James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

1401. How Do You Take Your Creme 7/12/2009
1402. Nurse Today 7/12/2009
1403. I Live From Smile To Smile 7/13/2009
1404. Physician..Help The Judges..Heal..The Hurt 7/13/2009
1405. Released Within 7/13/2009
1406. Love Aches For Marriage 7/13/2009
1407. When At Last She Comes 7/13/2009
1408. Ruby Eye 7/13/2009
1409. Lions Watching Eye 7/11/2009
1410. Eagle.. 7/11/2009
1411. Blind Assistant 7/12/2009
1412. I Once Was 7/12/2009
1413. My Shadow 7/14/2009
1414. Moon Is Light 7/14/2009
1415. Because You Love Me 7/15/2009
1416. The Last Rose 7/15/2009
1417. The Woods Once Were 7/15/2009
1418. Moon Johnny's Gun 7/15/2009
1419. A Rose Some Color Other 7/16/2009
1420. The Sun Of Crown 7/16/2009
1421. Love Has Said 7/16/2009
1422. The Woods Some Other Found 7/17/2009
1423. Fresh Sweat Like Salty 7/17/2009
1424. Venit Toe Tellus 7/17/2009
1425. Afraid To Return - To Be Not Afraid 7/18/2009
1426. Such A Rose In The Heart Of Rose 7/18/2009
1427. Ruby Red 7/18/2009
1428. Some Where I Stand 7/18/2009
1429. This Old House 7/19/2009
1430. The Joyless Mother 7/19/2009
1431. Chip Shot 7/19/2009
1432. The Brown Empty Bottle 7/20/2009
1433. I Can Only Conclude 7/20/2009
1434. The Brown Bamboo 7/20/2009
1435. The Valley Of The Eye That Death Made Blind 7/21/2009
1436. Fear The American Made.. Crack Addict 7/21/2009
1437. Up The Falls Over 7/21/2009
1438. That Place I Go From 7/21/2009
1439. The Poor Republican Woman 7/25/2009
1440. Where Impatience Grow 7/25/2009

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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