James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

921. We Dont Mind That You Are Single 5/5/2009
922. Where Angels Sleep 5/5/2009
923. Legal, A Seperation 5/5/2009
924. Lap Car 5/5/2009
925. Dad Thanks Again 5/5/2009
926. Controversy Not Dissension 5/6/2009
927. Another Kind Of Miricle 5/6/2009
928. Dali Mixed Picasso Women 5/6/2009
929. Black Hole 5/6/2009
930. You Have To Kill Me First 5/6/2009
931. Use Of Force 5/5/2009
932. Squire Squirrel Squeaked 5/5/2009
933. Finger On My Neck 5/7/2009
934. The Big Dump 5/8/2009
935. Egale And The Rose 5/8/2009
936. Quite 5/8/2009
937. I See You 5/8/2009
938. My Wing Is Limpinbroke 5/8/2009
939. My, 'World Flows By' 5/8/2009
940. Solarium 5/8/2009
941. Tuna 5/8/2009
942. On, A 'Half Shell- 5/8/2009
943. You Must Hurry 5/9/2009
944. Launderneth 5/9/2009
945. A Label 5/9/2009
946. Meus Diligo, 5/9/2009
947. I Learn 5/9/2009
948. Death's Won Rose 5/9/2009
949. Iss 5/9/2009
950. Two 5/9/2009
951. My Staff 5/9/2009
952. Or 5/9/2009
953. Twisted Sisters, Jar Of Clay 5/9/2009
954. I Lunched 5/9/2009
955. So Busted 5/9/2009
956. A New Medication 5/9/2009
957. A Tabellae Ut Regina 5/9/2009
958. Last Rose 5/9/2009
959. Her Flytrap 5/9/2009
960. No You Haven'T 5/9/2009

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..

A Single Tear

Eternity made inside to grow
singular shape to know
duct of the salt rolls from
this flesh cured spectrum
emotions all do taste
you grow.

Many are the tears that
formed upon your face.

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