James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

5041. Insanity Done One Hundred Different Ways 9/6/2016
5042. Florida Has Failed It's Foster Care Children 9/8/2016
5043. My Ex - Wife, Wet Brain And (Ard) Alcohol - Related Dementia 9/12/2016
5044. ......... So Rash And Fresh A Grave 9/12/2016
5045. Going Blind 9/12/2016
5046. Breaking Bad 9/13/2016
5047. Longevity Is Their New Weapon 9/15/2016
5048. How To Protect Yourself… And Your Family … From Florida's D.C.F 9/15/2016
5049. I Am Finally Lost 9/16/2016
5050. Death After Life 9/20/2016
5051. The Making Of A Beast 9/29/2016
5052. I Can't Get Over Her Even Though I Know She Isn't The One 9/30/2016
5053. Where Is My Mind 9/30/2016
5054. Multiverses 10/1/2016
5055. Your Babies Are Born Racist And You Raised Them Like That 10/2/2016
5056. As Death Named Mathew Lumber's Our Way 10/6/2016
5057. Politics Art And Graffiti 10/18/2016
5058. She Gasped When Stretched Full Out 10/19/2016
5059. Crossing The Water At Night 10/21/2016
5060. Impatience 10/22/2016
5061. Dr. Henry Kissinger Speaks On Depopulating The World 10/22/2016
5062. I Was Once Yours 10/23/2016
5063. Dark Love 10/23/2016
5064. Innocence Walked Hand In Hand 10/23/2016
5065. God Leaves After Birth 10/23/2016
5066. Heaven Fall's Against My Naked Soul 10/23/2016
5067. I Followed Love 10/23/2016
5068. Why Do People Come Here To Preach 10/23/2016
5069. Once Like You I Was A Catholic, Then A Baptist, Then A Lutheran 10/23/2016
5070. Candy 10/24/2016
5071. The Women Most Will Never Be 10/24/2016
5072. Sunbeams Slant Between The Tree's 10/26/2016
5073. ............... Caroline I'm So, So, Sorry It's Happened Again 10/27/2016
5074. Lalitha Iyer 11/1/2016
5075. The Civilized World 11/2/2016
5076. Does The First Time Always Hurt 11/2/2016
5077. Black Abyss Of Righteous Hatred 11/2/2016
5078. Behind The Mask Of Angry Sex 11/3/2016
5079. Soft Rain Again Must Come 11/3/2016
5080. Ignorance Is The Final Test 11/4/2016

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.

Loves,
loving ...

Read the full of She Is Afraid, He Is Tired..

Face Of The Poor *

Of all our children.
Dirt scuffed face America has some.
Late night Sally Struthers infomercial.
Compassion of the old in their time of need.
Helping in the wide open homeless shelter.
Bread from their mouths for the young.
Picture the views.
You helped to make.
Words stir the pot of no news.

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