James McLain

Gold Star - 41,653 Points [is It poetry] (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

James McLain Poems

6681. My Rose 5/8/2009
6682. Why Does She Still Want To Hurt Me 4/8/2009
6683. It Is A Secret Is It Inside My Head...It Is 4/6/2009
6684. I Was Raised By A Colored Maid 12/14/2014
6685. In Pursuit Of Happiness 8/20/2009
6686. In The End Its 12/15/2008
6687. 'She' Is As The 'Moon' Light 12/4/2009
6688. I Want To Kiss That Girls Lips 8/1/2009
6689. How He Made You Cry 7/14/2009
6690. Death To All The Adults Who Beat Me When I Was Little 4/19/2009
6691. My Crime Wuz You 5/5/2009
6692. 🍴🍴 The Butcher 🍴🍴 The Conclusion 12/18/2016
6693. Ameri>can Sods Are Sexuality 5/13/2009
6694. I'M Just Like You When Blue 5/21/2009
6695. A Raisin In The Sun 6/22/2009
6696. Literature 5/12/2011
6697. I Am, Only One, Like You 5/17/2009
6698. Why I Love 'You ''The Lady'' 9/10/2009
6699. How It Shakes Me 5/17/2011
6700. A(I) 'Words, 5/7/2009
6701. Wildwood # 2 8/9/2018
6702. Murder And More Murder, Sex, Rock'N Roll And Drugs 1/20/2014
6703. Humming Bird Song 11/18/2010
6704. By My Murder 2/25/2010
6705. It Is Why She Is So Beautiful 3/14/2010
6706. Daffodils 7/2/2015
6707. Suicide Is An Option And Why 6/12/2018
6708. Mine Was But A Thought 2/6/2010
6709. Cutting, Pain And Blood 8/22/2010
6710. .....................I Can Not Stay 7/18/2010
6711. At Sea, ' I Could Love One Sky 6/29/2010
6712. Lust 6/24/2009
6713. Flirt...Then..Or..Not...Or Run Run Far Away.. 4/24/2009
6714. Coming, 'I Come Again 5/15/2010
6715. Being Called, I See 2/27/2010
6716. The Stigma Of Mental Illness 7/29/2013
6717. Even Though, ' I Am Only A Man 8/8/2010
6718. And Dreaming She Conquered Some Mountain 8/13/2009
6719. Pink Roses 5/19/2009
6720. Abba (Father) 11/28/2010

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..

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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