James McLain

Gold Star - 41,688 Points [is It poetry] (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

James McLain Poems

481. I_Am_A_Simple_Man__I_Am_A_Man____ 3/27/2009
482. Moon Daughters Heart 3/27/2009
483. Hand Of Hand 3/27/2009
484. Moon Friend Dances 3/28/2009
485. I Forgot Shame 3/28/2009
486. Leaving, I Graze Down 3/28/2009
487. Moon Wept For Me 3/28/2009
488. Moon Hides 3/28/2009
489. It Is Lost It Is 3/28/2009
490. Moon Beat 3/28/2009
491. Moon Dies 3/28/2009
492. Give It Up 3/28/2009
493. Pugbug 3/28/2009
494. One Of Three Times Three Squared By Three I Am Just One 3/28/2009
495. Moons Love 3/28/2009
496. Consumed To Much Dead Cow 3/28/2009
497. First Impressions..) Thirteen Polititions Feel They(...... 3/28/2009
498. Stir That Pot 3/28/2009
499. You Are 3/28/2009
500. Is It Force Of Poetry It Is 3/29/2009
501. It Is You Talking About Me 3/29/2009
502. Is It That Complicated Yet It Is 3/29/2009
503. Within A Dropp Of Water 3/29/2009
504. We Are Stuck Front To Front 3/29/2009
505. Dawns Dusk 3/29/2009
506. O Cloud 3/30/2009
507. A) It(Just Ain'T Natural) Stimulus(..Is) It( 3/30/2009
508. Rectalectimistisism 3/30/2009
509. It Is Only Myself 3/30/2009
510. Breath Shivers 3/30/2009
511. Mitochondrial Permutations 3/30/2009
512. Rain Cries 3/30/2009
513. Confusion In Mind Laid To Still 3/30/2009
514. Pecavista 3/30/2009
515. A Letter From You...) |( 3/30/2009
516. Simply Simple 3/30/2009
517. Juggernaut 3/30/2009
518. Dead Sleep 3/30/2009
519. Sometimes When She Writes 3/30/2009
520. It Is That I Am For She 3/30/2009

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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