James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

5361. The Ring Beneath The Moon 4/5/2017
5362. Odd How They Watch When You Come 4/5/2017
5363. Around Her Arena 4/6/2017
5364. I Haven't Cried Since My Daughter Was Born 4/6/2017
5365. My Rose Didn't Bloom She Said 4/7/2017
5366. Once Again 4/7/2017
5367. Skant Should Be Her Wants Until 4/7/2017
5368. Breathing Down Her Neck 4/7/2017
5369. My Old Friend 4/9/2017
5370. I Wished Everyone Liked Me 4/9/2017
5371. She Circles The Border Of Green 4/10/2017
5372. My Finger I Lost In The Dark 4/12/2017
5373. I Still Even Now Dream About You 4/16/2017
5374. Blue, But Not What I Think 4/16/2017
5375. Ignorance Is The Nothingness Of Death 4/17/2017
5376. ................ What Does Real Fear Taste Like 4/18/2017
5377. Between Two Shadows I Watch 4/19/2017
5378. Before The Glitter Fades 4/20/2017
5379. Thinner Grows The Silver Cord As We All Age 4/21/2017
5380. Burning Liquid Thoughts Are Thoughts Of Her 4/23/2017
5381. I Dream In Color I'm Not Sorry It's Red 4/30/2017
5382. The Snapping Turtle 🐢 5/2/2017
5383. They Kill The Teacher's And Free Thinker's First 5/2/2017
5384. Love Unseen The Act Of Kindness 5/8/2017
5385. Hystreria 5/9/2017
5386. Good Poetry And Bad Poetry 5/21/2017
5387. Song Of Many Dreams 5/23/2017
5388. Prides Not Power Before The Fall 5/27/2017
5389. Love Can Be Born Here And There 5/27/2017
5390. Smaller Than A Marble 5/28/2017
5391. Fun Stuff 5/29/2017
5392. I Will Love You 5/30/2017
5393. Why Won't Our Young Help The Aged 5/31/2017
5394. 👹 Violent Bipolar Current Half Brother 5/31/2017
5395. Nine Inch Nail 5/31/2017
5396. The Waves And The Wind The Sound Of The Sea 6/6/2017
5397. Youth It's Melody 6/8/2017
5398. Listen Even After Death 6/9/2017
5399. Obscurity 6/12/2017
5400. Haiku (It Tastes) 6/14/2017

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..

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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