James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

4801. Rest Not In Sleep 9/4/2011
4802. A Great Loneliness 9/4/2011
4803. Paid Members Only 9/5/2011
4804. Epitaph 9/5/2011
4805. Gay Girl Friends And Questions 9/5/2011
4806. Ballooning 9/5/2011
4807. Dearest Betterheart 9/5/2011
4808. Teen Pressure 9/5/2011
4809. Fruit Of Love 9/6/2011
4810. Net Ten Phone 9/6/2011
4811. Life As A Plowman 9/6/2011
4812. Nigga Pleaz 9/6/2011
4813. Raccoon Eye 9/6/2011
4814. Words 9/6/2011
4815. Burst Your Face, Did He 9/7/2011
4816. Alibi A Happy Song Of Despair 9/7/2011
4817. One Girl And Her First Time 9/8/2011
4818. Green House Gasses 9/8/2011
4819. Stead Of Living Iron 9/10/2011
4820. Childhood Ride 9/11/2011
4821. Indispensable Woman 9/12/2011
4822. Hungry Full Moons 9/12/2011
4823. A Ring When It Stretches 9/12/2011
4824. Tretchery 9/12/2011
4825. All Alone At The Top A Mountain 9/12/2011
4826. There Are None Standing 9/13/2011
4827. With Her I Came 9/13/2011
4828. Open Wings 9/14/2011
4829. A Song Of Eternity 9/14/2011
4830. In Time 9/14/2011
4831. Tomorrow Is Gone Perhaps 9/14/2011
4832. Girls Woman Men Condoms 9/14/2011
4833. Delicious Person 9/15/2011
4834. Flies And Dead Bodies 9/15/2011
4835. Rate Your Boy Friend 9/15/2011
4836. But I Am Not That Different 9/10/2011
4837. This Nation Of Ours 9/9/2011
4838. Forget The Heart Aim For The Eye 9/9/2011
4839. Beyond Soft Rain 9/9/2011
4840. Perineal Massage 8/31/2011

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..

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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