James McLain

Gold Star - 41,704 Points [is It poetry] (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

James McLain Poems

4321. Dreams-Dreams Falling 2/6/2014
4322. In The End, You Realize 2/7/2014
4323. Why Girl's Learn To Read 2/7/2014
4324. Write For Her And Write For Him 2/7/2014
4325. Adolescent, Kids Are Mean 2/7/2014
4326. Terror Of The Soul 1/20/2014
4327. A Word It Is Not 2/11/2014
4328. Pious Temple Holy 2/14/2014
4329. I Loved You Here 2/14/2014
4330. Fairer The Hill That Is Green 2/14/2014
4331. It's As Simple As 2/15/2014
4332. The 'Boy' And The 'Girl' 2/15/2014
4333. Trapped On The Slide 2/15/2014
4334. A Cloud Withdrawn From Me 2/16/2014
4335. Quote # 1 2/13/2014
4336. Quote # 2 2/13/2014
4337. Verdict Will Be For Michael Dunn 2/13/2014
4338. Dreams-Dreams Of Sex And Prison 2/13/2014
4339. That Fat Girl Said It Wouldn'T Hurt 2/13/2014
4340. Red And Yellow Burning Is 2/16/2014
4341. Dreams- Dream Of What May Come 2/17/2014
4342. A Hill Without Eye's 2/17/2014
4343. Confessing, American Juries 2/19/2014
4344. School Bullying, Republican Style 2/19/2014
4345. Burried Alive 2/20/2014
4346. Does He Like What You Do But Still Cheats 2/26/2014
4347. Operation Optic Nerve 2/27/2014
4348. His Brothers Keeper, In Florida 2/27/2014
4349. Hunting For Days Like You 2/28/2014
4350. Femininity... 2/28/2014
4351. Her Last Breath 2/28/2014
4352. Candidly I Exceeded 2/28/2014
4353. I Thought You Loved Me... 2/28/2014
4354. True Deception 3/1/2014
4355. Don'T Vote Republican, In Florida 2/22/2014
4356. Shadow Of God 2/23/2014
4357. Hidden In My Room 2/23/2014
4358. Why Crime Fell In America 2/24/2014
4359. The Guts Of It 2/25/2014
4360. Love To All I Give 2/26/2014

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.

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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