James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

4321. Adolescent, Kids Are Mean 2/7/2014
4322. You They Know 2/7/2014
4323. Solomon's Lost Psalm 2/8/2014
4324. Bloody Stick's 2/8/2014
4325. Only You Drink And Do Drugs 2/9/2014
4326. Lost Inside The Koran 2/9/2014
4327. Rejection Prophet's Hate, But Love Pride 2/10/2014
4328. One Is Bourne 2/10/2014
4329. Terror Of The Soul 1/20/2014
4330. A Word It Is Not 2/11/2014
4331. Quote # 1 2/13/2014
4332. Quote # 2 2/13/2014
4333. Verdict Will Be For Michael Dunn 2/13/2014
4334. Dreams-Dreams Of Sex And Prison 2/13/2014
4335. That Fat Girl Said It Wouldn'T Hurt 2/13/2014
4336. Pious Temple Holy 2/14/2014
4337. I Loved You Here 2/14/2014
4338. Fairer The Hill That Is Green 2/14/2014
4339. It's As Simple As 2/15/2014
4340. The 'Boy' And The 'Girl' 2/15/2014
4341. Trapped On The Slide 2/15/2014
4342. A Cloud Withdrawn From Me 2/16/2014
4343. Red And Yellow Burning Is 2/16/2014
4344. Dreams- Dream Of What May Come 2/17/2014
4345. A Hill Without Eye's 2/17/2014
4346. Confessing, American Juries 2/19/2014
4347. School Bullying, Republican Style 2/19/2014
4348. Burried Alive 2/20/2014
4349. Don'T Vote Republican, In Florida 2/22/2014
4350. Shadow Of God 2/23/2014
4351. Hidden In My Room 2/23/2014
4352. Why Crime Fell In America 2/24/2014
4353. The Guts Of It 2/25/2014
4354. Love To All I Give 2/26/2014
4355. Does He Like What You Do But Still Cheats 2/26/2014
4356. Operation Optic Nerve 2/27/2014
4357. His Brothers Keeper, In Florida 2/27/2014
4358. Hunting For Days Like You 2/28/2014
4359. Femininity... 2/28/2014
4360. Her Last Breath 2/28/2014

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.

loving ...

Read the full of She Is Afraid, He Is Tired..

A Single Tear

Eternity made inside to grow
singular shape to know
duct of the salt rolls from
this flesh cured spectrum
emotions all do taste
you grow.

Many are the tears that
formed upon your face.

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