James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

1361. Friend 7/2/2009
1362. Define Normal 7/2/2009
1363. Invisable Tounge 6/28/2009
1364. For Some Few A View In Perdition 6/28/2009
1365. Trolling Without Bait 6/28/2009
1366. My Words 6/28/2009
1367. One Mosquito 7/3/2009
1368. Letter From Her Soilder 7/3/2009
1369. One Baby 7/3/2009
1370. Venus With Moon 7/3/2009
1371. Some Future 7/3/2009
1372. Accountability 7/3/2009
1373. Bipolars Halfway 7/3/2009
1374. Concepts Father Poetry 7/4/2009
1375. Feeding Flames 7/4/2009
1376. Bait Fish 7/4/2009
1377. Two Peanuts 6/28/2009
1378. White Washed Girl 7/4/2009
1379. Tar Feathers And The Rail 7/4/2009
1380. One Day One Night 7/5/2009
1381. Persona Countless 7/5/2009
1382. I Recon You Stole My Cow 7/6/2009
1383. Moon Hides Rose 7/7/2009
1384. Faceless This Our Clock 7/7/2009
1385. Emo It(S One Bloody Eye 7/6/2009
1386. Battle Field 7/6/2009
1387. Scent Of A Woman 7/8/2009
1388. Vieux Boulogne..Smelliest Cheese In The World 7/8/2009
1389. River Run 7/8/2009
1390. My House A Shell 7/8/2009
1391. Sparks Leak To Form A Windows Heart 7/9/2009
1392. Gift Of Mask 7/9/2009
1393. Sara Is It Poetry Tease A Pill 7/9/2009
1394. Sex.... Poets...More Love Suicide 7/9/2009
1395. Burn Tells Wont Mine Ear 7/10/2009
1396. Humble Pearl 7/10/2009
1397. Red Eye Of Sight 7/10/2009
1398. Getting Away With Murder 7/10/2009
1399. Laying In A Mystery 7/10/2009
1400. Resistance 7/12/2009

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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