James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

6321. Confined My 'Love' She Did 12/7/2009
6322. All Because 1/12/2010
6323. Limits -Of- My Poetry 1/14/2010
6324. Eighth Wonder A Woman 1/20/2010
6325. Moonlit Night 12/29/2009
6326. How Handsome Is One Toe 10/4/2009
6327. With Each Gentle Squeeze 9/19/2009
6328. And Parting Two Leaves 9/26/2009
6329. And The Toe Above Me 9/23/2009
6330. When You Became Mad I Knew 10/7/2009
6331. And Are You A Nun 9/24/2009
6332. I Want Too Die A Simple Death 10/16/2009
6333. 'Quiver Full' 11/11/2009
6334. Each Neurotic Blink, You Think 11/10/2009
6335. 'Dear' If I Could 11/21/2009
6336. And Each Bottom Button 10/23/2009
6337. Second Chance 10/25/2009
6338. When Will It Rain 10/20/2009
6339. The Woman Who Runs The Fruit Stand 10/18/2009
6340. When I Was In That White Washed House 10/18/2009
6341. I Awake Too Sleep 11/4/2009
6342. Each Glory Hole You Hide 11/3/2009
6343. Over And Over And Over 11/7/2009
6344. One Long Moment 6/17/2009
6345. Free Poem Burgers New Cars 6/19/2009
6346. It Is Thoughts Of It Is All 6/19/2009
6347. It Is In Thought With You That I Am 6/19/2009
6348. Is It Sometimes It Is 6/19/2009
6349. Life Is Yes 6/12/2009
6350. Moon Watch 6/21/2009
6351. I Have A Friend Here 6/23/2009
6352. Smiles Where Do They Come From 6/23/2009
6353. Poem Garden 6/25/2009
6354. Master The Flower 6/25/2009
6355. Her River Of Stones 6/24/2009
6356. It's To Foggy 6/27/2009
6357. It Hides It 6/26/2009
6358. When The Wind Moans Moon 6/27/2009
6359. Bi Polars What Is It Really Like 6/29/2009
6360. The Woman In You 7/2/2009

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.

Loves,
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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