James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

4361. Hunting For Days Like You 2/28/2014
4362. Femininity... 2/28/2014
4363. Her Last Breath 2/28/2014
4364. Candidly I Exceeded 2/28/2014
4365. I Thought You Loved Me... 2/28/2014
4366. True Deception 3/1/2014
4367. White Trash 3/4/2014
4368. Darling I 3/4/2014
4369. Aye, Old Age 3/4/2014
4370. Quote # 3 3/3/2014
4371. Safe, My Small Garden 3/4/2014
4372. Old Age 3/3/2014
4373. Lonely Fat Girl 3/5/2014
4374. Poem 1 3/1/2014
4375. It Is So 3/1/2014
4376. Kissing Under The Stars 3/1/2014
4377. Winter Rain 3/1/2014
4378. Global Village 3/6/2014
4379. Clean Babies 3/6/2014
4380. Florida's Voting Rights 2/12/2014
4381. Putin And Obama 3/2/2014
4382. I Thought You Loved Me 2/28/2014
4383. In The Blink Of An Eye 2/28/2014
4384. Thanatophobia 2/28/2014
4385. About The 'Poor' 2/27/2014
4386. Without Metre Or Rhyme But Not Freestyle 3/7/2014
4387. The Hearafter 3/12/2014
4388. Death Our Last Race 3/12/2014
4389. Children That You 3/12/2014
4390. Frere 3/13/2014
4391. Flight 370 3/14/2014
4392. Independence 3/14/2014
4393. Breast Milk 3/15/2014
4394. A Book 3/15/2014
4395. Dark Cinnamon 3/16/2014
4396. Consciousness 3/7/2014
4397. Morality 3/9/2014
4398. I Am What 3/9/2014
4399. Kissing The Cat 3/16/2014
4400. Dream Flavor 3/17/2014

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.

Loves,
loving ...

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

Selflessness

More of that from me you've had than I and
Discerned of mind, no more to me by you is said.

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