James McLain

Gold Star - 40,958 Points [is It poetry] (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

James McLain Poems

1241. Butterfly 6/14/2009
1242. It Would Rather 6/14/2009
1243. Sleepy Tree 6/14/2009
1244. Attila's Nuns 6/14/2009
1245. Lost This Color 6/14/2009
1246. Pressure Off The Rose 6/14/2009
1247. Strike Me Again 6/14/2009
1248. This Wave The Other Window 6/14/2009
1249. One Wicked She 6/15/2009
1250. Roll It Up 6/15/2009
1251. Tuna Bread And Mayonnaise 6/15/2009
1252. It Is Buff 6/16/2009
1253. Strawberries Ochre 6/16/2009
1254. Which The Lesser Of Two Devils 6/16/2009
1255. Valley Of Butterfly 6/16/2009
1256. When Rivers Run Dry In Sun 6/16/2009
1257. Greens Make Me Run 6/16/2009
1258. Burned At Both Ends 6/16/2009
1259. Dust Bin 6/16/2009
1260. Degree Of Difficulty Is It Stradivari 6/16/2009
1261. It Is Only It's Humming Bird 6/15/2009
1262. When It Cries It's Rushed 6/15/2009
1263. Whatever 6/15/2009
1264. Wind, Bird, Grass 6/12/2009
1265. A Teacher 6/12/2009
1266. Less Than Whole 6/17/2009
1267. Black Mail Extortioner 6/17/2009
1268. It Has Been A While 6/17/2009
1269. Do You Think It So 6/17/2009
1270. Where Ever It Hears Just That One...Please...Just 6/18/2009
1271. Aphorism Metaphors 6/18/2009
1272. Is It Gossip 6/18/2009
1273. The Empty Pond 6/18/2009
1274. You Like Them Short 6/18/2009
1275. Smiling I Laugh 6/19/2009
1276. It Does Try It Words 6/19/2009
1277. Bye Road Same Direction 6/19/2009
1278. On Friday We Had Smile Problems 6/19/2009
1279. Smiling At You 6/19/2009
1280. I Will Run Away 6/19/2009

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..

Lid To My Box *

Round beveled square to a frame
bearing hues fading of dreams
maker in such crafted long ago
for whom but a guess many
names but few for the
wearer of the seal meant for me
not for you.

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