James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

1081. Sometimes, Is Funnies 5/25/2009
1082. Apatch Apart Aplay Aday 5/25/2009
1083. Slough It Off 5/25/2009
1084. Always Of The Same Mind 5/24/2009
1085. Pass To Well 5/24/2009
1086. Aheavy Hammer 5/24/2009
1087. Glazed Within 5/24/2009
1088. Aroom Full 5/25/2009
1089. Is, He Me.... 5/26/2009
1090. Amark Aface Atear 5/26/2009
1091. Chess 5/26/2009
1092. Atypical Control 5/26/2009
1093. Aface Of It 5/26/2009
1094. Why Leap A Head Of Yesterday 5/26/2009
1095. A Face On A Stage 5/27/2009
1096. Adeath, Won Bye Some 5/27/2009
1097. Dinner 5/27/2009
1098. Oafish 5/27/2009
1099. Operator 5/27/2009
1100. It Is Your Part, After All 5/28/2009
1101. He Is Just So, Heavy 5/28/2009
1102. A Part In The Part We Play 5/28/2009
1103. Abox Of Parts 5/28/2009
1104. A Turtle Talks 5/28/2009
1105. Our Boats 5/29/2009
1106. A Natural Habitat 5/29/2009
1107. Cia Kinda Mind 5/29/2009
1108. Exspeculations 5/29/2009
1109. Brave Heart 5/29/2009
1110. One Ants Lost Roon 5/30/2009
1111. Alone In Need Of You 5/30/2009
1112. Please Ma Am, It's It's, Not A Tram Coupler 5/30/2009
1113. Under Your, Weathers 5/31/2009
1114. I Do , Still Smiles In You..') 5/31/2009
1115. Why I Love, Your Feet 5/31/2009
1116. In The Note Of Oink, Is Beethoven B Sharp 5/31/2009
1117. Anyways, Back At The Ranch 5/31/2009
1118. I Dont Mind 5/31/2009
1119. Inside The Alliance Is You 5/31/2009
1120. The Spacial Place 5/31/2009

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..

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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