James McLain

Gold Star - 41,683 Points [is It poetry] (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

James McLain Poems

4761. Some Of What Goes On Currently In Florida Prisons 9/2/2015
4762. Those That Are Out Of Touch With Reality 9/2/2015
4763. Creating A Comment 9/2/2015
4764. Green Light, Then It Races On 9/2/2015
4765. Precognition 9/2/2015
4766. I Don'T Want To Die Like Other Poet's 9/3/2015
4767. Waiting For The Rain (Haiku) 9/3/2015
4768. Behind The Green Bush Where I Wait 9/3/2015
4769. Kentucky Clerk And Homosexual Marriage 9/4/2015
4770. Loving Cats 9/4/2015
4771. Laws That Are Just, What Are They 9/5/2015
4772. Commercial Jingles 9/5/2015
4773. Two Tree's (Haiku) 9/5/2015
4774. Eugenics 9/6/2015
4775. The Crying Stops (Haiku) 9/6/2015
4776. I'Ve Tried To Touch You 9/7/2015
4777. Using A Public Platform To Preach 9/7/2015
4778. Business You Mind Thats Not Mine 8/10/2015
4779. What Is Death 8/11/2015
4780. The State Of Florida And Local Corruption 8/11/2015
4781. Her Hunger For More Seed 8/11/2015
4782. Voiceless Out Side Your Body 8/12/2015
4783. Calling The Kettle Black 8/12/2015
4784. My Room Mate And His Crack Problem 8/12/2015
4785. Women And The Big Lie 8/13/2015
4786. Men And The Big Lie 8/13/2015
4787. Children That Won'T Become Self Sufficient 8/14/2015
4788. No On Can Make You 8/14/2015
4789. Good Girls Loved To Be Kissed There 8/14/2015
4790. Love When Young It Is Real 8/14/2015
4791. For Every Star In The Sky That Twinkles 8/14/2015
4792. Why In Florida All H.M.O's Should Be Non Profit 8/14/2015
4793. It Was Mary Who Did It The Most 8/14/2015
4794. Social Net Warning 8/15/2015
4795. How Do People Of High Or Low Intelligence Think 8/15/2015
4796. To Walk In The Park Is To Walk In The Dark 8/15/2015
4797. Amarillo's In The Spring 8/15/2015
4798. Iraq 8/16/2015
4799. Some Can Go There With Out Dying 9/8/2015
4800. Syrians And Their Mad Rush To Live 9/9/2015

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.

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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