James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

5721. Dyslexia, Adult 5/13/2011
5722. Writing On The Living Wall 5/17/2011
5723. Purple Grapes 5/11/2011
5724. It Beats And Burns 5/7/2011
5725. Ra-Ca 10/21/2010
5726. Rolex Watches 4/28/2011
5727. Beachwear 4/27/2011
5728. I Can Smell It 4/30/2011
5729. Before, ' She Bursts 2/12/2011
5730. Daddies Little Girl 2/12/2011
5731. Dear Tai, ' The Staff And Cup Of Hope 2/10/2011
5732. Milk The Cows 12/9/2010
5733. Turning Fifty 1/24/2011
5734. Being Yoked 1/10/2011
5735. Some Like Frank Sanatra 12/6/2010
5736. Homesickness 11/4/2010
5737. Stake My Claim 11/4/2010
5738. A Letter, ' To My One And Only Daughter 6/29/2010
5739. Schizoaffective Disorder 11/15/2010
5740. The Bee 11/3/2010
5741. Proper English 9/26/2010
5742. Kayla 10/8/2010
5743. Lemon Lime Pie 9/3/2010
5744. Running Water 8/11/2010
5745. Who You Are 7/31/2010
5746. When I Depart 8/4/2010
5747. Cats And Dogs 7/25/2010
5748. I Am So Small Now 7/18/2010
5749. Telling You My Feelings 7/21/2010
5750. Come, 'Dear 7/14/2010
5751. What Matters - If God You Approve 6/14/2010
5752. Becoming Through You, ' I Became 6/25/2010
5753. She Has Come To Rub My Back 6/6/2010
5754. And Yes, 'Dear 6/6/2010
5755. Washing Machine 6/6/2010
5756. An Offering Of Peace 5/26/2010
5757. Being Famous 5/20/2010
5758. The Gymnast 5/31/2010
5759. Access Denied 5/26/2010
5760. Coming From The Sea 5/18/2010

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.

Loves,
loving ...

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

Selflessness

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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