James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

5961. Making Butter 7/27/2011
5962. Tell All The Truth But Tell It Slant 8/16/2011
5963. Brown Eyes 8/24/2011
5964. Haiku -The Empty Flute 9/3/2011
5965. Stamens And Pistil 9/1/2011
5966. Magic Wand 9/23/2011
5967. Submissive 9/20/2011
5968. Her Heart His Love 11/1/2011
5969. On Being Tired 11/18/2011
5970. Red Pearls And Teals 2/3/2010
5971. Little D' Dark Angel 1/28/2010
5972. A Beautiful Woman 2/4/2010
5973. Blue Berries Blue 2/17/2010
5974. She The Oceans Silence 2/12/2010
5975. Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder) Is It Perhaps 2/20/2010
5976. She Smiles Then Stands 2/19/2010
5977. Man In The Moon 3/6/2010
5978. And Shimmer In Posies 3/13/2010
5979. When I Touch It 3/15/2010
5980. Passover 3/31/2010
5981. Overwhelmed 4/2/2010
5982. Brotherhood 5/3/2010
5983. Tu Fu A Map 5/13/2010
5984. Lactating Daughter 5/13/2010
5985. Under The Grass 5/17/2010
5986. Vigilance And Bellicosity 4/28/2010
5987. To My Uncle 5/23/2010
5988. Screwdriver 5/24/2010
5989. When Dawn Comes 6/5/2010
5990. The Albatross 7/26/2010
5991. A Touching Poem 8/16/2010
5992. Squaters Have Rights, ' Beings Have 9/9/2010
5993. Georgas, Gray 9/24/2010
5994. In My Hands 8/18/2010
5995. New Age 10/12/2010
5996. Being Touched 10/20/2010
5997. Depression And Schizophrenia‏ 9/29/2010
5998. Sting Of The Sting Ray 11/4/2010
5999. Bee, ' Little Busy 11/4/2010
6000. Caught, Between The Lines 2/1/2011

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..

Face Of The Poor *

Of all our children.
Dirt scuffed face America has some.
Late night Sally Struthers infomercial.
Compassion of the old in their time of need.
Helping in the wide open homeless shelter.
Bread from their mouths for the young.
Picture the views.
You helped to make.
Words stir the pot of no news.

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