James McLain

Gold Star - 40,958 Points [is It poetry] (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

James McLain Poems

6281. Dna 12/18/2008
6282. I Called You 12/19/2008
6283. Stormy Eye 12/18/2008
6284. It(S Even Harder Being 2 Smart 3/17/2009
6285. Your Shadow Will I Keep 3/16/2009
6286. You Finally 12/22/2008
6287. Try To Understand 3/20/2009
6288. My Secret~of 12/23/2008
6289. Living In A Speck 12/24/2008
6290. Toast For Mix~ 12/24/2008
6291. When Some See) It(Others Do Not 1/22/2009
6292. I Work With Retarded Fish When I Am Not Catching People Watching Me 2/2/2009
6293. Wisdoms Way Was Wise 1/28/2009
6294. Your Words Unrifled Grace 3/21/2009
6295. Family My Ruin 4/1/2009
6296. Eye Saw Your Separation From Me 4/18/2009
6297. I Am Jealous Of Each Dropp You Sweat 4/17/2009
6298. Pretty Pink Oysters 4/18/2009
6299. I Cannot Make You Come Back It's 4/18/2009
6300. It Is Always Raining There No Wonder You Are Fickle 4/15/2009
6301. An Opinion On This 4/8/2009
6302. Zoo 3/29/2009
6303. I Can Make You Famous To 4/6/2009
6304. If She Won'T Forgive 4/8/2009
6305. Above, A Thousand Eyes 5/11/2009
6306. Yes, She Plays A Haunting, On Maleness 5/11/2009
6307. Dear Poetess, The Huntress 5/11/2009
6308. Are You, Sorry.. 5/10/2009
6309. My Boat 5/10/2009
6310. A Tear 5/6/2009
6311. Peccatori, Vincitori Sono Quello 4/29/2009
6312. Dig On Dali 4/30/2009
6313. Proof Read 4/28/2009
6314. Night Stutters 4/28/2009
6315. Your Rules Of My Pain... 4/25/2009
6316. Your Writes, .... 4/29/2009
6317. Women, Who Do, Men Do Not 5/3/2009
6318. Before You Jump 5/15/2009
6319. I Can Withdraw 5/15/2009
6320. Where I Try, To Grow... 5/15/2009

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..

Wildwood # 1

Is a secret dark place in southern Saint Petersburg.
In a dark cave weary and weak of life some are.
From the streets to here rabid like dog's the one's traumatized
Shake from the noise trapped in a dream most are.
Wildwood like an ant hill those at the top want out, we are sausage's
In the hands of a cook slaving day in and day out.
Some time's the noise comes, like a plane crash where like cord wood
The weak succumb to their weakness.
Drug's and alcohol from the mirror the seas are not

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