James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

1121. Unrelatable 8/25/2017
1122. Long Moving Sexual Feelers 8/27/2017
1123. I Now Can See Old Age 9/4/2017
1124. Missed Chances 9/4/2017
1125. Sex Under A Vacant Condemned House 9/4/2017
1126. With Those Full Lip's, What Have They Done 9/6/2017
1127. She, Is Afraid He Is Tired 9/8/2017
1128. Florida Polk County Red Neck Grady Judd On Hurricane Irma 9/8/2017
1129. Dark Midnight There's No Sky 9/9/2017
1130. The Garden Of Our Year's 9/15/2017
1131. Trespassing Eye's 9/15/2017
1132. It's Not The Desert It's Self 9/16/2017
1133. I Used To Have A Purpose 9/16/2017
1134. Being Stretched Out On Your Back 9/17/2017
1135. After Dark 9/19/2017
1136. Even After The Glitter Fades 9/19/2017
1137. Wedged Is The Hip Splitter 9/19/2017
1138. Caroline's Inner Sanctuary 9/21/2017
1139. Joy 9/21/2017
1140. Pablo Neruda 1/2/2017
1141. Emily Elizabeth Dickinson 1/3/2017
1142. His Lady, With Her Mister 1/3/2017
1143. For All Your Different Religion's 8/8/2017
1144. Avenged Sevenfold I See Through Your Eye's 8/8/2017
1145. The Public In Not The Public Anymore 8/13/2017
1146. Love After Death 9/28/2017
1147. And With What Body Did She Come 10/2/2017
1148. Can You Remember That One Good Night 10/2/2017
1149. Safe From The Storm 10/3/2017
1150. Thick Creamy Milk 10/3/2017
1151. Here Where We're At, I Know You Mean Well 10/3/2017
1152. Far And Few Between Come Other Woman 10/3/2017
1153. After Love Comes Death 10/4/2017
1154. Death For The Sake Of Death To All Is A Friend 10/5/2017
1155. Gutmaster 1 - Salty Empresions 10/14/2017
1156. Gutmaster 2 - Decadence Unchained 10/14/2017
1157. Gutmaster 3 - Gutmaster Of Lore 10/14/2017
1158. Gutmaster 4 - Do You Like The Pain Of Chains 10/14/2017
1159. Gutmaster 5 - How High Can You Hang 10/14/2017
1160. Gutmaster 6 - Chained Up Normal 10/14/2017

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.

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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