James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

1601. Hyennas Smile And Mass Hysteria 9/17/2009
1602. Is It Neat 9/17/2009
1603. Strange How Both Covet That Part Of The Other 9/17/2009
1604. It Must Be Simple 9/17/2009
1605. A Dog Once Normal 9/18/2009
1606. When I Become Lost 9/18/2009
1607. Teacher It Is Hard 9/18/2009
1608. And Why Not Gay Girls 9/18/2009
1609. And I Still Would 9/18/2009
1610. Asylum 9/9/2009
1611. She Once Was 9/9/2009
1612. Asylum Lies Bleeding 9/10/2009
1613. Envy Too Exposed You 9/10/2009
1614. Moon Lays Overhead 9/6/2009
1615. Clitoridotomy 9/18/2009
1616. And If I Tell You 9/18/2009
1617. In The Sound Of Madness 9/20/2009
1618. Too Look-Upon Your Face-It's Agony 9/20/2009
1619. I Wandered There A Little Man 9/20/2009
1620. Death-It Is More 9/20/2009
1621. The Door Left-Ajar 9/20/2009
1622. Near Each Heart 9/21/2009
1623. Once I Stumbled Upon That Secret 9/21/2009
1624. Awareness Is Only 9/21/2009
1625. That It Was Not Ill Intentioned 9/21/2009
1626. Why I Do-Want You -Why 9/22/2009
1627. And One Drink From Them Each 9/22/2009
1628. Each Twisted Rose 9/22/2009
1629. A Good Kind Of Squeeze 9/22/2009
1630. Too-It Came Suddenly And Covered You 9/22/2009
1631. There While You Slept 9/22/2009
1632. One Brown Eye 9/23/2009
1633. The Moss Has Gone 9/19/2009
1634. Oft Rise And Fall Of Joy 9/19/2009
1635. Child And You Were Stubborn 9/19/2009
1636. Situates My Cave 9/19/2009
1637. Insanity 9/24/2009
1638. Here's Why I Chose You 9/24/2009
1639. If I Must Be A Dog 9/24/2009
1640. Why I Pick On You 9/24/2009

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.

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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