James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

1521. Never Again In Sleep 8/24/2009
1522. The Bees About Me 8/24/2009
1523. Virgina Clams 8/24/2009
1524. Cotton Here Lost It's Crown 8/25/2009
1525. The Girl With A View 8/25/2009
1526. Rain 8/25/2009
1527. Faces 8/25/2009
1528. You Held My Head Up 8/25/2009
1529. Twin Roses And Lily 8/27/2009
1530. You Pull It's String 8/27/2009
1531. Cotton Mentality 8/28/2009
1532. Walking 8/28/2009
1533. Cottons Sun And Breath 8/28/2009
1534. When Friends And Both Neighbor 8/28/2009
1535. Beauty One Instant 8/28/2009
1536. That Sun Could Never Shine 8/29/2009
1537. Cotton Magnolia 8/26/2009
1538. Cotton Queen 8/26/2009
1539. The Cotton Bridge 8/26/2009
1540. Absentmindedness 8/26/2009
1541. Redemption Held Some Clear 8/29/2009
1542. White Cups Of Mind 8/30/2009
1543. Perpetuated Repatriation 8/30/2009
1544. And I Once Said To You 8/30/2009
1545. Cotton Balls 8/30/2009
1546. Cotton Feels 8/30/2009
1547. Cotton Pierced 8/31/2009
1548. Royal Purple 8/31/2009
1549. Cotton Seed A Pearl 8/31/2009
1550. Gun Of Blank 9/1/2009
1551. Pyrrhic Waltz 9/1/2009
1552. Cotton Steals 9/1/2009
1553. Sleep Talk 9/2/2009
1554. Love Me Like Death 9/2/2009
1555. Red Rush Too White 9/2/2009
1556. Dance Lily 8/31/2009
1557. Scallops Fanned 8/31/2009
1558. Commerce My Friend 9/3/2009
1559. Tender Ronni's 9/3/2009
1560. Cotton Southern Man 9/4/2009

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.

loving ...

Read the full of She Is Afraid, He Is Tired..


More of that from me you've had than I and
Discerned of mind, no more to me by you is said.

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