James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

6161. No More Tree's A Short Essay 5/11/2014
6162. Mental Health Issues 4/3/2014
6163. Blue Waffles 4/15/2014
6164. Russian Gays Are The American Sex Offender's 10/4/2014
6165. The Umbrella Revolution -A.K.A. - Corporation 10/3/2014
6166. Risk 2/7/2015
6167. Wolf Packs And Lone Wolves 1/9/2015
6168. The Judicial System And The Poor 2/16/2015
6169. Jumping *out Of Airplanes Without* A Parachute 12/16/2008
6170. Children Speak To Children Do You 2/6/2010
6171. Commerce My Friends 3/12/2010
6172. Evony 3/19/2010
6173. Climbing Trees 7/2/2010
6174. Girls Who Are Boy's Who Want Boy's To Be Girls 11/28/2011
6175. Summer Camp 8/31/2011
6176. On The Death Of Your Brother 8/29/2011
6177. Nasty Boy 9/21/2011
6178. The Next Door Room 9/16/2011
6179. With Your Lips 5/19/2011
6180. Nasty Girl 8/7/2011
6181. ............. Modesty 7/3/2013
6182. Leadership 7/20/2013
6183. Drama Queen 12/10/2008
6184. The Rim Of Green 3/14/2009
6185. The, Keyhole 5/8/2009
6186. My Name Is 4/20/2009
6187. Erotic-Asphyxia 12/19/2009
6188. Push And Pull 11/14/2009
6189. Inside The Box 9/30/2009
6190. Sea World 6/18/2009
6191. Tolerance And Diversity 2/16/2015
6192. God, Guns, Grits And Gravy 2/10/2015
6193. A Cloud Turns It's Face To Me 2/12/2015
6194. Religion Fanatical 11/29/2014
6195. Scary Man In The Door Way 8/6/2014
6196. Archeology 10/30/2014
6197. Internet Trolls 10/31/2014
6198. Teacher's And Student's 10/4/2014
6199. Green Leaves 3/25/2014
6200. Sheriff Grady Judd, Polk County Florida 11/21/2013

Comments about James McLain

  • Carol Carter Carol Carter (2/4/2015 12:12:00 AM)

    Agree with your thoughts.

    26 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..

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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