James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

4641. The Mask We Wear 1/27/2015
4642. Made Electric By The Moon 1/30/2015
4643. How To Create A Terrorist 2/6/2015
4644. Two Religions That Won'T Go Away 3/13/2015
4645. Time Is Now When You Then 3/17/2015
4646. Terror And U.S. 3/18/2015
4647. Some Body Waits On Me 3/27/2015
4648. A Florida Lizard 3/29/2015
4649. Mens Rea 3/31/2015
4650. Southern Hate And Racism 4/10/2015
4651. Political Democrats 4/13/2015
4652. It's Only Murder If It's Caught On Vedio Cameras 4/13/2015
4653. Bitten 4/18/2015
4654. On Sinceless Deaths And The Blue Collar Killings 4/20/2015
4655. These Are The Woods 4/21/2015
4656. Sexual Hyperactivity 4/21/2015
4657. The Purge Of Baltimore 4/27/2015
4658. When Night Fall Comes 4/27/2015
4659. Police Officer's Are Allowed To Lie Under Oath 5/5/2015
4660. Wealth And Poverty 5/5/2015
4661. Now That I Am Old 5/5/2015
4662. Black Or White 5/8/2015
4663. Waiting To Die I Have Talked To The Dead 5/9/2015
4664. She Could Tell Such Good Lies 5/11/2015
4665. Job Security And Isis 5/12/2015
4666. How To Qualify Americans For Gun Owner Ship 5/14/2015
4667. My Eyes 5/15/2015
4668. Death Is Perhaps When It Comes 5/15/2015
4669. Complex Grief Disorder 5/18/2015
4670. Why The Extraterrestrials Have Given Up On Us 5/19/2015
4671. Children Made From Guilt That You Cut Down 5/21/2015
4672. Summer In The South 5/21/2015
4673. My Mouth And Tongue Was Never Meant For This 5/21/2015
4674. Four Seasons 5/22/2015
4675. My Vist From The Asylum 5/25/2015
4676. The Tree (Haiku) 5/27/2015
4677. Honey Hill Road 5/28/2015
4678. Warm Morning Mist 5/29/2015
4679. I Am Yours 5/29/2015
4680. Ted Cruz And Social Security - Republican 6/5/2015

Comments about James McLain

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

    Agree with your thoughts.

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  • 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.

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