James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

1361. Glass Made Of Sand 12/16/2008
1362. Mighty Inch Worm 12/16/2008
1363. A Sparrow Shirped* 12/16/2008
1364. Willow Is My Tree 12/16/2008
1365. I Gave An Elephant A Peanut 12/16/2008
1366. Sniveling Heights... :) 12/16/2008
1367. My Sister Ask Me (Humor) 12/16/2008
1368. Treason 12/16/2008
1369. Hunters Of Words 12/16/2008
1370. What Do You Think 12/16/2008
1371. When Dawn Came 12/16/2008
1372. Then Came Day 12/16/2008
1373. Apology To Dad 12/17/2008
1374. Calm 12/17/2008
1375. For She Whom Perpetually Sings 12/17/2008
1376. Giving First 12/17/2008
1377. Many I Am 12/17/2008
1378. Walking On Sun 12/17/2008
1379. Your Drawers 12/17/2008
1380. Smell 12/17/2008
1381. Of You 12/17/2008
1382. And I Drink From Them 12/17/2008
1383. Fleeing To The Sun 12/17/2008
1384. Jumping Back Into Your Loving Arms 12/17/2008
1385. Coincidence 12/17/2008
1386. Ocean Vast Vessel 12/17/2008
1387. My American Niece The Talker 12/17/2008
1388. One Secret From Death 12/17/2008
1389. Asleep One Lid Half Open 12/17/2008
1390. What Use Of Voice 12/17/2008
1391. New Quite 12/17/2008
1392. My Birds Beak Fell Off 12/16/2008
1393. Parade Roses 12/17/2008
1394. Rock Hard Walls 12/17/2008
1395. Like Ah Child 12/17/2008
1396. Amongst All Of These 12/18/2008
1397. Blowing Sand 12/18/2008
1398. Laying Down 12/18/2008
1399. Bling Your Dead 12/16/2008
1400. Pictures Of Words 12/18/2008

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..

Pole To Pole

In the dark of night at the speed of light from edge to edge.
Such beings can stretch out of sight from side to side.
Knowing now what they now know leaves this our God,
A flock asleep when sheep we numbered are.
White feathers cover,
Countless star's each pin of light is flowing down that wraps
Us in his misty colored veil.

Decades pass,

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