James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

1121. Of Lice And Men 6/1/2009
1122. A Golden Draw Knife 6/1/2009
1123. Bottoms Up 6/1/2009
1124. Two Cowards 6/1/2009
1125. One Dropp Of Face 6/1/2009
1126. I Dont Mind 5/31/2009
1127. Inside The Alliance Is You 5/31/2009
1128. The Spacial Place 5/31/2009
1129. The Rights Of It 6/1/2009
1130. It Is Only Wood 6/2/2009
1131. Is It Where You Lay? It Is..To Funny 6/2/2009
1132. It Is Original The Package 6/2/2009
1133. Boxes Of So Many Soma 6/2/2009
1134. Last Free Atomics 6/1/2009
1135. To Cold To Smile 6/1/2009
1136. Even Ants Use Pens 6/2/2009
1137. Free Me 6/3/2009
1138. Is It Not Suggesting Is It Poetry 6/3/2009
1139. Strange How We Covet Parts Of The Other 6/3/2009
1140. Cause Of Death 6/3/2009
1141. Be Not Confused 6/4/2009
1142. Cook One Dish 6/4/2009
1143. Plain Robe 6/4/2009
1144. To Breath Java 6/4/2009
1145. Freely It Dissociates 6/4/2009
1146. Cheese Cloth 6/4/2009
1147. One Cut 6/5/2009
1148. To Read To Much 6/5/2009
1149. Before The Fire 6/5/2009
1150. Babies Bed 6/5/2009
1151. It Some Times Doesn'T Care 6/5/2009
1152. Spread It 6/5/2009
1153. When Women Were Wicked And Men Still Supported It 6/5/2009
1154. Full Moon 6/5/2009
1155. Bread And Butter To A Prisoner About To Die 6/5/2009
1156. What Is Pen In Dream 6/5/2009
1157. It's Yes To Art 6/5/2009
1158. Your String Of It's Prose 6/3/2009
1159. It Holds Two U Cups 6/3/2009
1160. The Big Fire 6/5/2009

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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