James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

761. Once Removed Twice In Sight 4/15/2009
762. A Unknown 4/15/2009
763. Blackened Red Blood 4/16/2009
764. Mouth Gives Thanx 4/16/2009
765. I Kept Your Hand When You Died 4/17/2009
766. I Cannot Wait For Death 4/17/2009
767. Your Laundry(Green) Kinda Smells 4/17/2009
768. Yes, I Did It... 4/17/2009
769. Pink Alligator Shoes 4/17/2009
770. Ambidextrous 4/17/2009
771. Abuse Him Some More 4/17/2009
772. Hurry Up, And Hold This 4/17/2009
773. Mums New Necklace 4/18/2009
774. Please Shut Up 4/18/2009
775. Xanax In A Straw 4/18/2009
776. I Can'T Hear You..So Die 4/18/2009
777. I Thought You Jumped Already 4/16/2009
778. She Has Some Corn Write On Her Bottom Lip 4/17/2009
779. It Is Oak...Troll Is With Me.... 4/17/2009
780. Anonymously I Turned Her Over 4/18/2009
781. I Lie To You Because 4/18/2009
782. A Sneaky Hand 4/18/2009
783. Snivel Lits Do Snivel Off 4/18/2009
784. Yes It Is True, To True 4/18/2009
785. Jumping Up And Down I Stamp My Feet 4/20/2009
786. In Trust, Her Wish List 4/20/2009
787. P.H.Quiz......... 4/20/2009
788. I Hate Being A Frog 4/20/2009
789. Ignorance Snivels To 4/20/2009
790. Adam's Ant 4/20/2009
791. If I Go With You 4/20/2009
792. Mental Imagination Is An Eye Smelling Your Taste 4/20/2009
793. But Your Big Brown Eye Scares Me 4/20/2009
794. Wolves 4/20/2009
795. Apet Perve 4/20/2009
796. I Flipped You Over Again 4/20/2009
797. I Feel More Than Your Pain 4/20/2009
798. Fire To Ash 4/20/2009
799. Pink Tea 4/20/2009
800. Within Two Beans 4/21/2009

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..

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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