James McLain

Gold Star - 41,631 Points [is It poetry] (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

James McLain Poems

1321. Apology To Dr Kamran Haider 12/13/2008
1322. Poles Apart 12/14/2008
1323. Heavy Is My Mask 12/14/2008
1324. Swimming Through Air 12/14/2008
1325. Humping Ground 12/14/2008
1326. Bleeting The Light 12/14/2008
1327. Bleets Do Grow 12/14/2008
1328. Childern X Rated 12/14/2008
1329. Its Denied 12/14/2008
1330. Aureoles 12/14/2008
1331. Cleaning It Up 12/14/2008
1332. Seeing In The Dark 12/14/2008
1333. Never 12/14/2008
1334. Cheap Tricks 12/14/2008
1335. My Life 12/14/2008
1336. Advanced Age 12/14/2008
1337. Queen In The Dark 12/14/2008
1338. No Notice: : >>) 12/14/2008
1339. No Stone Left Unturned 12/15/2008
1340. Words You Speak 12/15/2008
1341. You Stole My Thunder 12/15/2008
1342. Fragile Gills 12/15/2008
1343. The Other Side 12/15/2008
1344. Upper Crust Bread 12/15/2008
1345. Rockin World Today 12/15/2008
1346. Dont You Love) It(Let Them Know 12/15/2008
1347. Bleet Me Up Scotty 12/15/2008
1348. Insperation*** 12/15/2008
1349. Silence Etched In Stone 12/15/2008
1350. Home Schooling 12/15/2008
1351. School Teachers Are 4 People 2 12/15/2008
1352. Seconds In Life 12/15/2008
1353. Child Of Many Eyes 12/15/2008
1354. Mind Flow Soul 12/15/2008
1355. Listen Pet Dog 12/15/2008
1356. Your River Of Life 12/15/2008
1357. You Protest Not 12/15/2008
1358. Why The Rush 12/15/2008
1359. Flaming Love In* Passion 12/15/2008
1360. Read It All* -Have You 12/16/2008

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.

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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