James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

1481. Milk Dream 8/12/2009
1482. And You Are Not A Nun 8/13/2009
1483. And I Come To Think 8/13/2009
1484. And God Helped Me Burn The World To Live In Ice 8/14/2009
1485. Before I Learned What The Judge Did 8/14/2009
1486. Emo Relapse And Recovery 8/15/2009
1487. Loss Of Something 8/15/2009
1488. Construction Loans 8/15/2009
1489. Trolling With Cut Bait 8/16/2009
1490. Being Over Needful Things 8/16/2009
1491. Even Death In Black Robes Lie 8/17/2009
1492. Star Of Mine Which One 8/17/2009
1493. My Bridge To Gap 8/18/2009
1494. When Was I How Was I Yours 8/18/2009
1495. Is It A Word 8/18/2009
1496. For Daddy Set Her Crown 8/19/2009
1497. A Letter To My Wife A Doctor 8/19/2009
1498. Unborn Trepidation 8/19/2009
1499. You Gave Me, Me 8/19/2009
1500. Insomnia 8/20/2009
1501. Wise Is Why The House 8/20/2009
1502. Enigma My Other 8/21/2009
1503. A Lad On Fire 8/21/2009
1504. Death And Being 8/21/2009
1505. Sugar&Spice 8/21/2009
1506. Poetry Then&Mental Illness Now 8/22/2009
1507. No Going Back 8/22/2009
1508. In Warm Water Lies My Hand 8/22/2009
1509. You 8/20/2009
1510. Monkey 8/22/2009
1511. Milkmaid 8/22/2009
1512. When You Sit Down 8/22/2009
1513. In The Garden, With Eve And Horns 8/22/2009
1514. I Can Not I Dare Not 8/23/2009
1515. Moon Her Robe 8/23/2009
1516. And My Secrets Could You Hold 8/23/2009
1517. Supertramp 8/23/2009
1518. Black Sand And White Paper 8/24/2009
1519. Reflections Looking Out At Metallica 8/24/2009
1520. Time With You Stood Me Still 8/24/2009

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..

C*taking Turns *

Short of wind your breath belies
the dragging of your heal in
dust we trust.

Sweat dried sand to face
scoured fresh blush the
wind has made
to know.

Wind lifts my arms to take
from you this gift is
precious so.

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