James McLain

Gold Star - 41,704 Points [is It poetry] (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

James McLain Poems

4841. Hate Is Not Our All 12/4/2015
4842. Her Cat Is More Than Fur 12/6/2015
4843. Imposing Christian Value's On Muslim's 12/8/2015
4844. Fear Inc. 12/8/2015
4845. Immigration And Bacon 12/10/2015
4846. Arousing Look's 12/14/2015
4847. The Rod Of God 12/15/2015
4848. God Just Doesn't Have The Time 12/18/2015
4849. Your Mother And Father, Your Grandparents And I 12/18/2015
4850. Why We Need Time 12/19/2015
4851. My Lady Love's Her Mister 12/20/2015
4852. Are We Just Construct's In Some Child's Quantum Computer 12/20/2015
4853. I Hate Being Touched By My Daddy 12/20/2015
4854. Why Am I To Young To Be A Lesbian 12/21/2015
4855. I'm Going To Do It Soon 12/21/2015
4856. I Have An Imaginary Lover 12/21/2015
4857. The Life I Never Asked For 12/21/2015
4858. I Wish Sometimes, I Wasn't Me 12/21/2015
4859. Look Another's Day Has Come 12/22/2015
4860. Racism Is Geography 12/22/2015
4861. Black And White 12/22/2015
4862. Should I Hate My Dad 12/22/2015
4863. Here In Florida Is The Fear That Corrupted Republican's Have Invoked 12/26/2015
4864. The Kingdom Of Knowledge 12/26/2015
4865. Jehovah's Witnessed 12/26/2015
4866. Probation In Florida 12/27/2015
4867. When You Are Not Guilty But Really Aren't 12/27/2015
4868. Oink'ka Doodle Do 12/28/2015
4869. Putting Lead In America's Drinking Water 1/10/2016
4870. Rhino Alert, It's For You 1/11/2016
4871. Blessed Are They 1/11/2016
4872. The First Trial - Before Thing's Went Wrong 1/11/2016
4873. Have I Become The Consciousness Objector 1/11/2016
4874. Overturning A False Conviction In Florida 1/12/2016
4875. What Is A Prophet 1/13/2016
4876. L Hear Freedom Groan 1/13/2016
4877. What If Reality Changed What It Effected 1/15/2016
4878. Clammy And Spent, Death Has Climbed Off Me 1/15/2016
4879. Daffodils Ll 1/19/2016
4880. Pain Is Colored Emotion On The Wall 1/20/2016

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..

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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