James McLain

Gold Star - 41,631 Points [is It poetry] (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

James McLain Poems

961. Before I Went To Bed 5/2/2009
962. Judge, I Have Many Appologies...Of But A Few..#1 5/2/2009
963. Only The Best Restaurant Will Do....This Justice.. 5/2/2009
964. Missing 5/2/2009
965. Where Is The Bottom 5/2/2009
966. Women, Who Do, Men Do Not 5/3/2009
967. Kill Me Slow 5/3/2009
968. The Woman, Inside Out... 5/3/2009
969. We Found Her 5/3/2009
970. Honest Flirts, Live Forever...The Others Dont 5/3/2009
971. U Can Keep The Peanuts 5/3/2009
972. It Was Your Doctor Who 5/3/2009
973. You Are Evil 5/3/2009
974. She Waits, To Dust Me 5/3/2009
975. I Can'T Make You Fame 5/3/2009
976. Leave Me Some Brains 5/3/2009
977. Army Ants 5/3/2009
978. She Is More Beautiful Than Dali's, Wife 5/4/2009
979. You, Tic Tremble, My Hand To Deny 5/4/2009
980. How Much Can You, Fit On A Pin..? 5/4/2009
981. I Am Deaf To Lear 5/4/2009
982. While I Was 5/4/2009
983. I Am Easy..Love.. To Easy.. 5/4/2009
984. Mr.Johnson 5/4/2009
985. No Milk 5/4/2009
986. My Crime Wuz You 5/5/2009
987. Brutal Slit In Sail 5/5/2009
988. We Dont Mind That You Are Single 5/5/2009
989. Where Angels Sleep 5/5/2009
990. Legs Up To Fly 4/22/2009
991. Mark 4/22/2009
992. Your Crust Is Thin 4/22/2009
993. Dear Diary, Help Me 4/22/2009
994. Milky Eye Of Plato 4/22/2009
995. Hello: : : : : Boyyo With The Goat 4/24/2009
996. I Flipped You Over For The Last Time 4/24/2009
997. Tutored Tortured Mind 4/28/2009
998. When You Knock 4/28/2009
999. Proof Read 4/28/2009
1000. Judges Cry To 4/28/2009

Comments about James McLain

  • Carol Carter Carol Carter (2/4/2015 12:12:00 AM)

    Agree with your thoughts.

    28 person liked.
    24 person did not like.
  • 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..

Heart In Oak *

Such as does repose
fine grain.

Polished surface gained
thus by feel.

Soul of a giant
lays within.

Bowing Gently
in the breeze.

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