James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

4761. Why In Florida All H.M.O's Should Be Non Profit 8/14/2015
4762. It Was Mary Who Did It The Most 8/14/2015
4763. Social Net Warning 8/15/2015
4764. How Do People Of High Or Low Intelligence Think 8/15/2015
4765. To Walk In The Park Is To Walk In The Dark 8/15/2015
4766. Amarillo's In The Spring 8/15/2015
4767. Iraq 8/16/2015
4768. From One Animal To Another 8/16/2015
4769. Are They Dicking You Down 8/16/2015
4770. The Unknown Gardeness 8/17/2015
4771. It Was White As Snow 8/17/2015
4772. Republican's And Your Disability Benefits 8/18/2015
4773. When Your Living In America But Your Not 8/18/2015
4774. I Believe In Second Chances But Republican's Don'T 8/18/2015
4775. Recollections 8/18/2015
4776. Blank Faces 8/18/2015
4777. How Deep Is Your Love 8/19/2015
4778. To See The Light Go Out In One's Eye's 8/20/2015
4779. No One's Life Matters But Theirs 8/20/2015
4780. Parting Your Flesh 8/20/2015
4781. A Doctor Being President? 8/20/2015
4782. When With Impunity You Kill People 8/21/2015
4783. America And Why In Part It Is Broken 8/21/2015
4784. Anchor Babies-Not In Love Were Some Made 8/21/2015
4785. Jeb Bush Isn'T Poetry 8/21/2015
4786. Destruction Of National Treasures 8/25/2015
4787. Stranger God's We'Ve Known 8/26/2015
4788. Today He Killed The Media 8/26/2015
4789. Lost A Letter Of Love From Another 8/26/2015
4790. Pain With Out Pleasure 8/27/2015
4791. Each Day When I Step Out Of My Self 8/27/2015
4792. To Soon Was My Bad Luck 8/28/2015
4793. As I Slept Deep In Sleep Beside You 8/31/2015
4794. The War Between Them And U.S. 9/1/2015
4795. Some Of What Goes On Currently In Florida Prisons 9/2/2015
4796. Those That Are Out Of Touch With Reality 9/2/2015
4797. Creating A Comment 9/2/2015
4798. Green Light, Then It Races On 9/2/2015
4799. Precognition 9/2/2015
4800. I Don'T Want To Die Like Other Poet's 9/3/2015

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..

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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