James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

5121. One American Material Girl 6/30/2016
5122. If Jesus Were Alive He Would Have Worn A Pink Swastika 6/30/2016
5123. ............. Poet's Who've Committed Suicide 11/9/2016
5124. Writing And Never Reading 11/9/2016
5125. Dearest Poem Hunter Poet's 11/9/2016
5126. Longing In The Night 11/9/2016
5127. There Is No One Home But Her 11/9/2016
5128. Because At Midnight Other People Come 11/10/2016
5129. Bourne Of Grace 11/10/2016
5130. To The Mystery Of The Women That She Is 11/10/2016
5131. Advice To The Next Generation Of American's Who Will Have To Serve Time In Prison 11/11/2016
5132. Fault Enough 11/11/2016
5133. In The End I Thought Of You 11/11/2016
5134. After Dream's The Moment Is 11/11/2016
5135. Hurry And Come Dear, But Not To Me 11/11/2016
5136. Gone The Sea I Miss It's Love 11/12/2016
5137. Those Cold November Night's 11/12/2016
5138. Lillie's Wet Upon The Water's Lie 11/12/2016
5139. Love Will Not Change 11/12/2016
5140. ........... El Amor No Cambiará 11/12/2016
5141. Her First Furry Friend 12/29/2015
5142. Longing I Longed For You 11/12/2016
5143. After I Have Parted Her Two Lip's 11/13/2016
5144. To A Poet That's Near Death 11/13/2016
5145. No New Rules For Damaged Mind's 11/13/2016
5146. Even The Light's Are Cold 11/13/2016
5147. Awake Inside Your Dream's 11/14/2016
5148. Jewel's 11/14/2016
5149. The Tides Moved In And Out 11/17/2016
5150. Daddy Cut Me See 11/18/2016
5151. The Rat Trap Just Went Off 11/18/2016
5152. Women Poet's 11/18/2016
5153. Come Dear, Come To Me 11/18/2016
5154. Why Do Stupid Poor People Keep Having Babies 11/18/2016
5155. When Cowardly People Ride The Fence 11/18/2016
5156. Alone Without Your Face 11/18/2016
5157. Nine Inches From Your Hand 11/18/2016
5158. When Coward's Die Then Leader's Rise 11/18/2016
5159. My Very, Very First..'emo'.... Serial Killer 11/18/2016
5160. The Hole I Could Not Fill 11/19/2016

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.

Loves,
loving ...

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

Lid To My Box *

Round beveled square to a frame
bearing hues fading of dreams
maker in such crafted long ago
for whom but a guess many
names but few for the
wearer of the seal meant for me
not for you.

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