James McLain

Gold Star - 41,631 Points [is It poetry] (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

James McLain Poems

6001. And Shimmer In Posies 3/13/2010
6002. When I Touch It 3/15/2010
6003. Passover 3/31/2010
6004. Overwhelmed 4/2/2010
6005. Brotherhood 5/3/2010
6006. .............Be Distinguished 1/13/2010
6007. She Said To Love 1/12/2010
6008. 'Deforestation' 1/19/2010
6009. Grapes And Wine 1/16/2010
6010. Gossamer Shroud 12/18/2009
6011. The 'Last Milking'..Stayed 12/18/2009
6012. Milkman 12/24/2009
6013. Observations And Limits 9/20/2009
6014. Red Lips, Pink Lips, Black Lips 11/4/2009
6015. Left Over Kisses 11/18/2009
6016. Picnics 6/5/2009
6017. Advertising 6/10/2009
6018. Burn The House Down 6/17/2009
6019. She Is It's Reflection 6/15/2009
6020. She Keeps Comming Back....) Insanity 6/21/2009
6021. It's Torn Wing 6/22/2009
6022. Chess Justina's Roses 6/28/2009
6023. The Object 7/6/2009
6024. Pearl 7/10/2009
6025. The Rabbit 7/29/2009
6026. Tree Climbing 8/5/2009
6027. Again A Black Robed Tree 8/25/2009
6028. A Woman Loves Her Mirror 8/27/2009
6029. While I Waited 9/1/2009
6030. Karma 12/14/2008
6031. Weight Of Words 12/14/2008
6032. She Lays Back Down 12/18/2008
6033. Blowing Winds 12/15/2008
6034. Cruddy Poems Of Mine 12/18/2008
6035. Wiggle Wiggle ~even Pigs 3/15/2009
6036. Blue's Blue 3/17/2009
6037. As Rat Poop Fills My House 3/17/2009
6038. Tired Scared Pregnant 4/1/2009
6039. French Kiss 4/1/2009
6040. Practice In Practice Is 4/12/2009

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.

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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