James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

1281. Smiling I Laugh 6/19/2009
1282. It Does Try It Words 6/19/2009
1283. Two Friends 6/20/2009
1284. Lonely Geisha 6/20/2009
1285. Baby Powder 6/21/2009
1286. I Barely Spoke To You..Now You Love Me 6/21/2009
1287. God Smiles Philosophically With Forgiveness 6/22/2009
1288. The Big Eraser In The Sky 6/22/2009
1289. People Fish The Rocks 6/22/2009
1290. Just A Pebble 6/22/2009
1291. Theft Of Words 6/22/2009
1292. One Hidding Place 6/22/2009
1293. Emily 6/22/2009
1294. You Make It Run 6/22/2009
1295. Spilled Milk 6/23/2009
1296. Messages In Bottles 6/23/2009
1297. Momma 6/23/2009
1298. You Confuse It 6/23/2009
1299. Some Colors 6/23/2009
1300. More Gossips Emily 6/23/2009
1301. Loves Heart 6/23/2009
1302. While You Were Mad, Did Ever You Cry 6/23/2009
1303. With You - With Me 6/23/2009
1304. Why It Itch's 6/24/2009
1305. Eye Waters Pearl 6/24/2009
1306. Why Do You Love Me 6/24/2009
1307. Moon Moon 6/24/2009
1308. Form Are Your Lips 6/24/2009
1309. Pink Slip 6/24/2009
1310. Noodles And Sharp Styx 6/24/2009
1311. Fifty Cents 6/24/2009
1312. Obtuse Confession 6/24/2009
1313. It's Bait 6/24/2009
1314. Why They Trust You 6/25/2009
1315. Memory Of Tree 6/25/2009
1316. So...I Will Just Run Through Your Roses 6/25/2009
1317. Moon Hunted 6/25/2009
1318. Malivolence Of One Rose 6/25/2009
1319. When Then Did You Care 6/26/2009
1320. Mikael 6/26/2009

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..

A Single Tear

Eternity made inside to grow
singular shape to know
duct of the salt rolls from
this flesh cured spectrum
emotions all do taste
you grow.

Many are the tears that
formed upon your face.

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