James McLain

Gold Star - 41,683 Points [is It poetry] (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

James McLain Poems

6441. Low Hanging Fruit 11/16/2014
6442. Love And Risk 2/9/2015
6443. Cop Killers And Killer Cops 12/21/2014
6444. About Growing Old 7/23/2015
6445. Why Do Some People Still Believe In God 8/10/2015
6446. When Mental Illness Becomes Dangerous 5/10/2015
6447. The War On Drug's 1/30/2016
6448. My Fellow Poem Hunter Poet's 1/8/2016
6449. Tornado (Haiku) 12/4/2015
6450. A Rose Once It's Picked 12/29/2015
6451. Was She Weak Or Was I Strong 11/27/2015
6452. Do Not Pretend To Know Me 8/18/2015
6453. Dreams That Are Deep, You I Know 11/1/2015
6454. Trivial And Trite 8/16/2015
6455. Police Officer's Say 8/14/2015
6456. Darkness At The Edge Of The Alligator Farm 9/7/2015
6457. I Cannot Make Her Come Any Faster 5/19/2017
6458. If Death Is Kind To Me 5/11/2017
6459. When The Moon Is Covered In Snow 4/6/2017
6460. How Does A Good Modern Poet Survive 2/26/2017
6461. Why Do Some Poets Stay Hidden 1/29/2018
6462. Sleep Is The Thief Of Time 11/5/2017
6463. When, Will It Rain 12/7/2016
6464. The Last Kiss Before Midnight 11/19/2017
6465. Into That Gentle Night 10/29/2017
6466. How Do I Know You Still Love Me 10/23/2017
6467. Enlightenment 10/12/2017
6468. Hold Me Here 8/16/2017
6469. Love Is Far So Far Away 10/6/2017
6470. The Bum And The Rocket Man 9/26/2017
6471. Knowing You Well Left A Hole In My Heart 8/6/2017
6472. Dominion Death Shall Have 6/27/2017
6473. Bright Stars In A Southern Sky 12/10/2016
6474. Watching His Head Go In 12/8/2016
6475. Translucent Panties 11/27/2016
6476. The Sexual Predator 11/21/2016
6477. ) Wedged Is The Hip Splitter ( 11/15/2016
6478. I'm Insane But What Of You 11/14/2016
6479. Incarceration Through The Eye's Of Your Guilty Child 1/1/2016
6480. Lip's My Lip's Like Yours Have Kissed 11/10/2016

Comments about James McLain

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

    Agree with your thoughts.

    28 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.

loving ...

Read the full of She Is Afraid, He Is Tired..

A Single Tear

Eternity made inside to grow
singular shape to know
duct of the salt rolls from
this flesh cured spectrum
emotions all do taste
you grow.

Many are the tears that
formed upon your face.

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