James McLain

Gold Star - 41,704 Points [is It poetry] (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

James McLain Poems

5921. Time... 3/13/2009
5922. Unwrapped Mind Erupted 3/13/2009
5923. I Confes***it Was You To 1/29/2009
5924. Tricks Of The Trade 12/22/2008
5925. All You See 1/20/2009
5926. Thick Or Thin 12/23/2008
5927. Friends We Have Not Met 12/22/2008
5928. My Blackwidow 12/21/2008
5929. Memphis In You 12/20/2008
5930. Voids Sleep In Rapture 12/18/2008
5931. Jumping *out Of Airplanes Without* A Parachute 12/16/2008
5932. Mothers Memory 12/14/2008
5933. Fragile * 12/10/2008
5934. That Voice In Your Head 12/13/2008
5935. Teachers 12/12/2008
5936. How Long Have You Known 12/11/2008
5937. My Head Is Your Head * 12/9/2008
5938. This Town Our Town Now And Then 8/4/2009
5939. Is It Racism 9/10/2014
5940. Oyster Shanty 10/8/2014
5941. God And The Threat Of Free Thinking 10/5/2014
5942. I'M In Love With You 9/7/2014
5943. Capitalism Left Unchecked 10/16/2014
5944. The Formula To Success 11/1/2014
5945. False Pride 3/16/2014
5946. Phoenix (Haiku) 5/1/2014
5947. Inbetween Night Day Will Come 6/29/2014
5948. Evolution 7/24/2014
5949. Secrets Hidden By The Side Of The Road 7/25/2014
5950. Girls Getting Dumped, It Feels Like 11/19/2014
5951. American Rule Of Law 11/25/2014
5952. Resistance To Change 11/26/2014
5953. The Girls And Their Peep Hole 1/28/2015
5954. Isis And American Corrections 2/14/2015
5955. Pearl 7/10/2009
5956. The Rabbit 7/29/2009
5957. Chess Justina's Roses 6/28/2009
5958. The Object 7/6/2009
5959. Again A Black Robed Tree 8/25/2009
5960. Tree Climbing 8/5/2009

Comments about James McLain

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

    Agree with your thoughts.

    28 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.

Loves,
loving ...

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

Pole To Pole

In the dark of night at the speed of light from edge to edge.
Such beings can stretch out of sight from side to side.
Knowing now what they now know leaves this our God,
A flock asleep when sheep we numbered are.
White feathers cover,
Countless star's each pin of light is flowing down that wraps
Us in his misty colored veil.

Decades pass,

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