James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

5961. Trinity To Love 5/22/2011
5962. Dearest Of All Your Dear's 6/23/2011
5963. Shear Negleck Of Some I Do 4/30/2012
5964. Treatment-Resistant Depression 4/16/2012
5965. Lance Armstrong 1/18/2013
5966. No More Sorrow 5/10/2013
5967. The First Time I Was Raped In Prison It Was Not The Last 4/27/2013
5968. The Sea It Calls 4/27/2013
5969. Children Wishing 6/22/2013
5970. Exile 7/7/2013
5971. Anthony Wiener 7/25/2013
5972. The Magic Box 7/16/2013
5973. Robert Louis Stevenson 7/15/2013
5974. Death In Battle 7/3/2013
5975. Sea Magic Words 7/14/2013
5976. Vision - Execution = Hallucinations 12/22/2013
5977. Perfect Vagina 12/28/2013
5978. Dreams-Flying Dreams 2/6/2014
5979. Short Four Lines 2/7/2014
5980. Ode To Caroline 2/14/2014
5981. New Age 10/12/2010
5982. Being Touched 10/20/2010
5983. Depression And Schizophrenia‏ 9/29/2010
5984. Sting Of The Sting Ray 11/4/2010
5985. Bee, ' Little Busy 11/4/2010
5986. Moon Reflects The Sea 11/16/2010
5987. Modest Thing 4/19/2011
5988. Caught, Between The Lines 2/1/2011
5989. How To Eat A Peach 4/27/2011
5990. Tu Fu A Map 5/13/2010
5991. Lactating Daughter 5/13/2010
5992. Under The Grass 5/17/2010
5993. Vigilance And Bellicosity 4/28/2010
5994. To My Uncle 5/23/2010
5995. Screwdriver 5/24/2010
5996. When Dawn Comes 6/5/2010
5997. The Albatross 7/26/2010
5998. A Touching Poem 8/16/2010
5999. Squaters Have Rights, ' Beings Have 9/9/2010
6000. Georgas, Gray 9/24/2010

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.

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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