James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

5881. Lush Is, Her Garden 5/19/2009
5882. Write, Now 5/11/2009
5883. She Drilled Me 5/5/2009
5884. One Moment In Time 5/6/2009
5885. Near Death 5/5/2009
5886. Like..'You' 4/27/2009
5887. 'Evil' 4/27/2009
5888. Beating Up Words 4/24/2009
5889. Drama, On This, Your Very Island 4/22/2009
5890. Snapshot 4/22/2009
5891. When Teacher Is Not Looking 4/21/2009
5892. She Does Things, That Make Me Happy She.. 4/18/2009
5893. She Jumps Again Cutting Her Wrist 4/16/2009
5894. A Dictators Vat Of Bleached Words 4/10/2009
5895. Subtle Hints 4/10/2009
5896. Some Come Some Go 4/9/2009
5897. O.K. Keep Your Skirt On 4/8/2009
5898. My Pre Owned Mental Illness 4/8/2009
5899. It Really Is O.K. I Like Being Abused~~~snivel~~ 4/6/2009
5900. Milk 3/21/2009
5901. Dear Pastor, When) I(Came Home 4/4/2009
5902. Drug Tests Jail 4/3/2009
5903. A Punks Punk 4/3/2009
5904. She Could Be 3/28/2009
5905. Rio De Janeiro. 3/28/2009
5906. Hank Aron 3/28/2009
5907. She.Rushes..Home..To Her Secret 3/21/2009
5908. Unchain..Me..From..Your..Wall 3/21/2009
5909. She Doesn'T Even Cry 3/19/2009
5910. I May Just Over Look It 3/19/2009
5911. I Confes***it Was'Nt Me 3/16/2009
5912. The Most Complex Words 3/16/2009
5913. Time... 3/13/2009
5914. Unwrapped Mind Erupted 3/13/2009
5915. I Confes***it Was You To 1/29/2009
5916. Tricks Of The Trade 12/22/2008
5917. All You See 1/20/2009
5918. Thick Or Thin 12/23/2008
5919. Friends We Have Not Met 12/22/2008
5920. My Blackwidow 12/21/2008

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..

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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