James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

81. Hitcha Ride Then 12/13/2008
82. I Am Known To All Of You 4 12/13/2008
83. Who Needs Sleep 12/13/2008
84. My Bleets Hang Low 12/13/2008
85. My Definition Of Bleet 12/14/2008
86. Bleet Me In Heaven 12/14/2008
87. Apology To Dr Kamran Haider 12/13/2008
88. Poles Apart 12/14/2008
89. Heavy Is My Mask 12/14/2008
90. Swimming Through Air 12/14/2008
91. Humping Ground 12/14/2008
92. Bleeting The Light 12/14/2008
93. Bleets Do Grow 12/14/2008
94. Childern X Rated 12/14/2008
95. Its Denied 12/14/2008
96. Aureoles 12/14/2008
97. Cleaning It Up 12/14/2008
98. Seeing In The Dark 12/14/2008
99. Never 12/14/2008
100. Cheap Tricks 12/14/2008
101. My Life 12/14/2008
102. Advanced Age 12/14/2008
103. Queen In The Dark 12/14/2008
104. No Notice: : >>) 12/14/2008
105. No Stone Left Unturned 12/15/2008
106. Words You Speak 12/15/2008
107. You Stole My Thunder 12/15/2008
108. Fragile Gills 12/15/2008
109. The Other Side 12/15/2008
110. Upper Crust Bread 12/15/2008
111. Rockin World Today 12/15/2008
112. Dont You Love) It(Let Them Know 12/15/2008
113. Bleet Me Up Scotty 12/15/2008
114. Insperation*** 12/15/2008
115. Silence Etched In Stone 12/15/2008
116. Home Schooling 12/15/2008
117. School Teachers Are 4 People 2 12/15/2008
118. Seconds In Life 12/15/2008
119. Child Of Many Eyes 12/15/2008
120. Mind Flow Soul 12/15/2008

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..

Face Of The Poor *

Of all our children.
Dirt scuffed face America has some.
Late night Sally Struthers infomercial.
Compassion of the old in their time of need.
Helping in the wide open homeless shelter.
Bread from their mouths for the young.
Picture the views.
You helped to make.
Words stir the pot of no news.

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