James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

1761. Only Time 10/24/2009
1762. And With Just One Finger. 10/25/2009
1763. Rooster Wood Rocks 10/26/2009
1764. What I Will Find 10/27/2009
1765. I Can Not Come Often Enough 10/27/2009
1766. You Take It For Granted 10/27/2009
1767. A Confession Lost One Ant 10/28/2009
1768. A Ten 10/28/2009
1769. It's Both Of Theirs 10/28/2009
1770. Being Not Genteel And Good Night 10/28/2009
1771. I Am 10/26/2009
1772. Each Psychotic Trigger 10/26/2009
1773. Psychoanalyse 10/29/2009
1774. It Was Hard 10/29/2009
1775. The Ladle 10/31/2009
1776. Business Done, In The Tub 10/31/2009
1777. Other Woman 11/1/2009
1778. He Leans Against Her Pull 11/2/2009
1779. From Milk Too Dreams 11/3/2009
1780. The Fountain Blu 11/4/2009
1781. Some Of The Children, I See 11/4/2009
1782. Vision And Drive 11/6/2009
1783. The County Seat 11/6/2009
1784. Bottom Halves 11/6/2009
1785. Chasing Blue Marbles 11/6/2009
1786. Each Dropp Of Rain 11/6/2009
1787. Marrying The Whore 11/7/2009
1788. Sugar Mom-Ma 11/7/2009
1789. Neurotic Tics That Wink 11/8/2009
1790. You Check The Bag 11/8/2009
1791. Awake I'M Washed In Sleep 11/9/2009
1792. Holly Wood And Vine 11/9/2009
1793. Woman 11/9/2009
1794. Each Cat Of Many 'Paws' 11/10/2009
1795. A Secrets Hold 11/4/2009
1796. Your Eyes, 'I' See 'You' Suddenly 11/11/2009
1797. Every Shoe 'You' Wear 11/12/2009
1798. 'Interrogatories' Play With Dawn 11/12/2009
1799. Each 'Diary' Returned 11/12/2009
1800. Fields Of Coffee Beans 11/13/2009

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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