James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

5721. Before, ' She Bursts 2/12/2011
5722. Daddies Little Girl 2/12/2011
5723. Dear Tai, ' The Staff And Cup Of Hope 2/10/2011
5724. Turning Fifty 1/24/2011
5725. Being Yoked 1/10/2011
5726. Milk The Cows 12/9/2010
5727. Some Like Frank Sanatra 12/6/2010
5728. Homesickness 11/4/2010
5729. Stake My Claim 11/4/2010
5730. Ra-Ca 10/21/2010
5731. Schizoaffective Disorder 11/15/2010
5732. The Bee 11/3/2010
5733. Kayla 10/8/2010
5734. Proper English 9/26/2010
5735. Lemon Lime Pie 9/3/2010
5736. Running Water 8/11/2010
5737. When I Depart 8/4/2010
5738. Who You Are 7/31/2010
5739. I Am So Small Now 7/18/2010
5740. Cats And Dogs 7/25/2010
5741. Telling You My Feelings 7/21/2010
5742. Come, 'Dear 7/14/2010
5743. What Matters - If God You Approve 6/14/2010
5744. A Letter, ' To My One And Only Daughter 6/29/2010
5745. Becoming Through You, ' I Became 6/25/2010
5746. She Has Come To Rub My Back 6/6/2010
5747. And Yes, 'Dear 6/6/2010
5748. Washing Machine 6/6/2010
5749. The Gymnast 5/31/2010
5750. An Offering Of Peace 5/26/2010
5751. Being Famous 5/20/2010
5752. Access Denied 5/26/2010
5753. Coming From The Sea 5/18/2010
5754. Birds That Sing 5/17/2010
5755. Charles Bukowski, 'Explains Temptaion 5/11/2010
5756. Is Time Taking Up My Space 3/30/2010
5757. Is It Milk, 'You Utter 5/1/2010
5758. As Pure And Fire 4/26/2010
5759. All I Know Must I Hide 4/26/2010
5760. Each Little Cut 4/20/2010

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..

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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