James McLain

Gold Star - 41,654 Points [is It poetry] (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

James McLain Poems

6241. Communist Lips 2/10/2010
6242. A Caged Birds 2/10/2010
6243. Thy Kiss 2/9/2010
6244. Your Part Of A Hand 2/8/2010
6245. Staining My Window 3/31/2010
6246. Before The Storm 5/6/2010
6247. Again, If I Become A Highwayman 5/5/2010
6248. Lily 'shuns' The Rose 12/17/2009
6249. Five Sisters 12/25/2009
6250. Dignity In Death 11/30/2009
6251. Confined My 'Love' She Did 12/7/2009
6252. Why I Wait 12/15/2009
6253. I Did It There, 'Because You Liked It' 12/14/2009
6254. All Because 1/12/2010
6255. Limits -Of- My Poetry 1/14/2010
6256. Eighth Wonder A Woman 1/20/2010
6257. Moonlit Night 12/29/2009
6258. How Handsome Is One Toe 10/4/2009
6259. And Parting Two Leaves 9/26/2009
6260. With Each Gentle Squeeze 9/19/2009
6261. And The Toe Above Me 9/23/2009
6262. The Woman Who Runs The Fruit Stand 10/18/2009
6263. When I Was In That White Washed House 10/18/2009
6264. I Want Too Die A Simple Death 10/16/2009
6265. When You Became Mad I Knew 10/7/2009
6266. And Are You A Nun 9/24/2009
6267. 'Dear' If I Could 11/21/2009
6268. 'Quiver Full' 11/11/2009
6269. And Each Bottom Button 10/23/2009
6270. When Will It Rain 10/20/2009
6271. Second Chance 10/25/2009
6272. I Awake Too Sleep 11/4/2009
6273. Over And Over And Over 11/7/2009
6274. Each Neurotic Blink, You Think 11/10/2009
6275. Each Glory Hole You Hide 11/3/2009
6276. It Is In Thought With You That I Am 6/19/2009
6277. Is It Sometimes It Is 6/19/2009
6278. Life Is Yes 6/12/2009
6279. One Long Moment 6/17/2009
6280. Smiles Where Do They Come From 6/23/2009

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.

loving ...

Read the full of She Is Afraid, He Is Tired..

Pole To Pole

In the dark of night at the speed of light from edge to edge.
Such beings can stretch out of sight from side to side.
Knowing now what they now know leaves this our God,
A flock asleep when sheep we numbered are.
White feathers cover,
Countless star's each pin of light is flowing down that wraps
Us in his misty colored veil.

Decades pass,

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