James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

1321. That Worm You Look For 6/26/2009
1322. Memory Of Tree 6/25/2009
1323. So...I Will Just Run Through Your Roses 6/25/2009
1324. Moon Hunted 6/25/2009
1325. Malivolence Of One Rose 6/25/2009
1326. When Then Did You Care 6/26/2009
1327. She Climbs Higher 6/26/2009
1328. Your Honor 6/27/2009
1329. It Is You So Blue 6/27/2009
1330. Clean Rest To Feast 6/27/2009
1331. No Matter That You Try 6/27/2009
1332. Any One Can Watch You 6/27/2009
1333. As More Rat Poop Fills Your House 6/25/2009
1334. Tournament Of Roses On Parade 6/27/2009
1335. Bi Polars 6/28/2009
1336. Little Future Mothers 6/29/2009
1337. Bi Polars Still Others 6/29/2009
1338. Still Other Times 6/29/2009
1339. Why Do You Come 6/29/2009
1340. Moon Sadness 6/29/2009
1341. You Took Some Thing Of Mine 6/29/2009
1342. When Meeting Of Two Bridges 6/29/2009
1343. Why She Killed Me 6/29/2009
1344. You Know It's The Bi Polars 6/29/2009
1345. Bi Polars One Favorable Side Effect 6/29/2009
1346. Bi Polars Understanding It 6/29/2009
1347. She Wants To Want 6/29/2009
1348. It Is Astrally 6/29/2009
1349. Yes It's Necessary 6/30/2009
1350. Still... Never Is Your..Rose 6/30/2009
1351. Cover) It(S Cover 6/30/2009
1352. Leonidas Alexandros Won 6/30/2009
1353. Did It 6/30/2009
1354. It Cant Make You Do It 6/30/2009
1355. Just Ones Memories 6/30/2009
1356. Hides It 6/30/2009
1357. Moon Fever 6/30/2009
1358. Where Did You Go 6/30/2009
1359. Moons Pearl 7/1/2009
1360. Canndy Apple Kisses 7/2/2009

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..

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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