James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

721. At Tops Tip 4/13/2009
722. I Quiver When You Talk 4/14/2009
723. I See You Yet You See Me Not 4/14/2009
724. You Quiver Me Watching You Walk 4/14/2009
725. Today Another Mental Illness Day 4/14/2009
726. It Really Is O.K. I Like Being Abused~~~snivel~~do You To 4/14/2009
727. If She Knew That Stand 4/14/2009
728. Yea, He Is Well...You Know 4/14/2009
729. At The Top 4/14/2009
730. I Simply March On To You 4/14/2009
731. Upside Down Rightside Up Cake Pie... 4/14/2009
732. Poo Uturned It In Used 4/14/2009
733. She Said I'M Nuts Well She's 4/14/2009
734. Bracketing's At Sacks Her Store It Is 4/14/2009
735. If You Think That Ain'T Natural..Try Some Of This Each Day...Bi Or Gay....Just...Tri 4/15/2009
736. Other Stars 4/15/2009
737. Always Your Darkness Inside I See 4/15/2009
738. Snivels Reward 4/15/2009
739. How May I Best Serve You 4/15/2009
740. If You Think That Ain'T Natural..Try This... 4/8/2009
741. You Manipulate My Mind With Names Of You 4/15/2009
742. Shut Up Is Language Sinking My Ship So Is A Dry Sea.. 4/15/2009
743. They All Wait Watching With More Than Eyes 4/15/2009
744. Are You A Good Wife 4/15/2009
745. Forgive Me All Your Sins 4/15/2009
746. It Is A Drive By 4/15/2009
747. Gotcha 4/15/2009
748. No More Miracles 4/15/2009
749. Of Course I Eat Raw Oysters 4/16/2009
750. Your Gun 4/16/2009
751. Snow Flake Each One Sought 4/16/2009
752. I Know You Are The Last Woman On Earth But 4/16/2009
753. What To Do With It 4/16/2009
754. Talking Bird A Gossip Tup Of Tea 4/16/2009
755. Even If You Do Know 4/16/2009
756. Honey In My Oatmeal 4/16/2009
757. I Know~snivel~ 4/16/2009
758. You Confessed 4/16/2009
759. Alligator Trapher 4/16/2009
760. Once Removed Twice In Sight 4/15/2009

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..

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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