James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

6201. Barely Used Panties 3/8/2010
6202. A Feeding Baby 1/28/2010
6203. In Any Langauge It Is What 3/20/2010
6204. Archeology 10/30/2014
6205. Internet Trolls 10/31/2014
6206. Teacher's And Student's 10/4/2014
6207. Green Leaves 3/25/2014
6208. Why Do Innocent People Confess 3/24/2014
6209. Listen 4/25/2014
6210. The Sea Of Faith 4/26/2014
6211. Democracies Idealy Must Fail 10/21/2014
6212. The Story Of Death 9/9/2014
6213. Justice Is Questioned 8/14/2014
6214. Time Keeps Us Apart 8/5/2014
6215. Ego Of The Poet 8/5/2014
6216. Dumb Them Down Stupid People I Can'T Think 7/10/2014
6217. Hidden In The Wings Of Soft Cotton 5/22/2014
6218. Low Hanging Fruit 11/16/2014
6219. Government Must Lie To You 11/4/2014
6220. Love And Risk 2/9/2015
6221. Cop Killers And Killer Cops 12/21/2014
6222. Why Do Some People Still Believe In God 8/10/2015
6223. Grand Pa Pa Dad And Uncle Del Roy 6/3/2015
6224. When Mental Illness Becomes Dangerous 5/10/2015
6225. The War On Drug's 1/30/2016
6226. A Rose Once It's Picked 12/29/2015
6227. Tornado (Haiku) 12/4/2015
6228. Was She Weak Or Was I Strong 11/27/2015
6229. Dreams That Are Deep, You I Know 11/1/2015
6230. Darkness At The Edge Of The Alligator Farm 9/7/2015
6231. Do Not Pretend To Know Me 8/18/2015
6232. Trivial And Trite 8/16/2015
6233. Police Officer's Say 8/14/2015
6234. About Growing Old 7/23/2015
6235. Being Last You Were First 8/10/2015
6236. Incarceration Through The Eye's Of Your Guilty Child 1/1/2016
6237. Lip's My Lip's Like Yours Have Kissed 11/10/2016
6238. Sara Teasdale - I Am Not Yours 11/12/2016
6239. Alone I To Need Your Love 11/9/2016
6240. Translucent Panties 11/27/2016

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..

A Single Tear

Eternity made inside to grow
singular shape to know
duct of the salt rolls from
this flesh cured spectrum
emotions all do taste
you grow.

Many are the tears that
formed upon your face.

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