013
4258. President Obama, They Can'T Stand It 12/21/2013
4259. Prenatal Love 12/21/2013
4260. Blood Squirts 12/27/2013
4261. Tragically, They Could Have Been Avoided 12/27/2013
4262. The By Stander Effect 12/28/2013
4263. Non-Violent Rape 12/29/2013
4264. Keep It From Being So Moist 12/29/2013
4265. And I Lounged And I Laid In Their Beds 12/29/2013
4266. Empty Nest 12/29/2013
4267. How To Crest, Poetic Language 12/30/2013
4268. The First Cut's 12/30/2013
4269. Premonitions 1/2/2014
4270. Foster Parent's 1/5/2014
4271. My Song's Belong To You 1/5/2014
4272. I Love You Not Him 1/6/2014
4273. A Different View 1/8/2014
4274. Young Poet's 1/8/2014
4275. Salty Eye's 1/9/2014
4276. Poet's Of The Old 1/9/2014
4277. Blind The World 1/9/2014
4278. A Secret Told 1/10/2014
4279. The Night Flier 1/10/2014
4280. If God Was One Of Us 1/10/2014

Comments about James McLain

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

    Agree with your thoughts.

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    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.

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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