James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

6641. She Is Red, Instead Of Pink 5/17/2009
6642. Booty A (Haiku) 9/10/2014
6643. I Am So Fat 10/23/2009
6644. Isis 9/3/2014
6645. Revenge A (Haiku) 9/5/2014
6646. Letter's From The Sky 1/28/2018
6647. Sara Teasdale # 15 1/4/2017
6648. The Screaming Bitch 11/13/2016
6649. Extraterrestrial And Human D.N.A. 12/26/2017
6650. He Wandered There A Lonely Man 10/22/2009
6651. Did You Even Know 10/5/2009
6652. Passion Face A Mirrors Mask 6/28/2009
6653. I Do Not Eat Fancy 6/18/2009
6654. Good Teacher Bad Teacher 6/18/2009
6655. Yes Woman, May I Come 6/8/2009
6656. I Dance, In Sound, Your Mind..Is Music 5/14/2009
6657. Try To Understand A Little More 3/24/2009
6658. ' Nature ' Is What We See 7/7/2013
6659. Despair A Song Of 7/29/2013
6660. Crimson Loves And Shadow Girls 10/26/2011
6661. Crimson Love 9/27/2011
6662. Dream Catchers 6/27/2013
6663. For A Teacher 12/22/2008
6664. Death Married Death In Death 4/29/2009
6665. Castles Of The Sand 12/18/2008
6666. Sex Without Love 8/23/2009
6667. I Grow, I Grow, 'While' I Watch 'You' 11/22/2009
6668. Syria 6/17/2013
6669. 'Dear' Moon 11/25/2009
6670. ............'Any Thing That Cost You Nothing' 11/8/2009
6671. Deep Within You Dream 8/15/2009
6672. My One Conceit 8/29/2009
6673. When Lily Kisses Rose. 9/2/2009
6674. Emo Gurl 6/7/2009
6675. Dreams Of.. Picasso And Dali... 4/26/2009
6676. My Rose 5/8/2009
6677. Why Does She Still Want To Hurt Me 4/8/2009
6678. It Is A Secret Is It Inside My Head...It Is 4/6/2009
6679. I Was Raised By A Colored Maid 12/14/2014
6680. In Pursuit Of Happiness 8/20/2009

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..

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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