James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

521. A Taste Of Last Week 3/30/2009
522. Is It That I Push Thoughts To Hard 3/30/2009
523. Water On Rock 3/30/2009
524. Egg Searches For Truth Before Some Do 3/31/2009
525. Mean While Back At The Ranch 3/31/2009
526. Lip Food In You 3/31/2009
527. Why Is It So Easy For You 3/31/2009
528. Queen Of Pain...Dots Conecting Dots Of Pain 3/31/2009
529. Crusty Little No Good *%#@ 3/31/2009
530. Yes Fan Of Ryme 3/31/2009
531. Moon Moans Stars 3/31/2009
532. Poo Moans 3/31/2009
533. Imaging Imitation 3/31/2009
534. I'M Askin Polite Cut Me Down 3/31/2009
535. Did You Get One Of Those Four Wigglers 3/31/2009
536. Unlimited Mind Underwhelmed 3/31/2009
537. Synonymous To 3/31/2009
538. If I Do It, You Can'T Tell 3/31/2009
539. Oracle I Ponder Sitting 4/1/2009
540. How Can I Remain 4/1/2009
541. It Is Something About The Utter 4/1/2009
542. It..Is..So..Quite 3/21/2009
543. Of Wheels 3/28/2009
544. I Flee 3/28/2009
545. I Laugh 3/29/2009
546. Unlimited Mind 3/29/2009
547. Hallowed Be Thy Name (Unanswered Prayers..( 3/29/2009
548. Times Currency 3/29/2009
549. Mask Of My Forever 3/29/2009
550. I Traveled Today 4/1/2009
551. Unknown 4/1/2009
552. Dear Unknown Wench.......You Wishes 4/1/2009
553. Crime Time 4/1/2009
554. Calling A Dream A Stream 4/1/2009
555. Things Of Him 4/1/2009
556. Swishing Cheeks 4/1/2009
557. Then Again 4/1/2009
558. Vested Rights In You 4/1/2009
559. Next Time You Climb On 4/1/2009
560. Bandaid Love 4/2/2009

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.

loving ...

Read the full of She Is Afraid, He Is Tired..

Lid To My Box *

Round beveled square to a frame
bearing hues fading of dreams
maker in such crafted long ago
for whom but a guess many
names but few for the
wearer of the seal meant for me
not for you.

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