James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

4441. Here Where I Wait For You 4/4/2014
4442. Sanitarium 4/5/2014
4443. Liars 4/15/2014
4444. Li Po, Tu Fu At The Edge Speaking 4/15/2014
4445. God Made Roses 4/17/2014
4446. Dreaming-Dreams Girls Dream 4/18/2014
4447. Hide And Seek (Haiku) 4/18/2014
4448. Death Is Proud 4/22/2014
4449. Your Afraid Of Worms 4/22/2014
4450. The Most Dangerous Thing When Judging 4/22/2014
4451. Housing For The Poor 4/22/2014
4452. Cheap Green Dress 4/22/2014
4453. Disproving A Negative 4/23/2014
4454. Robert Burns 4/23/2014
4455. Dreams-Dreams Of Birds 4/23/2014
4456. Cold Woman And Hot Lips 4/24/2014
4457. One Civilization 4/24/2014
4458. Rehab 4/24/2014
4459. Stupid People And Gun Rights 4/26/2014
4460. Face Of My Face 4/27/2014
4461. Russia, Sanctions And Chess 4/28/2014
4462. My Fear Of Being A Shut In 4/28/2014
4463. Donald Sterling 4/29/2014
4464. After The Glitter Fades 5/1/2014
4465. Breaking News 5/2/2014
4466. Garden Of Wisdom 5/3/2014
4467. Children And The Future 5/4/2014
4468. Burried Love 5/4/2014
4469. Dark Is The Woods On This Path 5/6/2014
4470. American Jobs 5/7/2014
4471. Abuse In Her Nursing Home 5/7/2014
4472. After The Trees Are Gone 5/9/2014
4473. Prefrontal Cortex 5/1/2014
4474. The Devil's Cut 5/13/2014
4475. The Voice Inside 5/14/2014
4476. Vice 5/25/2014
4477. Denial (Haiku) 5/27/2014
4478. What They Say About You 5/27/2014
4479. Love And Falling Snow 5/28/2014
4480. Avoiding These Children And Killing 5/30/2014

Comments about James McLain

  • Carol Carter Carol Carter (2/4/2015 12:12:00 AM)

    Agree with your thoughts.

    27 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..

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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