James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

4721. Salt Water On Her Skin 7/26/2015
4722. Disire 7/27/2015
4723. Sailers Reaching Port 7/27/2015
4724. A Noisy Girl No More 7/28/2015
4725. Vocal Fry 7/31/2015
4726. About You Selling Out 7/31/2015
4727. Why It Barley Works Any More 8/2/2015
4728. Juicy And Whet All Inside 8/2/2015
4729. Kentucky - Kenton County Deputy Sheriff Hurting Two Children 8/4/2015
4730. Filling Empty Vessels 8/5/2015
4731. Law Enforcements View Of You 8/5/2015
4732. Institutions Of Higher Learning In America 8/5/2015
4733. It Was A Hot Humid Moist August Morning 8/5/2015
4734. Love Of Life - Life Of Love 8/6/2015
4735. Children At Brith That Were Different 8/8/2015
4736. The Republican Answer To Over Population 8/8/2015
4737. Minds That Could Never Evolve 8/8/2015
4738. Republicans And Global Warming 8/8/2015
4739. Modern Era Issues 8/9/2015
4740. My Fellow American's 8/9/2015
4741. She Would Need Both Her Hands 8/9/2015
4742. Two Religions That Won'T Go Away 3/13/2015
4743. Time Is Now When You Then 3/17/2015
4744. Terror And U.S. 3/18/2015
4745. Those Other Dangerous People - Mostly Republican's 8/10/2015
4746. Should A Lady Love Her Mister 8/10/2015
4747. Business You Mind Thats Not Mine 8/10/2015
4748. What Is Death 8/11/2015
4749. The State Of Florida And Local Corruption 8/11/2015
4750. Her Hunger For More Seed 8/11/2015
4751. Voiceless Out Side Your Body 8/12/2015
4752. Calling The Kettle Black 8/12/2015
4753. My Room Mate And His Crack Problem 8/12/2015
4754. Women And The Big Lie 8/13/2015
4755. Men And The Big Lie 8/13/2015
4756. Children That Won'T Become Self Sufficient 8/14/2015
4757. No On Can Make You 8/14/2015
4758. Good Girls Loved To Be Kissed There 8/14/2015
4759. Love When Young It Is Real 8/14/2015
4760. For Every Star In The Sky That Twinkles 8/14/2015

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..

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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