James McLain

Gold Star - 41,654 Points [is It poetry] (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

James McLain Poems

1441. To The Nuts 7/28/2009
1442. The Totem 7/28/2009
1443. The Brown Bamboo 7/20/2009
1444. The Valley Of The Eye That Death Made Blind 7/21/2009
1445. Fear The American Made.. Crack Addict 7/21/2009
1446. Up The Falls Over 7/21/2009
1447. That Place I Go From 7/21/2009
1448. Moon Of Change 7/22/2009
1449. Now You Come Again 7/29/2009
1450. The Only Normal Woman Left 7/29/2009
1451. The Victim 7/29/2009
1452. The Wooden Pole 7/29/2009
1453. Birds In The Woods 7/30/2009
1454. He Loves Her 7/31/2009
1455. The Happy Old Man 8/1/2009
1456. The Nurse Dressed All Pink 8/1/2009
1457. Women 8/2/2009
1458. You And I Smell Like Roses 8/3/2009
1459. Some Times Some Thing Some How 8/3/2009
1460. This Town Our Town Now And Then 8/4/2009
1461. From The Tree They Hang 8/4/2009
1462. Poetry 8/4/2009
1463. Tender Shoots 7/31/2009
1464. Sexting Rednecks And Florida 7/31/2009
1465. The Tide After Words 8/1/2009
1466. The Cotton Patch 8/5/2009
1467. Dear Insert Your Name 8/5/2009
1468. Warning The Young Of Old 8/5/2009
1469. He Left Because He Chose You 8/6/2009
1470. The Two Eye Balls 8/6/2009
1471. Preserved 8/8/2009
1472. Wood The Flower Flails 8/9/2009
1473. I Am Here Forever 8/10/2009
1474. Death Is Her And Lactating 8/10/2009
1475. Death In You The Depth Of Me 8/11/2009
1476. Dreams 8/11/2009
1477. That Place I Feel When 8/11/2009
1478. The Boy And Girl - The Ink Blot Test 8/12/2009
1479. Milk Dream 8/12/2009
1480. And You Are Not A Nun 8/13/2009

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..

Lid To My Box *

Round beveled square to a frame
bearing hues fading of dreams
maker in such crafted long ago
for whom but a guess many
names but few for the
wearer of the seal meant for me
not for you.

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