James McLain

Gold Star - 40,958 Points [is It poetry] (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

James McLain Poems

4881. Tampa Florida, A Small Conversation About Sex Offenders 1/8/2016
4882. Putting Lead In America's Drinking Water 1/10/2016
4883. Rhino Alert, It's For You 1/11/2016
4884. Blessed Are They 1/11/2016
4885. The First Trial - Before Thing's Went Wrong 1/11/2016
4886. Have I Become The Consciousness Objector 1/11/2016
4887. Overturning A False Conviction In Florida 1/12/2016
4888. What Is A Prophet 1/13/2016
4889. L Hear Freedom Groan 1/13/2016
4890. What If Reality Changed What It Effected 1/15/2016
4891. Clammy And Spent, Death Has Climbed Off Me 1/15/2016
4892. Daffodils Ll 1/19/2016
4893. Pain Is Colored Emotion On The Wall 1/20/2016
4894. Movements Of The Kiss 4/13/2016
4895. The Trumpets Blast And It's Low Sound 4/16/2016
4896. For One Lonely Child 4/23/2016
4897. You Are Here To Be Eaten By Them 4/25/2016
4898. The Camera Spy App 4/26/2016
4899. My Psychiatrist And Latuda 4/28/2016
4900. The Place That Never Was 4/29/2016
4901. Teenage Girls In Love 5/2/2016
4902. Why Do Gay Boy's Do It Better Than Straight Girls 5/5/2016
4903. A Personal Observation 5/7/2016
4904. Living Up To The Dead Poet's Expectations 5/7/2016
4905. Oblivion 5/7/2016
4906. Capitalism And The Ghetto 5/8/2016
4907. Politicians, What Are They Thinking 5/9/2016
4908. Behind Every Bush There's A Tree 5/10/2016
4909. Rape Is Ugly And Violent 5/10/2016
4910. Of Such My Life Once Was 5/11/2016
4911. Do You Hate Muslims Because Of This 5/11/2016
4912. Texting And Driving 5/12/2016
4913. The Smell Of Old Detroit 5/12/2016
4914. Alone In The Moment I 5/12/2016
4915. Mother I Am Red Wet Moist Warm And Juicy 5/13/2016
4916. Rubber Bullets 5/13/2016
4917. In America A Prison In Georgia 5/13/2016
4918. Living In Ignorance About Religion 5/13/2016
4919. About Your God's 5/13/2016
4920. America's Aged And Infirm 5/13/2016

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..

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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