James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

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

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..

C*taking Turns *

Short of wind your breath belies
the dragging of your heal in
dust we trust.

Sweat dried sand to face
scoured fresh blush the
wind has made
to know.

Wind lifts my arms to take
from you this gift is
precious so.

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