James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

4801. Behind The Green Bush Where I Wait 9/3/2015
4802. Kentucky Clerk And Homosexual Marriage 9/4/2015
4803. Loving Cats 9/4/2015
4804. Laws That Are Just, What Are They 9/5/2015
4805. Commercial Jingles 9/5/2015
4806. Two Tree's (Haiku) 9/5/2015
4807. Eugenics 9/6/2015
4808. The Crying Stops (Haiku) 9/6/2015
4809. I'Ve Tried To Touch You 9/7/2015
4810. Using A Public Platform To Preach 9/7/2015
4811. Some Can Go There With Out Dying 9/8/2015
4812. Syrians And Their Mad Rush To Live 9/9/2015
4813. Covering, Her Face 9/9/2015
4814. Immortality 9/9/2015
4815. Because It Snowed Once, Is It Love 9/10/2015
4816. A Sun So Hot 9/10/2015
4817. Rain Drops 9/14/2015
4818. Insult Comedy 9/19/2015
4819. Adulterous 9/19/2015
4820. She Now Knows He Is Tired 9/24/2015
4821. Politician's And The Use Of Psychology On You 9/27/2015
4822. Crooked And Bent Yet Straight 9/29/2015
4823. Mental Illness Death And Murder 10/1/2015
4824. More Will The Wind Must It Find 10/1/2015
4825. Gun Death's (A Tribute To The Fallen) 10/2/2015
4826. More Than One Sixth Of U.S. Here Are Mentally Ill 10/4/2015
4827. Unable To Think Things Out 10/9/2015
4828. Onward Men Of Faith 10/20/2015
4829. The Queen Of Poet's 10/23/2015
4830. Sad Transparent Eyes 10/25/2015
4831. Lippy Girls 10/29/2015
4832. What I Think When I Dream 10/29/2015
4833. Death Has The Most To Gain 11/3/2015
4834. On These Far Shores 11/16/2015
4835. Her Baby's Arm Holds A Red Apple 11/16/2015
4836. Suicide Is Hard To Stop 11/16/2015
4837. Why I.S.I.S. Might Win The War On Terrorism 11/16/2015
4838. Yes To Syrian Refugees 11/17/2015
4839. Men Love War And It's Hate 11/18/2015
4840. Two Teenage Girls Talking 11/28/2015

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.

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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