James McLain

Gold Star - 41,653 Points [is It poetry] (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

James McLain Poems

4441. The Enemy 7/25/2013
4442. Yesterday I Was 7/25/2013
4443. Going Gone 7/25/2013
4444. Fate And Yet Friends Are 7/25/2013
4445. Something Touched Me 7/25/2013
4446. Sing To Me 6/22/2013
4447. The Dark Mind 6/22/2013
4448. The Good Gardeners Hand 6/22/2013
4449. Murder Bone White 6/22/2013
4450. Heaven Within Reach 6/22/2013
4451. Abuse Is Convoluted 6/22/2013
4452. However Mother Feels 7/26/2013
4453. Before You Got Your Eye Put Out 7/26/2013
4454. The Dictionary 7/26/2013
4455. Forest Fire 7/26/2013
4456. Dead Folk 7/26/2013
4457. Bedfellows 7/26/2013
4458. No One Knows What You Are Feeling 7/27/2013
4459. When The Mind Is Without Fear 7/27/2013
4460. Unrestorible 7/27/2013
4461. Come, Walk With Me 7/27/2013
4462. When I Have Fears 7/27/2013
4463. America, You Had Better Be Afraid 7/27/2013
4464. Hi Tide (The Watermark) 7/27/2013
4465. Waves And Sea 7/28/2013
4466. Executions 7/28/2013
4467. The Fort 7/28/2013
4468. Lies (Haiku) 6/16/2013
4469. Despair A Song Of 7/29/2013
4470. Come Not While I'M Alive 7/29/2013
4471. Clearing Of The Mist 6/15/2013
4472. A Challenge To The Dark 6/14/2013
4473. Living And Dying (Haiku) 6/8/2013
4474. Apparently With No Surprise 6/8/2013
4475. Red Butterflies 8/9/2013
4476. Volcanic Lake 7/28/2013
4477. 'Something, Touched Me 7/28/2013
4478. China Doll (Haiku) 7/28/2013
4479. High Tide (The Watermark) 7/26/2013
4480. Low Tide (My Fall From Grace) 7/26/2013

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..

Heart In Oak *

Such as does repose
fine grain.

Polished surface gained
thus by feel.

Soul of a giant
lays within.

Bowing Gently
in the breeze.

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