James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

5761. Shibumi 4/26/2010
5762. Last Morning Star 4/19/2010
5763. Fire Starter 3/31/2010
5764. Like A Virgin 4/18/2010
5765. Free Yellow Sun 4/15/2010
5766. Your Face 4/13/2010
5767. 'Death' Is When 'You' Milk 'It' 4/6/2010
5768. I Met A Stranger In The Park 4/1/2010
5769. Depths Of Perception 3/23/2010
5770. Dear, Daughter 3/20/2010
5771. As For The Lesbian 3/29/2010
5772. Milk And Cream 3/21/2010
5773. Babies 3/20/2010
5774. Panty Cream 3/21/2010
5775. Red Tie On Blouse 3/19/2010
5776. Narcissist 3/18/2010
5777. Cu Cu Tree 3/18/2010
5778. Lips To Touch Your Lips 3/16/2010
5779. Rain Of Abundance 3/10/2010
5780. And In It/It Dies 3/15/2010
5781. The Girl With The Boy 3/15/2010
5782. Modest Mustache Talking Beard 3/13/2010
5783. The Old Mill 3/10/2010
5784. A Name.. 3/11/2010
5785. Like A Rash 3/7/2010
5786. A Cuddle 2/28/2010
5787. Shadow Of Your Keeper 3/5/2010
5788. American Education 3/1/2010
5789. Is A Breast 2/17/2010
5790. Dirty Little Girl 2/24/2010
5791. To Walk On Simply By 2/23/2010
5792. It's The Moon 'Dear' 2/21/2010
5793. Dr Rippy - Tampa General Hospital - Aged Twelve 2/21/2010
5794. Roses And Thorns 2/19/2010
5795. Her Magic Pool 2/16/2010
5796. Shone The Sun 2/13/2010
5797. Black A Rose Made From Wood 2/16/2010
5798. Emptied The 'Ocean A 'Dream' 2/12/2010
5799. Black Sea 2/2/2010
5800. Blind Man 2/5/2010

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..

A Single Tear

Eternity made inside to grow
singular shape to know
duct of the salt rolls from
this flesh cured spectrum
emotions all do taste
you grow.

Many are the tears that
formed upon your face.

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