James McLain

Gold Star - 41,631 Points [is It poetry] (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

James McLain Poems

4641. Kissed By Lips 7/11/2011
4642. The Trot Ts 11/9/2009
4643. Poets Of The Many 7/11/2011
4644. Day Of Fire And Sun 7/9/2011
4645. It Can Decide The World 7/9/2011
4646. In Kisses, I Answered 7/12/2011
4647. The Poet Has All Their Life For You Done 7/12/2011
4648. Thoughts Beneath So Light But Firm 7/8/2011
4649. Believe And Believing 7/13/2011
4650. Emerald Eyes 11/17/2009
4651. Nine Ducks 7/14/2011
4652. Dream Variations 7/13/2011
4653. In The World 7/8/2011
4654. I Stand At The Gate 7/14/2011
4655. The Sound Of Trees 7/14/2011
4656. Hero 7/14/2011
4657. The Traveler 7/14/2011
4658. The Jealous Wife 7/15/2011
4659. Hand In Hand 7/15/2011
4660. Sex Under A Vacant House 7/15/2011
4661. Silent 7/16/2011
4662. The Hairy Eye 7/15/2011
4663. A Secret Truth 7/16/2011
4664. The Wind 7/16/2011
4665. Did You Ever Know 7/17/2011
4666. I Died For Beauty 7/13/2011
4667. My Fancy 7/17/2011
4668. Democrat Children 7/19/2011
4669. Moon Is To Full, So I Go 7/19/2011
4670. She Wears Black Like Me 7/6/2011
4671. Republican Rhapsody 7/20/2011
4672. Woman On The Corner 7/21/2011
4673. Scattering Of Tall Trees 7/21/2011
4674. In The Forest >2 7/21/2011
4675. The Sky And Venus 7/21/2011
4676. In The Forest 7/22/2011
4677. Youth Dressed In Gray 7/23/2011
4678. In The Forest-1 7/20/2011
4679. Portrait Of A Lady 7/20/2011
4680. Creation Of Music 7/23/2011

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..

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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