James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

5281. The Gigolo 12/31/2016
5282. Sanctuary 12/31/2016
5283. My Love For Her Sweet Wine 1/1/2017
5284. Riding, It At Night 1/1/2017
5285. The Vile Nasty Motel Room 1/1/2017
5286. Dylan Thomas 1/1/2017
5287. The Perfect Wife 1/4/2017
5288. Forced Solitude 1/5/2017
5289. Closed To Alabama Niggers, Gov. Robert Bentley, Has Said 1/5/2017
5290. Corrupt Career Politicians 1/5/2017
5291. You Will Hear Thunder 1/7/2017
5292. I Can Hear Thunder 1/7/2017
5293. Poverty And Unplanned Parenthood 1/8/2017
5294. Our Survival Depends On Getting Off Of This Planet 1/8/2017
5295. The Moon Tonight 1/9/2017
5296. Terrorism And Child Killer's 1/9/2017
5297. The Unchanging 1/10/2017
5298. All To Soon The Rain It Will Come 1/14/2017
5299. The Bush And The Tree 1/16/2017
5300. Hidden In The Earth In Hernando County 1/17/2017
5301. The One True Believer 1/19/2017
5302. Texas, Florida, How Free Are We Really In America 1/24/2017
5303. White Fog 1/27/2017
5304. To Cold To Love Outside Inside It's Warm 1/28/2017
5305. Love Is You And Me If It Is Green 1/29/2017
5306. The Mother Of A Pearl 1/29/2017
5307. Mental Illness Is Wide Spread Here As Well 1/29/2017
5308. When The Foams So Thick I Cannot Kiss Her Lips 1/30/2017
5309. Outside The Window It's Gone Now 1/30/2017
5310. Poor And Tired Are The Traveler's 1/31/2017
5311. When You Think Of Me 2/8/2017
5312. Is A Sanctuary Just For Rest 2/9/2017
5313. The Beggered Voice That Is Mine 2/11/2017
5314. If I Could Be Where You Are 2/11/2017
5315. The End Is The End Of Our Love 2/11/2017
5316. When Love Goes Away 2/11/2017
5317. One Kiss And What It Cost 2/12/2017
5318. Unseen In The Storm 2/12/2017
5319. Anonymous Love Paints My Room 2/12/2017
5320. Dreaming Dream's Of Love And Then It's Gone 2/13/2017

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..

C*taking Turns *

Short of wind your breath belies
the dragging of your heal in
dust we trust.

Sweat dried sand to face
scoured fresh blush the
wind has made
to know.

Wind lifts my arms to take
from you this gift is
precious so.

[Report Error]