James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

4601. My Once Clean Dream 11/11/2014
4602. A Butterfly At Noon 11/11/2014
4603. Demons 11/12/2014
4604. Dying A Useless Death 11/12/2014
4605. Time 11/13/2014
4606. The Kiss The Ghost The Giver 11/13/2014
4607. A Sonnet With Out Care 11/14/2014
4608. After Parting Her Two Leaves 11/14/2014
4609. No One Ever Ask Me 11/14/2014
4610. Explained The Mystery 11/16/2014
4611. The Gand Jury In Ferguson Has 11/17/2014
4612. Set Against The Sky 11/17/2014
4613. Prostitutes And Obscenity 11/18/2014
4614. Elegy To The Class Room 11/19/2014
4615. ........ Modern Poetry 11/16/2014
4616. Child Abuse No Fine Line 11/19/2014
4617. Gentle Night The Wick Has Burned 11/23/2014
4618. ............. Electric Lights 11/23/2014
4619. God And Most Young People 11/24/2014
4620. Officer Wilson And Ferguson 11/24/2014
4621. Useless Poets 11/24/2014
4622. Genetic Predisposition Towords Violence 11/24/2014
4623. Your Lips Your Hands Your Mouth I Miss The Most 11/25/2014
4624. Ferguson Grand Jury 11/26/2014
4625. Thanksgiving 11/27/2014
4626. Self Promotion 11/27/2014
4627. Televisions Explosion Of White Trash 11/27/2014
4628. Change In The Air 11/26/2014
4629. Gun Propaganda 11/26/2014
4630. The Politics Of Fear In America 12/2/2014
4631. Shining Off The Sea 12/4/2014
4632. Those Armies In Our Land 12/5/2014
4633. Cosby Bill 12/10/2014
4634. Intelligence Defined 12/11/2014
4635. Under The Red Full Moon 12/14/2014
4636. I Like My Lips Against Yours 12/17/2014
4637. My Love Was Hard 12/18/2014
4638. Lucid Awake Changing Dreams 12/20/2014
4639. Midnight Poem 12/21/2014
4640. The Power In Her Hands 12/23/2014

Comments about James McLain

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

    Agree with your thoughts.

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    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..

Lid To My Box *

Round beveled square to a frame
bearing hues fading of dreams
maker in such crafted long ago
for whom but a guess many
names but few for the
wearer of the seal meant for me
not for you.

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