James McLain

Gold Star - 41,688 Points [is It poetry] (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

James McLain Poems

5841. The Last Word 10/25/2009
5842. Dandelion 10/24/2009
5843. Taboo Words And Such 10/7/2009
5844. I Carry Your Heart Within Me 10/17/2009
5845. And After The Telling 9/19/2009
5846. Trust Issues 9/10/2009
5847. Chemicals Moods And You 9/18/2009
5848. And I Being Your Dog 9/17/2009
5849. A Red Paper Lantern 9/9/2009
5850. Taboo The Thought And Concept 9/6/2009
5851. Judge Noble Thy Neck The Yoke 9/5/2009
5852. Oysters Pink One Half 8/26/2009
5853. A Wife Made Her Husband 8/27/2009
5854. Bad Things To Do With You 8/22/2009
5855. Poets Are Beset 8/10/2009
5856. She Sits Across The Room 8/6/2009
5857. The White Water Ride 7/24/2009
5858. Every Morning New 7/29/2009
5859. When The Lights Went Out 7/28/2009
5860. Advice To A Girl 7/14/2009
5861. Depth To Cup 7/12/2009
5862. Orion's Belt 7/11/2009
5863. Femininity 7/10/2009
5864. Karen When You Call 7/7/2009
5865. A Tadpole 7/5/2009
5866. Moths 7/4/2009
5867. You Make It Hard At Times 6/28/2009
5868. Ur E. R. 6/28/2009
5869. His Peices They Ate 6/27/2009
5870. Confession In Forgiveness 6/24/2009
5871. Hello Lilly Graft 6/23/2009
5872. Damaged Goods 6/23/2009
5873. Two Dilemmas 6/18/2009
5874. Where She Sat 6/14/2009
5875. Spring Leaves 6/11/2009
5876. Summer Leaves 6/11/2009
5877. A Poem Can Make You 6/10/2009
5878. The Window In Me 6/1/2009
5879. I Am Only, Your Pet Pig 5/29/2009
5880. When I Last Talked To God 5/31/2009

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..

Lid To My Box *

Round beveled square to a frame
bearing hues fading of dreams
maker in such crafted long ago
for whom but a guess many
names but few for the
wearer of the seal meant for me
not for you.

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