James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

5241. Longing I Longed For You 11/12/2016
5242. After I Have Parted Her Two Lip's 11/13/2016
5243. The Bible The Koran And The Torah 12/5/2016
5244. Oakland's Ghost Ship Warehouse Fire 12/6/2016
5245. Left Over Love I Must Bare 12/19/2016
5246. One Tongue Made Of Flesh 12/20/2016
5247. His Lady With Her Mister 12/20/2016
5248. Right Before The False Dawn 12/20/2016
5249. Surviving The Purge 12/21/2016
5250. It's Never The Voice You Hear 12/22/2016
5251. I Could See She Slept In Snow 12/22/2016
5252. 🌈🌈 Manipulative Narcissists 🌈🌈 12/22/2016
5253. Dream Creation And Sexual Confusion 12/22/2016
5254. The Antagonist 12/22/2016
5255. Before I Leave And My Light Fades Out 12/23/2016
5256. Sucking Noises That Are Loud 12/23/2016
5257. Sycophants 12/23/2016
5258. Washing Both Holes Out 12/23/2016
5259. One Green Latex Glove 12/24/2016
5260. 🌈 Soon I Must Submit 🌈 12/24/2016
5261. The Sentence Without A Period 12/24/2016
5262. It Wasn't I Who Filled All Those Holes 12/24/2016
5263. One Language That All Understand 12/25/2016
5264. Come To Bed Dear 12/25/2016
5265. 📝📩📮 Check Out My Niece.. Hot 'n Cold 12/26/2016
5266. At Midnight I'm Alone 12/26/2016
5267. Painting The Sky With His Brush 12/27/2016
5268. Talking To Other Women 12/27/2016
5269. If I Were One Of You 12/28/2016
5270. After New Year's Eve 12/28/2016
5271. I Could Be Yours 12/28/2016
5272. Youth And Love 12/28/2016
5273. The Criminal Woman 12/29/2016
5274. The Arrangement 12/30/2016
5275. The Gigolo 12/31/2016
5276. Sanctuary 12/31/2016
5277. My Love For Her Sweet Wine 1/1/2017
5278. Riding, It At Night 1/1/2017
5279. The Vile Nasty Motel Room 1/1/2017
5280. Dylan Thomas 1/1/2017

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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