James McLain

Gold Star - 41,654 Points [is It poetry] (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

James McLain Poems

5441. I Now Can See Old Age 9/4/2017
5442. Missed Chances 9/4/2017
5443. Sex Under A Vacant Condemned House 9/4/2017
5444. With Those Full Lip's, What Have They Done 9/6/2017
5445. She, Is Afraid He Is Tired 9/8/2017
5446. Florida Polk County Red Neck Grady Judd On Hurricane Irma 9/8/2017
5447. Dark Midnight There's No Sky 9/9/2017
5448. The Garden Of Our Year's 9/15/2017
5449. Trespassing Eye's 9/15/2017
5450. It's Not The Desert It's Self 9/16/2017
5451. I Used To Have A Purpose 9/16/2017
5452. Being Stretched Out On Your Back 9/17/2017
5453. After Dark 9/19/2017
5454. Even After The Glitter Fades 9/19/2017
5455. Wedged Is The Hip Splitter 9/19/2017
5456. Caroline's Inner Sanctuary 9/21/2017
5457. Joy 9/21/2017
5458. Pablo Neruda 1/2/2017
5459. Emily Elizabeth Dickinson 1/3/2017
5460. His Lady, With Her Mister 1/3/2017
5461. For All Your Different Religion's 8/8/2017
5462. Avenged Sevenfold I See Through Your Eye's 8/8/2017
5463. The Public In Not The Public Anymore 8/13/2017
5464. Love After Death 9/28/2017
5465. And With What Body Did She Come 10/2/2017
5466. Can You Remember That One Good Night 10/2/2017
5467. Safe From The Storm 10/3/2017
5468. Thick Creamy Milk 10/3/2017
5469. Here Where We're At, I Know You Mean Well 10/3/2017
5470. Far And Few Between Come Other Woman 10/3/2017
5471. After Love Comes Death 10/4/2017
5472. Death For The Sake Of Death To All Is A Friend 10/5/2017
5473. Gutmaster 1 - Salty Empresions 10/14/2017
5474. Gutmaster 2 - Decadence Unchained 10/14/2017
5475. Gutmaster 3 - Gutmaster Of Lore 10/14/2017
5476. Gutmaster 4 - Do You Like The Pain Of Chains 10/14/2017
5477. Gutmaster 5 - How High Can You Hang 10/14/2017
5478. Gutmaster 6 - Chained Up Normal 10/14/2017
5479. Gutmaster 7 - A Gutmaster's Trick 10/14/2017
5480. Gumaster 8 - Chained To Your Shame 10/14/2017

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..

Face Of The Poor *

Of all our children.
Dirt scuffed face America has some.
Late night Sally Struthers infomercial.
Compassion of the old in their time of need.
Helping in the wide open homeless shelter.
Bread from their mouths for the young.
Picture the views.
You helped to make.
Words stir the pot of no news.

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