James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

6241. Lost In My Sand Box 7/31/2016
6242. Amongst The Dead I'm Home 8/1/2016
6243. Yellow Lizard Blue's 6/22/2016
6244. My Fellow Poem Hunter Poet's 1/8/2016
6245. The Sum Of All Knowledge 4/10/2016
6246. I Cannot Make Her Come Any Faster 5/19/2017
6247. If Death Is Kind To Me 5/11/2017
6248. When The Moon Is Covered In Snow 4/6/2017
6249. Bright Stars In A Southern Sky 12/10/2016
6250. Watching His Head Go In 12/8/2016
6251. How Does A Good Modern Poet Survive 2/26/2017
6252. You Will Forget Me 2/14/2018
6253. The Last Kiss Before Midnight 11/19/2017
6254. Into That Gentle Night 10/29/2017
6255. How Do I Know You Still Love Me 10/23/2017
6256. Enlightenment 10/12/2017
6257. Hold Me Here 8/16/2017
6258. Love Is Far So Far Away 10/6/2017
6259. The Bum And The Rocket Man 9/26/2017
6260. Knowing You Well Left A Hole In My Heart 8/6/2017
6261. Dominion Death Shall Have 6/27/2017
6262. Milk It For All It's Worth 10/26/2018
6263. Selflessness 10/21/2018
6264. Wildwood # 4 8/18/2018
6265. Why Do Some Poets Stay Hidden 1/29/2018
6266. I Am In Need Of Your Love 5/14/2018
6267. When, Will It Rain 12/7/2016
6268. Sleep Is The Thief Of Time 11/5/2017
6269. A Small Masterpiece 12/26/2017
6270. Religion And Science 3/2/2018
6271. Higher Grammatical Complexity 3/3/2018
6272. Haiku - You 5/17/2010
6273. Love And Alcohol 7/13/2010
6274. Sexy Is Sexy, ' Watching You 9/16/2010
6275. Staining My Window 3/31/2010
6276. Again, If I Become A Highwayman 5/5/2010
6277. Before The Storm 5/6/2010
6278. Communist Lips 2/10/2010
6279. A Caged Birds 2/10/2010
6280. Your Part Of A Hand 2/8/2010

Comments about James McLain

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

    Agree with your thoughts.

    27 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..

Selflessness

More of that from me you've had than I and
Discerned of mind, no more to me by you is said.

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