James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

4521. Dreams - Dreams Of Coming Out 8/26/2014
4522. Madness 8/31/2014
4523. Desperation And Suicide 9/2/2014
4524. Who Benefits That 9/3/2014
4525. Birth 9/3/2014
4526. Roller Coaster 9/4/2014
4527. Birds A (Haiku) 9/4/2014
4528. Are You A Liberal Or Conservative 9/9/2014
4529. America Radicalized 9/24/2014
4530. By Invitation Only 9/27/2014
4531. Bukowski And My Crib 9/28/2014
4532. God Old Age And Death 9/28/2014
4533. Neglected By Our Politician's 9/29/2014
4534. Qoute # 6 9/30/2014
4535. Attributes 9/30/2014
4536. Of Life Is Change 10/1/2014
4537. Yellow Light Turns Green 10/1/2014
4538. The Road That Leads To There 10/1/2014
4539. The Many Worlds Of Multiverses 10/2/2014
4540. The God Particle 10/2/2014
4541. How To Some It Tastes 10/2/2014
4542. Is It Racism 9/10/2014
4543. Crimson Lips Were Never Meant To Taste Like This 10/3/2014
4544. Objective Literature 10/4/2014
4545. Of God's And Men 10/4/2014
4546. Throbbing It Throbs 10/8/2014
4547. Writing Through Life Made Mine Short 10/9/2014
4548. Snap Dragons 10/10/2014
4549. To The Blind Their Dreaming 10/11/2014
4550. Belonging To Ms. Cherry 10/11/2014
4551. Wistfully I Wished 10/12/2014
4552. Leather Glove's 10/12/2014
4553. The Girl That Looks Like Me 10/12/2014
4554. If Not In This World Then The Next 10/6/2014
4555. The C.I.A. And Think Tanks 10/6/2014
4556. Stone Flower Gray 10/6/2014
4557. Burried In A Spot By My Head 10/7/2014
4558. Florida, Death, My Daughter And Me 10/8/2014
4559. By Her Own Emissions 10/13/2014
4560. Lies Hold Truths That Aren'T 10/13/2014

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..

Face Of The Poor *

Of all our children.
Dirt scuffed face America has some.
Late night Sally Struthers infomercial.
Compassion of the old in their time of need.
Helping in the wide open homeless shelter.
Bread from their mouths for the young.
Picture the views.
You helped to make.
Words stir the pot of no news.

[Report Error]