James McLain

Gold Star - 40,958 Points [is It poetry] (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

James McLain Poems

5641. Italian Sausage 11/28/2013
5642. Her Breasts Were Ment For Pearls 4/23/2013
5643. Cold Is The Sea Today 11/28/2013
5644. Preemptive Strikes Against The Mentally Ill 11/20/2013
5645. The State Of Florida Vs Me 8/9/2013
5646. Reaching Out 7/27/2013
5647. After All The Music 7/9/2013
5648. Disgusting 7/14/2013
5649. My Public Defender 7/12/2013
5650. Lesbianism And Homosexuality 7/9/2013
5651. They Will Hurt You 7/4/2013
5652. Garbage Collector's 6/28/2013
5653. The Old Maid 6/20/2013
5654. Revenge 6/16/2013
5655. Ripe Fruit 6/12/2013
5656. Did You Ever Know 4/23/2013
5657. The Unplanned Child 4/24/2013
5658. And When My Words They Fall Away 4/18/2013
5659. The Twin Girls 2/25/2013
5660. The New Girl 3/6/2013
5661. Americans 3/20/2013
5662. How Much Will I Pay 2/20/2013
5663. Rich In Love 2/11/2013
5664. Text Book Suicide 2/5/2013
5665. The Day Before We Met 1/28/2013
5666. Poetic Protest To Rape 1/11/2013
5667. She Swollows His Pride 1/12/2013
5668. Past Friendships 5/21/2012
5669. Are Children Poets 4/20/2012
5670. Heavy Heart 2/16/2012
5671. Not In There We Can'T 1/5/2012
5672. Miss Understood 1/4/2012
5673. Gay Vampire Men Who Are Staright 11/30/2011
5674. The Red Breasted Robin 12/14/2011
5675. Permanant A Residence Of Love 11/22/2011
5676. The Lady, And Her 'Mister 11/1/2011
5677. Alibi One Drag Queen 9/16/2011
5678. Her Shadow Of Vulgus 10/3/2011
5679. Be Careful Not To Squeeze The Man’s Testicles 9/28/2011
5680. Complicated Vibrators 9/24/2011

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..

Wildwood # 1

Is a secret dark place in southern Saint Petersburg.
In a dark cave weary and weak of life some are.
From the streets to here rabid like dog's the one's traumatized
Shake from the noise trapped in a dream most are.
Wildwood like an ant hill those at the top want out, we are sausage's
In the hands of a cook slaving day in and day out.
Some time's the noise comes, like a plane crash where like cord wood
The weak succumb to their weakness.
Drug's and alcohol from the mirror the seas are not

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