James McLain

Gold Star - 41,653 Points [is It poetry] (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

James McLain Poems

1521. Bi Polars One Favorable Side Effect 6/29/2009
1522. Bi Polars Understanding It 6/29/2009
1523. She Wants To Want 6/29/2009
1524. It Is Astrally 6/29/2009
1525. Yes It's Necessary 6/30/2009
1526. Still... Never Is Your..Rose 6/30/2009
1527. Cover) It(S Cover 6/30/2009
1528. Leonidas Alexandros Won 6/30/2009
1529. One Honest Woman 6/30/2009
1530. Did It 6/30/2009
1531. It Cant Make You Do It 6/30/2009
1532. Just Ones Memories 6/30/2009
1533. Hides It 6/30/2009
1534. Moon Fever 6/30/2009
1535. Where Did You Go 6/30/2009
1536. Moons Pearl 7/1/2009
1537. Canndy Apple Kisses 7/2/2009
1538. Friend 7/2/2009
1539. Define Normal 7/2/2009
1540. The Woman In You 7/2/2009
1541. One Mosquito 7/3/2009
1542. Letter From Her Soilder 7/3/2009
1543. One Baby 7/3/2009
1544. When Death Came You Taxed It 7/3/2009
1545. Venus With Moon 7/3/2009
1546. Some Future 7/3/2009
1547. Accountability 7/3/2009
1548. Bipolars Halfway 7/3/2009
1549. Concepts Father Poetry 7/4/2009
1550. Feeding Flames 7/4/2009
1551. Bait Fish 7/4/2009
1552. She Climbs Higher 6/26/2009
1553. Your Honor 6/27/2009
1554. Passion Face A Mirrors Mask 6/28/2009
1555. Two Peanuts 6/28/2009
1556. Invisable Tounge 6/28/2009
1557. For Some Few A View In Perdition 6/28/2009
1558. Trolling Without Bait 6/28/2009
1559. My Words 6/28/2009
1560. White Washed Girl 7/4/2009

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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