James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

6121. The Gun 4/9/2012
6122. When I Have Fear 1/6/2012
6123. Make Me See Green Leaves 2/14/2013
6124. On Bullying 2/21/2013
6125. As The Pearl Is For The Oyster 12/28/2013
6126. To Whom It May Concern 1/13/2014
6127. Iowa 11/4/2014
6128. The Decline Of Competent Mental Health In Florida's Prison's 11/2/2014
6129. Her Stalker 10/5/2014
6130. Going Mad 7/30/2014
6131. Being Grateful 3/2/2014
6132. Held Back 3/8/2015
6133. No More Tree's A Short Essay 5/11/2014
6134. Mental Health Issues 4/3/2014
6135. Blue Waffles 4/15/2014
6136. Russian Gays Are The American Sex Offender's 10/4/2014
6137. The Umbrella Revolution -A.K.A. - Corporation 10/3/2014
6138. Wolf Packs And Lone Wolves 1/9/2015
6139. Risk 2/7/2015
6140. The Judicial System And The Poor 2/16/2015
6141. Shirley Temple Black 2/11/2014
6142. The Armed Forces 11/21/2013
6143. A Good Pone Hunter 2/7/2013
6144. Kill Them All 1/19/2013
6145. When I Was Homeless In Clearwater Florida 3/28/2013
6146. Listen To The Rain 7/7/2013
6147. A Dirty Old Man 7/4/2013
6148. A Cat Has Died 7/9/2013
6149. Temptation 8/16/2011
6150. Walt Witman 1861 10/1/2011
6151. Song Of Number Five 3/14/2010
6152. Colonoscopy 3/26/2010
6153. Where The Side Walk Ends, 'The Moon, Evening And Stars 6/15/2010
6154. On Sharing A Wife 8/23/2010
6155. You Think Me A Redneck In Love Letters 3/25/2009
6156. Quivering Mass Of Protoplasm 3/18/2009
6157. She's Adrift With Adult Scurvy 4/16/2009
6158. Remorsefully Without Conscious I Will Tell 4/18/2009
6159. Poo Toots To Poot 4/18/2009
6160. Bulimia 4/24/2009

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..

Heart In Oak *

Such as does repose
fine grain.

Polished surface gained
thus by feel.

Soul of a giant
lays within.

Bowing Gently
in the breeze.

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