James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

5761. Charles Bukowski, 'Explains Temptaion 5/11/2010
5762. As Pure And Fire 4/26/2010
5763. All I Know Must I Hide 4/26/2010
5764. Is It Milk, 'You Utter 5/1/2010
5765. Each Little Cut 4/20/2010
5766. Last Morning Star 4/19/2010
5767. Shibumi 4/26/2010
5768. Like A Virgin 4/18/2010
5769. Free Yellow Sun 4/15/2010
5770. Your Face 4/13/2010
5771. 'Death' Is When 'You' Milk 'It' 4/6/2010
5772. And In It/It Dies 3/15/2010
5773. Is Time Taking Up My Space 3/30/2010
5774. Fire Starter 3/31/2010
5775. I Met A Stranger In The Park 4/1/2010
5776. Depths Of Perception 3/23/2010
5777. Dear, Daughter 3/20/2010
5778. As For The Lesbian 3/29/2010
5779. Milk And Cream 3/21/2010
5780. Babies 3/20/2010
5781. Panty Cream 3/21/2010
5782. Red Tie On Blouse 3/19/2010
5783. Narcissist 3/18/2010
5784. Cu Cu Tree 3/18/2010
5785. Lips To Touch Your Lips 3/16/2010
5786. The Girl With The Boy 3/15/2010
5787. Modest Mustache Talking Beard 3/13/2010
5788. The Old Mill 3/10/2010
5789. A Name.. 3/11/2010
5790. Dirty Little Girl 2/24/2010
5791. Rain Of Abundance 3/10/2010
5792. Like A Rash 3/7/2010
5793. A Cuddle 2/28/2010
5794. Shadow Of Your Keeper 3/5/2010
5795. American Education 3/1/2010
5796. To Walk On Simply By 2/23/2010
5797. It's The Moon 'Dear' 2/21/2010
5798. Dr Rippy - Tampa General Hospital - Aged Twelve 2/21/2010
5799. Shone The Sun 2/13/2010
5800. Is A Breast 2/17/2010

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.

loving ...

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

C*taking Turns *

Short of wind your breath belies
the dragging of your heal in
dust we trust.

Sweat dried sand to face
scoured fresh blush the
wind has made
to know.

Wind lifts my arms to take
from you this gift is
precious so.

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