James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

6441. Why Do Some People Still Believe In God 8/10/2015
6442. Grand Pa Pa Dad And Uncle Del Roy 6/3/2015
6443. Being Last You Were First 8/10/2015
6444. Police Officer's Say 8/14/2015
6445. Do Not Pretend To Know Me 8/18/2015
6446. Trivial And Trite 8/16/2015
6447. Darkness At The Edge Of The Alligator Farm 9/7/2015
6448. The War On Drug's 1/30/2016
6449. A Rose Once It's Picked 12/29/2015
6450. Tornado (Haiku) 12/4/2015
6451. Was She Weak Or Was I Strong 11/27/2015
6452. Dreams That Are Deep, You I Know 11/1/2015
6453. Bright Stars In A Southern Sky 12/10/2016
6454. When The Moon Is Covered In Snow 4/6/2017
6455. Dominion Death Shall Have 6/27/2017
6456. If Death Is Kind To Me 5/11/2017
6457. How Does A Good Modern Poet Survive 2/26/2017
6458. Sleep Is The Thief Of Time 11/5/2017
6459. When, Will It Rain 12/7/2016
6460. The Last Kiss Before Midnight 11/19/2017
6461. You Will Forget Me 2/14/2018
6462. Enlightenment 10/12/2017
6463. Into That Gentle Night 10/29/2017
6464. How Do I Know You Still Love Me 10/23/2017
6465. Love Is Far So Far Away 10/6/2017
6466. The Bum And The Rocket Man 9/26/2017
6467. Hold Me Here 8/16/2017
6468. I Cannot Make Her Come Any Faster 5/19/2017
6469. Knowing You Well Left A Hole In My Heart 8/6/2017
6470. Watching His Head Go In 12/8/2016
6471. ) Wedged Is The Hip Splitter ( 11/15/2016
6472. Translucent Panties 11/27/2016
6473. The Sexual Predator 11/21/2016
6474. I'm Insane But What Of You 11/14/2016
6475. Incarceration Through The Eye's Of Your Guilty Child 1/1/2016
6476. Sara Teasdale - I Am Not Yours 11/12/2016
6477. Lip's My Lip's Like Yours Have Kissed 11/10/2016
6478. Alone I To Need Your Love 11/9/2016
6479. Before The Big Bang 7/27/2016
6480. Lost In My Sand Box 7/31/2016

Comments about James McLain

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

    Agree with your thoughts.

    26 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.

Loves,
loving ...

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

Face Of The Poor *

Of all our children.
Dirt scuffed face America has some.
Late night Sally Struthers infomercial.
Compassion of the old in their time of need.
Helping in the wide open homeless shelter.
Bread from their mouths for the young.
Picture the views.
You helped to make.
Words stir the pot of no news.

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