James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

1641. Why I Pick On You 9/24/2009
1642. Ladies 9/24/2009
1643. Restless Pumping 9/24/2009
1644. What Makes You; Are Special 9/25/2009
1645. And No Two Toes 9/25/2009
1646. That Smell 9/25/2009
1647. Goodbye-Is Hard To-Stay 9/25/2009
1648. And One Toe Burned Away 9/25/2009
1649. Be Gentle And Just Squeeze 9/26/2009
1650. I Can Only Watch 9/26/2009
1651. When-Your Not Alone 9/27/2009
1652. Each Toe I Wear Out 9/27/2009
1653. And The Toe I Kissed 9/27/2009
1654. Below The Outlaw 9/28/2009
1655. Mountains 9/28/2009
1656. One Pale Moon 9/28/2009
1657. Between Each Toe 9/28/2009
1658. Salt Water Inside My Head 9/30/2009
1659. Between Each Squeeze 9/30/2009
1660. Each Hidden Toe 9/30/2009
1661. No Two Toes 9/30/2009
1662. There Within Your Hand 9/30/2009
1663. Who Was What A Secret Is To Whom 10/1/2009
1664. And The Toe I Missed 10/1/2009
1665. My Little Toe 10/1/2009
1666. A Thought 10/2/2009
1667. Wankers 10/3/2009
1668. One Toe That Drinks 10/3/2009
1669. The Rapist Goes To Prison 9/24/2009
1670. Spinster I Am Grown Too Be 10/5/2009
1671. Today Is One Day Just Too Hot 10/5/2009
1672. There Deep In The Why Was My Cut 10/5/2009
1673. And Too Open It With One Key 10/5/2009
1674. A Thing Of Beauty 10/6/2009
1675. I Can No Longer Care 10/6/2009
1676. I Rock Back Off It 10/6/2009
1677. Mommy 10/6/2009
1678. The Hanging Woman 10/7/2009
1679. After The Parting 10/7/2009
1680. You'Re Hot When Your Not 10/7/2009

Comments about James McLain

  • Carol Carter Carol Carter (2/4/2015 12:12:00 AM)

    Agree with your thoughts.

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    24 person did not like.
  • 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..

Heart In Oak *

Such as does repose
fine grain.

Polished surface gained
thus by feel.

Soul of a giant
lays within.

Bowing Gently
in the breeze.

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