James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

5081. It's What She Felt But I Could Never Know 11/4/2016
5082. Vanilla Blackberries Smoked 11/4/2016
5083. I Float Above The Ground 11/4/2016
5084. If I Survive - Haiku 11/4/2016
5085. My First Kiss That Lingered On With A Smile 11/5/2016
5086. The Shore Of The Sea Smelled Of Me 11/5/2016
5087. She Could Daily Show My Love 11/5/2016
5088. Politicians Now Help The Poor To Shorten Their Lives 11/5/2016
5089. Copies Of You That Are Different From Me 11/6/2016
5090. Forgotten It Will Be 11/6/2016
5091. Never Did You Know 11/6/2016
5092. Tonight 11/6/2016
5093. Understanding Me 11/7/2016
5094. Genius Sometimes Has To Hide 11/7/2016
5095. Debt 11/7/2016
5096. The Tide Tonight And Me 11/7/2016
5097. Your Body Belongs To Me 11/7/2016
5098. Before Love Fades 11/7/2016
5099. Vengeance For Her Past July's 11/8/2016
5100. What Of This Child If Poor 11/8/2016
5101. House Of Dream's 11/8/2016
5102. Love And Death 11/8/2016
5103. Barter After Love 11/9/2016
5104. Those Other Dangerous People - Mostly Republican's 8/10/2015
5105. Should A Lady Love Her Mister 8/10/2015
5106. Venezuela 6/22/2016
5107. The Sun On My Flesh Makes Me Swell 6/23/2016
5108. The Bubbles Of Life Are Green 6/25/2016
5109. She Is Afraid He Is Tired 6/29/2016
5110. One American Material Girl 6/30/2016
5111. If Jesus Were Alive He Would Have Worn A Pink Swastika 6/30/2016
5112. Teen-Agers With Their Shame And Lack Of Coping Mechanisms 10/7/2016
5113. Why Do You Waste Your Life On Religion 10/7/2016
5114. My Narcissist Mother And How I Became One 10/7/2016
5115. Should Trump Be On The Sex Offender Registry 10/8/2016
5116. Bukowski Drunk, Farts That Are Wet 10/8/2016
5117. The Alley Of Drugs, Death And Sex 10/8/2016
5118. Childhood Trauma 10/9/2016
5119. Judges Have Suffered This Fool If Not Gladly 10/9/2016
5120. The Shaking 10/10/2016

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..

Selflessness

More of that from me you've had than I and
Discerned of mind, no more to me by you is said.

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