James McLain

Gold Star - 40,958 Points [is It poetry] (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

James McLain Poems

5361. She Circles The Border Of Green 4/10/2017
5362. My Finger I Lost In The Dark 4/12/2017
5363. I Still Even Now Dream About You 4/16/2017
5364. Blue, But Not What I Think 4/16/2017
5365. Ignorance Is The Nothingness Of Death 4/17/2017
5366. ................ What Does Real Fear Taste Like 4/18/2017
5367. Between Two Shadows I Watch 4/19/2017
5368. Before The Glitter Fades 4/20/2017
5369. Thinner Grows The Silver Cord As We All Age 4/21/2017
5370. Burning Liquid Thoughts Are Thoughts Of Her 4/23/2017
5371. I Dream In Color I'm Not Sorry It's Red 4/30/2017
5372. The Snapping Turtle 🐢 5/2/2017
5373. They Kill The Teacher's And Free Thinker's First 5/2/2017
5374. Love Unseen The Act Of Kindness 5/8/2017
5375. Hystreria 5/9/2017
5376. Jeff Session And White Fears Of Becoming A Minority 12/10/2016
5377. This Prison Stuff Is Real And It's Not Easy To Talk About 12/11/2016
5378. I Lived With John Brennan Crutchley At Union Correctional Institution 12/12/2016
5379. A Bowl Of White Cotton 12/12/2016
5380. ህድደን ዎርልድስ - Hidden World's 12/12/2016
5381. Pablo Neruda 1/2/2017
5382. Emily Elizabeth Dickinson 1/3/2017
5383. His Lady, With Her Mister 1/3/2017
5384. Who Is Not Lonely Having Died 5/12/2017
5385. After The Love Passion Fades 5/12/2017
5386. When Our Love Was Born 5/13/2017
5387. Nylon Covers Cotton When It's Wet 5/13/2017
5388. Safe From The Storms 5/13/2017
5389. Waking Up I Surprised Them 5/15/2017
5390. 69c 5/17/2017
5391. The Dog 5/17/2017
5392. Good Poetry And Bad Poetry 5/21/2017
5393. Song Of Many Dreams 5/23/2017
5394. Prides Not Power Before The Fall 5/27/2017
5395. Love Can Be Born Here And There 5/27/2017
5396. Smaller Than A Marble 5/28/2017
5397. Fun Stuff 5/29/2017
5398. I Will Love You 5/30/2017
5399. Why Won't Our Young Help The Aged 5/31/2017
5400. 👹 Violent Bipolar Current Half Brother 5/31/2017

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.

loving ...

Read the full of She Is Afraid, He Is Tired..

A Single Tear

Eternity made inside to grow
singular shape to know
duct of the salt rolls from
this flesh cured spectrum
emotions all do taste
you grow.

Many are the tears that
formed upon your face.

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