James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

1041. A Mask, Is To Eye 5/15/2009
1042. A Straw I Drew 5/15/2009
1043. A Letter To Anon 5/16/2009
1044. My Heart 5/16/2009
1045. Alone, A Single Blush On You 5/17/2009
1046. Twin Cheeks, One Rose 5/17/2009
1047. Man In Space 5/17/2009
1048. A Mr President 5/17/2009
1049. Meshi 5/17/2009
1050. Smiles, Is A Living Picture Show 5/18/2009
1051. Color Of The Tooth Less Mouth 5/18/2009
1052. Gurl'Z In Da Hood, 5/18/2009
1053. Advance, Slowly, Cautiously 5/18/2009
1054. A, Fire 5/18/2009
1055. The Therapeutic Kind 5/19/2009
1056. I Am Again, Insane 5/19/2009
1057. When You Left Me 5/19/2009
1058. Poo Shows 5/20/2009
1059. This Play, You Would Direct It? ..... 5/20/2009
1060. Dali's Lama 5/20/2009
1061. How To Where, I Go 5/20/2009
1062. It Is Small, Hot, Fevered 5/20/2009
1063. It Is Small 5/20/2009
1064. You, Cut You? 5/20/2009
1065. One, Brick Shy 5/21/2009
1066. Water Colors 5/21/2009
1067. It Is, Terrible 5/19/2009
1068. I Deny Me 5/19/2009
1069. A'Message 5/23/2009
1070. At Nite, When The Frenchies Come 5/23/2009
1071. Need Full Salts 5/23/2009
1072. More Therapy 5/23/2009
1073. Yes, It Is 5/23/2009
1074. You Can Tell 5/23/2009
1075. Appeasing Curiously 5/23/2009
1076. Rubbed Right, It Sings Pink 5/23/2009
1077. Into Adark Turn 5/22/2009
1078. A Few Ladies 5/22/2009
1079. Always Of The Same Mind 5/24/2009
1080. Pass To Well 5/24/2009

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..

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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