James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

5401. Song Of Many Dreams 5/23/2017
5402. Prides Not Power Before The Fall 5/27/2017
5403. Love Can Be Born Here And There 5/27/2017
5404. Smaller Than A Marble 5/28/2017
5405. Fun Stuff 5/29/2017
5406. I Will Love You 5/30/2017
5407. Why Won't Our Young Help The Aged 5/31/2017
5408. 👹 Violent Bipolar Current Half Brother 5/31/2017
5409. Nine Inch Nail 5/31/2017
5410. The Waves And The Wind The Sound Of The Sea 6/6/2017
5411. Youth It's Melody 6/8/2017
5412. Listen Even After Death 6/9/2017
5413. Obscurity 6/12/2017
5414. Haiku (It Tastes) 6/14/2017
5415. Coming To Come, Because She Can 6/14/2017
5416. A Simple Song Unlike The Rest 6/15/2017
5417. The Need To Leave Something Behind 6/20/2017
5418. Dream's 6/22/2017
5419. I Am Still Lost In You 6/23/2017
5420. Strange Music That I Hear 6/24/2017
5421. Solece In The Art's 6/24/2017
5422. The Shaft Of Fire 6/26/2017
5423. Our Need And Love Of The Act 6/28/2017
5424. ............ I Was And Still Am A Living Witness 7/1/2017
5425. Some Must Wait To Come From There 7/1/2017
5426. Creeping Up To The Edge Of Dawn 7/4/2017
5427. Our Love Was Like Glitter It Sparkled Then Faded Away 7/5/2017
5428. I Cannot Make You What You Should Be 7/6/2017
5429. Lucid Dreaming 7/7/2017
5430. Falling Stars 7/8/2017
5431. Do You Want It On Your Feet Or On Your Knees 7/12/2017
5432. The South Is Like Fried Green Tomatoes 7/16/2017
5433. What Have I Become 7/25/2017
5434. When I Must Go 7/31/2017
5435. Collusion, Financial Gain, About The Grand Jury 8/3/2017
5436. Trump, Having The Secrets That 8/3/2017
5437. My Final Role 8/6/2017
5438. Flies 8/17/2017
5439. The Last Drop Of Alcohol 8/18/2017
5440. Dominion Death Will Have 8/19/2017

Comments about James McLain

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

    Agree with your thoughts.

    27 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..


More of that from me you've had than I and
Discerned of mind, no more to me by you is said.

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