James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

6281. Communist Lips 2/10/2010
6282. A Caged Birds 2/10/2010
6283. Thy Kiss 2/9/2010
6284. Your Part Of A Hand 2/8/2010
6285. My Earliest Memory Of My Vagina, Is 6/30/2011
6286. Kiss By Kiss 7/10/2011
6287. Wide And Straight The Road 7/6/2011
6288. .................After Love 7/13/2011
6289. Dream We Dream 7/19/2011
6290. Partial-Birth Abortion 7/17/2011
6291. Wind The World The Sea 5/19/2010
6292. My First Love 4/23/2011
6293. Full Penetration 9/16/2011
6294. I Wanted Only You 9/3/2011
6295. A Simple Concept 11/10/2011
6296. Two Constant Nymphs 9/28/2011
6297. Stefanie Let Me Show You Something 9/27/2011
6298. Paranoia 11/29/2013
6299. Take Me Home 7/16/2013
6300. Rise Of The Fallen 7/5/2013
6301. Spirit Leaf - The Swing 7/15/2013
6302. Heaven Within Reach 6/22/2013
6303. Sing To Me 6/22/2013
6304. The Odds Were Never In Your Favor 1/27/2014
6305. Flattery Is Emulation 2/16/2014
6306. Green The Vine 12/30/2013
6307. It Happened Only Once 12/20/2013
6308. A Death-Bed 7/4/2013
6309. ....... When, Lilly Kisses Rose 7/7/2013
6310. On The Full Moon 2/28/2013
6311. In The Storm Of Roses 6/16/2013
6312. Freedom Is Not Free 6/15/2013
6313. I Belong 9/14/2012
6314. Verticle I Wish To Be 2/27/2012
6315. Whit Undeclared * 12/9/2008
6316. Blessed Are The Mothers* 12/9/2008
6317. It Just Kills Me* 12/10/2008
6318. Black And Pink* 12/9/2008
6319. Flip Of A Swith * 12/8/2008
6320. Anxiously * 12/8/2008

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..

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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