James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

41. A(It) I (It) 12/11/2008
42. School Never Ends If Your Over Twenty One 12/12/2008
43. I Stay Hidden 12/12/2008
44. They Gather Patiently I Wait 12/11/2008
45. All Gather Patiently As She Waits 12/11/2008
46. Skrunge Bob Square Pants 12/12/2008
47. Choice 12/12/2008
48. Free My Soul To Roam 12/12/2008
49. Z Poo Singer 12/12/2008
50. Feel The Bleet To (It) 12/12/2008
51. Queen For Life And 1 Day 12/12/2008
52. Z Poo Returns 12/12/2008
53. Playing In The Rain 12/12/2008
54. Oysters Pink As Skies Dawn 12/12/2008
55. Why Not Wolves 12/12/2008
56. Frozen Out Of (It) ..>>: :) 12/12/2008
57. Kept In The Cave 1 12/12/2008
58. Sleeping With You 12/12/2008
59. Kept In The Cave 2 12/12/2008
60. Z Poo Conveys 12/12/2008
61. Stimulation 12/12/2008
62. Queens Mummy 12/12/2008
63. Viscosity 12/12/2008
64. AЛ а в Л а т в и и в Ugly V Beauty 12/13/2008
65. Z Poo Bate 12/13/2008
66. Edge Of Forever 12/13/2008
67. Sleeping 12/13/2008
68. Have I 12/13/2008
69. I Canna 12/13/2008
70. Z Poo Trembles On A String 12/13/2008
71. Sleeping With The Enemy 12/13/2008
72. Blank Page No Ink 12/13/2008
73. Fling In Your Park * 12/13/2008
74. P.H. Unseen 12/13/2008
75. Turning Heads 12/13/2008
76. Silly Notes 12/13/2008
77. Under Speed 12/13/2008
78. I Drilled A Hole In Yourhead 12/13/2008
79. No Eye 12/13/2008
80. Hitcha Ride Then 12/13/2008

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.

loving ...

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

C*taking Turns *

Short of wind your breath belies
the dragging of your heal in
dust we trust.

Sweat dried sand to face
scoured fresh blush the
wind has made
to know.

Wind lifts my arms to take
from you this gift is
precious so.

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