James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

5801. Emptied The 'Ocean A 'Dream' 2/12/2010
5802. Children Speak To Children Do You 2/6/2010
5803. Blind Man 2/5/2010
5804. Black Sea 2/2/2010
5805. Crime Of Poetry Is When 1/30/2010
5806. Buttermilk Biscuits 1/29/2010
5807. Goat 'Milk' 1/28/2010
5808. Death A Mask 12/28/2009
5809. For The Moment 2/2/2010
5810. Red Wine 1/14/2010
5811. Grave Digger 1/3/2010
5812. Children At Play 1/4/2010
5813. Ha-Pp Less 1/12/2010
5814. Favored By Fate 1/1/2010
5815. Her Lovelies 12/30/2009
5816. A Wrinkle 12/29/2009
5817. One More Time 12/21/2009
5818. High The Hill 12/23/2009
5819. They Went Home Together 12/22/2009
5820. Teenage Wasteland 12/16/2009
5821. 'Hope' Floats..Up From 'Your'..Past... 12/10/2009
5822. Talk 'To' The Pillows 12/14/2009
5823. Green Pastures 12/7/2009
5824. Death And 'No' Remorse For 'Any' 12/5/2009
5825. The Money Changer 12/5/2009
5826. A Co-Medial 'Mask' Of Words 12/6/2009
5827. The Sad 'Porn Star' 11/28/2009
5828. On My Nose A Rose 11/17/2009
5829. Public Service 11/14/2009
5830. Lactation A Drop 11/10/2009
5831. Since, 'You' Went Away 11/11/2009
5832. Setting Suns 11/6/2009
5833. Moving Water, Waits Too Long..(1 11/5/2009
5834. And I Too Danced In Freedom 11/3/2009
5835. My Five Sisters 10/29/2009
5836. Clothed In Beauty 10/26/2009
5837. The Last Word 10/25/2009
5838. Dandelion 10/24/2009
5839. Taboo Words And Such 10/7/2009
5840. I Carry Your Heart Within Me 10/17/2009

Comments about James McLain

  • Carol Carter Carol Carter (2/4/2015 12:12:00 AM)

    Agree with your thoughts.

    27 person liked.
    24 person did not like.
  • 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..

Heart In Oak *

Such as does repose
fine grain.

Polished surface gained
thus by feel.

Soul of a giant
lays within.

Bowing Gently
in the breeze.

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