James McLain

Gold Star - 41,631 Points [is It poetry] (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

James McLain Poems

5281. Cheating Hearts 7/12/2013
5282. We Go On Because 7/12/2013
5283. Erections 7/12/2013
5284. Dead Poets Love Me Differently 7/12/2013
5285. When Depression Peaks 7/12/2013
5286. Confidence 7/12/2013
5287. Personality 7/12/2013
5288. Real Cows 7/12/2013
5289. Ghetto Bridge 7/13/2013
5290. Manic The Banshee 7/13/2013
5291. I Hunch Over It 7/13/2013
5292. Underneath Her Lips 7/14/2013
5293. Reaching The Hermatige 7/14/2013
5294. Spirit Leaf 7/14/2013
5295. Where Ever My Daughter 7/14/2013
5296. Girl's That Want Norm 7/14/2013
5297. A Chain Of Pearls 7/7/2013
5298. When Hawk's Go Down 7/9/2013
5299. Dirt Under The Heavens 7/14/2013
5300. Bury Your Dead 7/14/2013
5301. Another God Poem 7/14/2013
5302. Jack's Off, Blacks Out 7/14/2013
5303. Life-Long-Love 7/15/2013
5304. My Psychiatrist 7/15/2013
5305. What Makes Us Human 7/14/2013
5306. Trading Places 7/15/2013
5307. Back To Love 7/15/2013
5308. Our Confessions 7/15/2013
5309. This Is How We Fall 7/15/2013
5310. Full Moon Is Rising 7/15/2013
5311. Carnal Apple' Burning Woman, Moon Is Filled 7/15/2013
5312. Jerky Poetry 7/15/2013
5313. It Takes Education To Crush It 7/15/2013
5314. Poetry A Book 7/14/2013
5315. Song Of The Sea 7/16/2013
5316. A Day-Piece 7/16/2013
5317. Cliches Few Else 7/18/2013
5318. Ruby Red Round Crimson Mouth 7/18/2013
5319. Flowers Of The Fallen 7/18/2013
5320. Darkness Falling 7/19/2013

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..

Pole To Pole

In the dark of night at the speed of light from edge to edge.
Such beings can stretch out of sight from side to side.
Knowing now what they now know leaves this our God,
A flock asleep when sheep we numbered are.
White feathers cover,
Countless star's each pin of light is flowing down that wraps
Us in his misty colored veil.

Decades pass,

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