James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

5481. Gutmaster 5 - How High Can You Hang 10/14/2017
5482. Gutmaster 6 - Chained Up Normal 10/14/2017
5483. Gutmaster 7 - A Gutmaster's Trick 10/14/2017
5484. Gumaster 8 - Chained To Your Shame 10/14/2017
5485. Gutmaster 9 - The Whole Smile 10/14/2017
5486. Gutmaster 10 - Her Open Lip's 10/14/2017
5487. .......... A Soldier's Prayer 10/15/2017
5488. An Almost Letter 10/15/2017
5489. Herpes And Cold Sores 10/22/2017
5490. My Treasure I Hide From The Sea 10/23/2017
5491. If Death Is Kind Then I Must Go 10/25/2017
5492. Why I Am Yours 10/27/2017
5493. Alone By The Sea 10/27/2017
5494. Being Alone After Love 10/27/2017
5495. Real Poetry Is Mostly Not 10/27/2017
5496. Number Fifteen Sara Teasdale 10/28/2017
5497. All Thing's That Live Must Die 10/30/2017
5498. Would I Could Father You 10/31/2017
5499. The Art Of Poetry 10/31/2017
5500. Foster The Good Night 11/2/2017
5501. A Nation Silent In It's Shade 11/3/2017
5502. Out Stretched Corner Stand 11/3/2017
5503. The Bible The Koran And The Torah 12/5/2016
5504. Oakland's Ghost Ship Warehouse Fire 12/6/2016
5505. Being Humble But Few Men 11/5/2017
5506. Tell Me, Did You Ever Know 11/6/2017
5507. Attorney Elliott Ambrose, Brooksville Florida 11/7/2017
5508. ................. James Mclain 11/12/2017
5509. When The Wall Is Falling In Towards You 11/14/2017
5510. Alabama's Republican Rob Moore 11/15/2017
5511. Shattered 11/15/2017
5512. .................. It Was About You 11/18/2017
5513. After Life 11/18/2017
5514. These Are My Lips 11/20/2017
5515. Dr. Wilson Crump Rippy At Tampa General Hospital Aged Twelve 11/22/2017
5516. Death Is Something To Us All 11/24/2017
5517. Her Fruit To The Eye 11/24/2017
5518. The Woman Down The Hall 11/27/2017
5519. Fast Love 11/27/2017
5520. How Does One Explain Loss 11/27/2017

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..

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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