James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

441. Last Bottle Of Wine On Earth 3/21/2009
442. If I Am But Your Coin...Why..Spend Me 3/21/2009
443. Rocks Used To Bounce Off My Head To 3/21/2009
444. Back To What Got Me Here 3/21/2009
445. Understanding Folding Lines 3/21/2009
446. Catching Souls Before They Sleep 3/21/2009
447. My Soul Is As Dust 3/21/2009
448. After The Deed Is Done 3/21/2009
449. Sliding Off My Mind I'M In White Air 3/24/2009
450. When You Get This.....Letter Of Love..An Audience 3/24/2009
451. Try To Understand A Little More Than That 3/24/2009
452. Edgar Rice Burroughs 3/24/2009
453. Ghetto Fare 3/25/2009
454. Farting Cartoons 3/25/2009
455. I Cannot Unmake You Make Me 3/25/2009
456. Lost Monsoon's Song 3/25/2009
457. Clouds Across Moons Face 3/25/2009
458. I Breath Your Passing Wind 3/25/2009
459. Try To Understand A Little More Than That Today 3/25/2009
460. Moon Hiding 3/25/2009
461. You Said We Could Live On Grass 3/25/2009
462. Walking Lonely Miles 3/25/2009
463. Twisted Sister 3/25/2009
464. Psychotheraputic Alisitcalim 3/25/2009
465. I Wash My Feet To..(..Well Sometimes...Every Time When You Are Around..( 3/26/2009
466. Monsoon's Tears 3/26/2009
467. I Gave The Elephant Back The Peanut She Gave Me..Dropping It The Elephant Looked At Me 3/26/2009
468. Hide My Worth 3/26/2009
469. Conscience Dictates 3/26/2009
470. Come 3/26/2009
471. That Was To Quick 3/26/2009
472. Shopping For Me 3/26/2009
473. I Sleep To Happily 3/27/2009
474. I Lost My Gun In An Unauthorized Holster 3/27/2009
475. Moon Berift 3/27/2009
476. It Is..A....Casual Observer 3/27/2009
477. Touching My Gun 3/27/2009
478. I Gave The Elephant Back Two Peanuts She Gave Me..Dropping It The Elephant Looked At Me...And Said 3/27/2009
479. Poo Shine 3/27/2009
480. Poo Secrets 3/27/2009

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.

loving ...

Read the full of She Is Afraid, He Is Tired..

C*taking Turns *

Short of wind your breath belies
the dragging of your heal in
dust we trust.

Sweat dried sand to face
scoured fresh blush the
wind has made
to know.

Wind lifts my arms to take
from you this gift is
precious so.

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