James McLain

Gold Star - 40,958 Points [is It poetry] (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

James McLain Poems

4481. Avoiding These Children And Killing 5/30/2014
4482. Normal Sixteen 5/30/2014
4483. Kafr 6/2/2014
4484. Of Two Minds 6/4/2014
4485. A Haiku 6/5/2014
4486. Sad 6/10/2014
4487. Child Emigrant's Over Whelm U.S. 6/12/2014
4488. Priest 6/18/2014
4489. Alone In The Garden At Dawn 6/21/2014
4490. Poets, Poverty And Mental Illness 6/22/2014
4491. Flesh That Melts In Your Mouth 6/23/2014
4492. Nine Lives Aren'T Enough 7/2/2014
4493. When The Milk Dried Up 7/5/2014
4494. Science Verses Religion 7/9/2014
4495. Dumb Them Down Stupid People I Can'T Think 7/10/2014
4496. Hospital 7/15/2014
4497. Little Man 7/18/2014
4498. Internally 5/22/2014
4499. Qoute # 4 5/22/2014
4500. Anger 5/22/2014
4501. My Last Silver Dime 7/26/2014
4502. Carnal Succubus 7/26/2014
4503. The Summer That Time Forgot 7/26/2014
4504. Self-Medication 7/27/2014
4505. Florida-The Experiment's Done On It's Prisoners 7/27/2014
4506. People Confusion Is 7/31/2014
4507. Follow The Flies 7/31/2014
4508. Do You Dream Like Me 8/2/2014
4509. Emancipation From Death 8/3/2014
4510. Stop 7/29/2014
4511. ................... Nature Is Full Of Cuts 7/29/2014
4512. Religion And Your Fear Of Death 8/5/2014
4513. Moist Wet Juicy Lusciousness 8/5/2014
4514. Blue Neon Milk 8/23/2014
4515. Police Militarization 8/26/2014
4516. Hung Like A Mouse 8/26/2014
4517. Dreams - Dreams Of Coming Out 8/26/2014
4518. Madness 8/31/2014
4519. Desperation And Suicide 9/2/2014
4520. The Objective Terrorist 8/11/2014

Comments about James McLain

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

    Agree with your thoughts.

    26 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..

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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