James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

4401. I Have Lost My Mind 3/21/2014
4402. Blame 3/21/2014
4403. Shame And Humiliation 3/23/2014
4404. ' Edge ' 3/23/2014
4405. When You Need God Most 3/23/2014
4406. All Roads 3/24/2014
4407. Time Travel 3/24/2014
4408. Bottle Fly's 3/24/2014
4409. Yellow Gift 3/24/2014
4410. Lonesome Cowboy 3/24/2014
4411. Understand Ing 3/24/2014
4412. Sensible A Well Bread Woman 3/25/2014
4413. Released 3/25/2014
4414. Shotgun Wedding 3/25/2014
4415. Sunrise 3/25/2014
4416. Nothing Else To You Did I Promise 2/26/2014
4417. Create Your Own Reality 3/26/2014
4418. Mirror 3/27/2014
4419. Judgement 3/27/2014
4420. My Catholic Priest 3/27/2014
4421. Happiness Is Not A Girl 3/26/2014
4422. Taking Notes 3/26/2014
4423. My Friend Ignorance 3/28/2014
4424. Upbeat, A Good Hero Is Hard To Find 3/30/2014
4425. My Mental Health Counselor Retired 3/31/2014
4426. The Tape Worm 3/31/2014
4427. She Said, They Could Not Choose Me 3/29/2014
4428. Affections 3/29/2014
4429. ........ Shy 3/29/2014
4430. Here Where I Wait For You 4/4/2014
4431. Sanitarium 4/5/2014
4432. What Would You Do With Freedom 4/6/2014
4433. Mental Health And The Streets 4/9/2014
4434. Anosognosia 4/9/2014
4435. Confusion 4/9/2014
4436. What Is Going On With Our Children 4/9/2014
4437. Heaven And Hell 4/9/2014
4438. I Am Not Yours 4/10/2014
4439. Clear Midnight 4/11/2014
4440. Face In The Mirror 4/11/2014

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.

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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