James McLain

Gold Star - 40,958 Points [is It poetry] (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

James McLain Poems

1681. The Hanging Woman 10/7/2009
1682. After The Parting 10/7/2009
1683. You'Re Hot When Your Not 10/7/2009
1684. Even When I Slip Amongst The Toes 10/7/2009
1685. Silence 10/7/2009
1686. Neurotically I Am Yours 10/7/2009
1687. And After He Comes 10/7/2009
1688. 'Speech' -Is No Trick Off Your Tongue 10/8/2009
1689. And Some Thing I Know 10/8/2009
1690. It Will Not Change 10/8/2009
1691. It Was The One Thought Why You Shan'T 10/9/2009
1692. Cowards They Were When Both Came 10/9/2009
1693. Even Today Did I Try Too Do 10/9/2009
1694. Poo Nuggets 10/10/2009
1695. One Dark Night He Might Slip 10/10/2009
1696. Did She Tell You The Whole Story 10/10/2009
1697. When The Milk Was Warm 10/10/2009
1698. A Cloud We Fleeced 10/10/2009
1699. If Even Your Dog I Must 10/10/2009
1700. It Is More Than A Bubble Bath Dear 10/10/2009
1701. 'Dear-What Was It 10/11/2009
1702. If Even One Thought It Was 10/11/2009
1703. Drinking Wine 10/11/2009
1704. Yes And If You Did 10/11/2009
1705. Self Refusal 10/11/2009
1706. Mirror Can You Why 10/11/2009
1707. Memory Is It's Mystery 10/11/2009
1708. Dear 10/11/2009
1709. Through The Glass I Saw 10/11/2009
1710. The Belly Jar 10/12/2009
1711. Laying Amongst The Ruins 10/12/2009
1712. Her Virgin Tree 10/12/2009
1713. And If It's You My Baby 10/12/2009
1714. The Edge Cuts Over 10/12/2009
1715. Water Darker Bye The Wood 10/13/2009
1716. Doctors And While I Am 10/13/2009
1717. Death A City By The Worm 10/13/2009
1718. My Babies Lips 10/13/2009
1719. Touch An Angel Try 10/14/2009
1720. Rose Around The Ring 10/14/2009

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..

Wildwood # 1

Is a secret dark place in southern Saint Petersburg.
In a dark cave weary and weak of life some are.
From the streets to here rabid like dog's the one's traumatized
Shake from the noise trapped in a dream most are.
Wildwood like an ant hill those at the top want out, we are sausage's
In the hands of a cook slaving day in and day out.
Some time's the noise comes, like a plane crash where like cord wood
The weak succumb to their weakness.
Drug's and alcohol from the mirror the seas are not

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