James McLain

Gold Star - 41,704 Points [is It poetry] (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

James McLain Poems

6321. A Tear 5/6/2009
6322. Dig On Dali 4/30/2009
6323. Before You Jump 5/15/2009
6324. I Can Withdraw 5/15/2009
6325. It Is, Only For You, To Decide 5/16/2009
6326. A Negative 5/18/2009
6327. Is, Glass To Me, In The Pain, It Flecks It's Payne 5/17/2009
6328. Backwards, Into You 5/13/2009
6329. Where I Try, To Grow... 5/15/2009
6330. It Is Just, A Small Thing 5/7/2009
6331. A Swines Love, Is Cuckoo 5/14/2009
6332. My Key 5/15/2009
6333. So Much Kindness 5/23/2009
6334. I Will Climb Down, To You..And Wait.. 5/14/2009
6335. Ph Poem Trics Backed Out 5/21/2009
6336. In You, It Is So Very Heavy... 5/21/2009
6337. A Thread Shed To Many 5/23/2009
6338. Her, Knowledge Guides Me, Best 5/24/2009
6339. I Peek Into Anothers Window 5/28/2009
6340. The Sea Is Full Of Nuts 5/26/2009
6341. Tired In A Small Circle, It Is * 5/29/2009
6342. Pink Is Her Turtle 5/29/2009
6343. Auricles Loves It's Midsummer Dream 5/29/2009
6344. Tric Apart My Art 5/30/2009
6345. One Long Moment 6/17/2009
6346. Free Poem Burgers New Cars 6/19/2009
6347. It Is Thoughts Of It Is All 6/19/2009
6348. It Is In Thought With You That I Am 6/19/2009
6349. Is It Sometimes It Is 6/19/2009
6350. Life Is Yes 6/12/2009
6351. Moon Watch 6/21/2009
6352. I Have A Friend Here 6/23/2009
6353. Smiles Where Do They Come From 6/23/2009
6354. Poem Garden 6/25/2009
6355. Master The Flower 6/25/2009
6356. Her River Of Stones 6/24/2009
6357. It's To Foggy 6/27/2009
6358. It Hides It 6/26/2009
6359. When The Wind Moans Moon 6/27/2009
6360. Bi Polars What Is It Really Like 6/29/2009

Comments about James McLain

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

    Agree with your thoughts.

    28 person liked.
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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..

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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