James McLain

Gold Star - 41,579 Points [is It poetry] (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

James McLain Poems

6121. Pheromones 8/18/2011
6122. A Drop Of Blood 6/22/2013
6123. The Gun 4/9/2012
6124. When I Have Fear 1/6/2012
6125. On Bullying 2/21/2013
6126. Make Me See Green Leaves 2/14/2013
6127. To Whom It May Concern 1/13/2014
6128. As The Pearl Is For The Oyster 12/28/2013
6129. Iowa 11/4/2014
6130. Her Stalker 10/5/2014
6131. The Decline Of Competent Mental Health In Florida's Prison's 11/2/2014
6132. Going Mad 7/30/2014
6133. Being Grateful 3/2/2014
6134. Held Back 3/8/2015
6135. The Judicial System And The Poor 2/16/2015
6136. The Armed Forces 11/21/2013
6137. No More Tree's A Short Essay 5/11/2014
6138. Mental Health Issues 4/3/2014
6139. Blue Waffles 4/15/2014
6140. Russian Gays Are The American Sex Offender's 10/4/2014
6141. The Umbrella Revolution -A.K.A. - Corporation 10/3/2014
6142. Risk 2/7/2015
6143. Wolf Packs And Lone Wolves 1/9/2015
6144. Shirley Temple Black 2/11/2014
6145. A Cat Has Died 7/9/2013
6146. A Good Pone Hunter 2/7/2013
6147. Kill Them All 1/19/2013
6148. A Dirty Old Man 7/4/2013
6149. Listen To The Rain 7/7/2013
6150. When I Was Homeless In Clearwater Florida 3/28/2013
6151. Temptation 8/16/2011
6152. Walt Witman 1861 10/1/2011
6153. Where The Side Walk Ends, 'The Moon, Evening And Stars 6/15/2010
6154. On Sharing A Wife 8/23/2010
6155. Song Of Number Five 3/14/2010
6156. Colonoscopy 3/26/2010
6157. A Grave Digger 1/5/2010
6158. The 'Happy' Porn Star 12/5/2009
6159. Solitary Confinement 11/17/2009
6160. Private Room 12/21/2009

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..

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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