James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

441. Love When Young It Is Real 8/14/2015
442. For Every Star In The Sky That Twinkles 8/14/2015
443. Why In Florida All H.M.O's Should Be Non Profit 8/14/2015
444. It Was Mary Who Did It The Most 8/14/2015
445. Social Net Warning 8/15/2015
446. How Do People Of High Or Low Intelligence Think 8/15/2015
447. To Walk In The Park Is To Walk In The Dark 8/15/2015
448. Amarillo's In The Spring 8/15/2015
449. Iraq 8/16/2015
450. From One Animal To Another 8/16/2015
451. Are They Dicking You Down 8/16/2015
452. The Unknown Gardeness 8/17/2015
453. It Was White As Snow 8/17/2015
454. Republican's And Your Disability Benefits 8/18/2015
455. When Your Living In America But Your Not 8/18/2015
456. I Believe In Second Chances But Republican's Don'T 8/18/2015
457. Recollections 8/18/2015
458. Blank Faces 8/18/2015
459. How Deep Is Your Love 8/19/2015
460. To See The Light Go Out In One's Eye's 8/20/2015
461. No One's Life Matters But Theirs 8/20/2015
462. Parting Your Flesh 8/20/2015
463. A Doctor Being President? 8/20/2015
464. When With Impunity You Kill People 8/21/2015
465. America And Why In Part It Is Broken 8/21/2015
466. Anchor Babies-Not In Love Were Some Made 8/21/2015
467. Jeb Bush Isn'T Poetry 8/21/2015
468. Destruction Of National Treasures 8/25/2015
469. Stranger God's We'Ve Known 8/26/2015
470. Today He Killed The Media 8/26/2015
471. Lost A Letter Of Love From Another 8/26/2015
472. Pain With Out Pleasure 8/27/2015
473. Each Day When I Step Out Of My Self 8/27/2015
474. To Soon Was My Bad Luck 8/28/2015
475. As I Slept Deep In Sleep Beside You 8/31/2015
476. The War Between Them And U.S. 9/1/2015
477. Some Of What Goes On Currently In Florida Prisons 9/2/2015
478. Those That Are Out Of Touch With Reality 9/2/2015
479. Creating A Comment 9/2/2015
480. Green Light, Then It Races On 9/2/2015

Comments about James McLain

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

    Agree with your thoughts.

    28 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..

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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