James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

5321. To Meet Her Is To Greet Her 2/16/2017
5322. Loving For A Night And For A Day 2/18/2017
5323. Ocean The Sea 2/19/2017
5324. Jeff Session And White Fears Of Becoming A Minority 12/10/2016
5325. This Prison Stuff Is Real And It's Not Easy To Talk About 12/11/2016
5326. I Lived With John Brennan Crutchley At Union Correctional Institution 12/12/2016
5327. A Bowl Of White Cotton 12/12/2016
5328. ህድደን ዎርልድስ - Hidden World's 12/12/2016
5329. Body Shaming 12/13/2016
5330. ውሄረ ወ መት - Where We Met 12/13/2016
5331. I Dream With You Alone 12/14/2016
5332. Enter The Sandman 12/14/2016
5333. One Child One Haiku 12/15/2016
5334. አሙን ራ - Amun Ra 12/15/2016
5335. He Is Heavy And She Sighs 12/15/2016
5336. A Short Conversation On Facebook Today 12/15/2016
5337. Nano Technology And Artificial Intelligence 12/16/2016
5338. 💩💩The Current Problem Of Editing Our Poetry Here 12/16/2016
5339. We Deserve The Fire 12/17/2016
5340. American's Love Grafic Murder Drug's And Sex 12/17/2016
5341. A Mystery Ship And Where It Goes 12/18/2016
5342. It Is Their Burden I Must Bare 12/18/2016
5343. Her Home Is The Sea 2/26/2017
5344. Those Scarlet Plains 3/9/2017
5345. How Far Must One Fall When The Bottom Is Near 3/12/2017
5346. Those Haunted Faces And Eyes 3/14/2017
5347. Guardian Ad Litem 3/23/2017
5348. I Cannot See Her Blind 3/23/2017
5349. Inside The Mind Of Love Like You 3/26/2017
5350. Love Me 3/26/2017
5351. When She Comes And Come She Will 3/27/2017
5352. I Have Mixed Her Love With Wine 3/27/2017
5353. If Love In Death Is Kind 3/27/2017
5354. When The Man Comes Around 4/2/2017
5355. Child Labor In American Tobacco Field's 4/4/2017
5356. I Love You - Come In Peace 4/4/2017
5357. Lips My Lips Have Kissed 4/5/2017
5358. The Ring Beneath The Moon 4/5/2017
5359. Odd How They Watch When You Come 4/5/2017
5360. Around Her Arena 4/6/2017

Comments about James McLain

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

    Agree with your thoughts.

    26 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.

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