James McLain

Gold Star - 41,579 Points [is It poetry] (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

James McLain Poems

5241. Right Before The False Dawn 12/20/2016
5242. Surviving The Purge 12/21/2016
5243. It's Never The Voice You Hear 12/22/2016
5244. I Could See She Slept In Snow 12/22/2016
5245. 🌈🌈 Manipulative Narcissists 🌈🌈 12/22/2016
5246. Dream Creation And Sexual Confusion 12/22/2016
5247. The Antagonist 12/22/2016
5248. Before I Leave And My Light Fades Out 12/23/2016
5249. Sucking Noises That Are Loud 12/23/2016
5250. Sycophants 12/23/2016
5251. Washing Both Holes Out 12/23/2016
5252. One Green Latex Glove 12/24/2016
5253. 🌈 Soon I Must Submit 🌈 12/24/2016
5254. The Sentence Without A Period 12/24/2016
5255. It Wasn't I Who Filled All Those Holes 12/24/2016
5256. One Language That All Understand 12/25/2016
5257. Come To Bed Dear 12/25/2016
5258. 📝📩📮 Check Out My Niece.. Hot 'n Cold 12/26/2016
5259. At Midnight I'm Alone 12/26/2016
5260. Painting The Sky With His Brush 12/27/2016
5261. Talking To Other Women 12/27/2016
5262. If I Were One Of You 12/28/2016
5263. After New Year's Eve 12/28/2016
5264. I Could Be Yours 12/28/2016
5265. Youth And Love 12/28/2016
5266. The Criminal Woman 12/29/2016
5267. The Arrangement 12/30/2016
5268. The Gigolo 12/31/2016
5269. Sanctuary 12/31/2016
5270. My Love For Her Sweet Wine 1/1/2017
5271. Riding, It At Night 1/1/2017
5272. The Vile Nasty Motel Room 1/1/2017
5273. Dylan Thomas 1/1/2017
5274. The Perfect Wife 1/4/2017
5275. Forced Solitude 1/5/2017
5276. Closed To Alabama Niggers, Gov. Robert Bentley, Has Said 1/5/2017
5277. Corrupt Career Politicians 1/5/2017
5278. You Will Hear Thunder 1/7/2017
5279. I Can Hear Thunder 1/7/2017
5280. Poverty And Unplanned Parenthood 1/8/2017

Comments about James McLain

  • Carol Carter Carol Carter (2/4/2015 12:12:00 AM)

    Agree with your thoughts.

    28 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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