James McLain

Gold Star - 41,653 Points [is It poetry] (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

James McLain Poems

5401. When It's Time To Find Another Planet 11/25/2016
5402. Rooster 11/26/2016
5403. ............... Because You Don't Read 11/26/2016
5404. The Solitude Of Late Night 11/26/2016
5405. Washed And Bathed 11/26/2016
5406. The Coast Is Warm, Moist, Wet And Juicy 11/26/2016
5407. ........................ I Am James 11/27/2016
5408. Translucent Panties 11/27/2016
5409. Innocence Dark Betrayal 11/27/2016
5410. Early Dawn 11/28/2016
5411. Her Breast's As My Pillow 11/28/2016
5412. A Face Of Silk 11/28/2016
5413. Pissing In The Snow 11/28/2016
5414. I Remembered You 11/28/2016
5415. Poetry Or Pornography 11/28/2016
5416. L.B.G.T. A Floating Poem 11/29/2016
5417. Dear, It's Your Face 11/29/2016
5418. Washing The Hole 11/29/2016
5419. Lakshmi - 11/29/2016
5420. Not In Me 11/30/2016
5421. The Climax 11/30/2016
5422. She Is Ploughing The Land 11/30/2016
5423. Unbind Me From Their Shame 11/30/2016
5424. ............... A List Of The Human Beings That Have Died In The Custody Of The State Of Florida Prison's In 2016 11/30/2016
5425. Faces Without Faces 11/30/2016
5426. Love But For Me Love It Was 12/1/2016
5427. Love Had Doubts, But Not To Me 12/1/2016
5428. Night Is Here Love Close Your Eye's 12/1/2016
5429. Drinking Saki Under The Moon 12/2/2016
5430. The Old County Stockade In Tampa Florida 12/2/2016
5431. From The County Stockade To Hillsborough Correctional Institution 12/2/2016
5432. Alone Wet Cold And Abandoned 12/3/2016
5433. How I Get Her To Come Every Night 12/3/2016
5434. Unable To Look Away 12/3/2016
5435. Abraham Lincoln - A Conversation With One Paragraph 12/4/2016
5436. Verily 12/4/2016
5437. House Of Empty Dream's 12/4/2016
5438. Depression Emotional And Cognitive Thinking And Eventual Suicide 12/4/2016
5439. 👣 Scream 👣 12/5/2016
5440. The Bible The Koran And The Torah 12/5/2016

Comments about James McLain

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

    Agree with your thoughts.

    28 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..

Heart In Oak *

Such as does repose
fine grain.

Polished surface gained
thus by feel.

Soul of a giant
lays within.

Bowing Gently
in the breeze.

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