James McLain

Gold Star - 41,654 Points [is It poetry] (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

James McLain Poems

801. I Feel More Than Your Pain 4/20/2009
802. Fire To Ash 4/20/2009
803. Pink Tea 4/20/2009
804. Within Two Beans 4/21/2009
805. Blush, I Paint 4/21/2009
806. Eat More Chicken 4/21/2009
807. The Best Fish Bait 4/21/2009
808. Now What... 4/21/2009
809. Sooooo....Just Because I'M Southern 4/21/2009
810. You Don'T Cheat On Him Because 4/21/2009
811. You Confessed..To Me.. 4/21/2009
812. Phfff~~more ~~clues! ! ! ! ~~~for Dude~~dudes 4/21/2009
813. Snivel Lits Do Snivel Off 4/18/2009
814. Yes It Is True, To True 4/18/2009
815. Ssshhhh Quiet Hold These While I Get The Rest..#1 4/18/2009
816. Ssshhhh Quiet Hold These While I Get The Rest..#2 4/18/2009
817. Legs Up To Fly 4/22/2009
818. Mark 4/22/2009
819. Unlawful Act 4/22/2009
820. Alligator Traptogether 4/22/2009
821. Hello: ..Just Stick Your Head In 4/22/2009
822. Southern Sensibilities: Nowt Yanked On Dandies Noodle 4/22/2009
823. A...Hearses....Vengeful Fire 4/23/2009
824. Daddies Gun 4/23/2009
825. I Pawned..Dadies...Gun 4/23/2009
826. Hell Through The Floor 4/23/2009
827. Cloth To A Tree 4/23/2009
828. Aren J Why Do You Want To Kill Me Now 4/24/2009
829. Confusions Of Confucius 4/24/2009
830. Hopless Is A Bird Without Feathers 4/24/2009
831. Now That You, 'Are Famous, What Do I Do With All These Pictures 4/24/2009
832. Your Crust Is Thin 4/22/2009
833. Dear Diary, Help Me 4/22/2009
834. Milky Eye Of Plato 4/22/2009
835. Hello: : : : : Boyyo With The Goat 4/24/2009
836. I Flipped You Over For The Last Time 4/24/2009
837. Depression Is A Woman In Blue 4/24/2009
838. She Is Twisted 4/24/2009
839. To See Her Eyes....No Understanding 4/25/2009
840. Same Light... 4/25/2009

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.

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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