James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

1161. There Is Butter - There Is Margarine 6/6/2009
1162. Illusion Is False Control 6/6/2009
1163. Cross Dressers Two 6/7/2009
1164. How Is She Filled Out 6/7/2009
1165. Some Islands Wrestle To Float 6/7/2009
1166. When Fish Smelled Like Cinnamon 6/8/2009
1167. Lost In Paint It Dripps For You 6/8/2009
1168. Why Even Why A Y To Try 6/8/2009
1169. Mean While Back On The Ranch 6/8/2009
1170. Under The Weathers Again 6/8/2009
1171. Confession Of Two Ants 6/8/2009
1172. Really.. 6/8/2009
1173. Forget It Is A Peanut 6/8/2009
1174. Some Of What You Learn 6/8/2009
1175. Two Dates Same Race 6/8/2009
1176. Not If Im Innocent.. 6/8/2009
1177. Ill Do It Ill Jump 6/8/2009
1178. Thankful That Woman Have Better Parts 6/9/2009
1179. If Lead Were As Dense Is It 6/9/2009
1180. If One Wink Today Takes Forever 6/9/2009
1181. No One Can Fake A Smile Forever 6/9/2009
1182. Is It Who's? Sophistication In Asleep! .. 6/9/2009
1183. Note Is Night 6/9/2009
1184. Tuna Is Still Good 6/9/2009
1185. Rock Garden 6/9/2009
1186. Getting Past Daddy 6/12/2009
1187. Dear Daughter Caroline 6/12/2009
1188. Would I Have ? 6/12/2009
1189. Last Death Forever Private 6/12/2009
1190. Last Dropp 6/12/2009
1191. A Professional Woman 6/12/2009
1192. Two Tias 6/12/2009
1193. A Cricket And A Rock Bath 6/13/2009
1194. As Oceans Tire 6/13/2009
1195. Write) S( Well A Crusty Bottom 6/13/2009
1196. A Mothers Glove 6/13/2009
1197. Caroline Is Six 6/13/2009
1198. Her Window In My Head 6/13/2009
1199. Camel Cheese 6/13/2009
1200. Wind Lifts Nights Varanasi Silk Saree 6/13/2009

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..

Heart In Oak *

Such as does repose
fine grain.

Polished surface gained
thus by feel.

Soul of a giant
lays within.

Bowing Gently
in the breeze.

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