James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

1881. 'My' Bio 12/11/2009
1882. Even One Toe I Must Gently 12/11/2009
1883. Crutches 12/11/2009
1884. Ears 12/11/2009
1885. Trees, 12/12/2009
1886. I Am 'Your'- 'Child' In That Swing 12/12/2009
1887. Africa 12/12/2009
1888. Being 'My' Best Friend 'I' Came To Be 12/12/2009
1889. Trees 12/12/2009
1890. A 'Prayer' 12/12/2009
1891. Beans And 'Fat' Back 12/12/2009
1892. On 9/11 A Third Skyscraper Plunged To Earth: 12/13/2009
1893. A Prayer 12/13/2009
1894. Question 12/13/2009
1895. Greater 'Minds' Than Mine 12/13/2009
1896. Co-Habitation 12/13/2009
1897. And 'Ladies' 12/14/2009
1898. Every 'Woman' Who Does This 'shudders' 12/7/2009
1899. My 'Baby' Knows 12/7/2009
1900. Poor The House 12/7/2009
1901. I Am That 'Child' In The Swing 12/10/2009
1902. Am I 'What' I Am 12/10/2009
1903. I Am That 'Child' In 'Your' Swing 12/10/2009
1904. 'Ivory' Tusks And Friends 12/11/2009
1905. 'Does' He Make 'You' Cry 12/11/2009
1906. Cradle Song 12/14/2009
1907. Open Your 'Heart' To It's Touch 12/14/2009
1908. 'Morning' Dew 12/14/2009
1909. And With Just Your One Finger 12/14/2009
1910. Wicked 12/14/2009
1911. Even Worse Morning 12/14/2009
1912. 'Garden' Of Silk 12/14/2009
1913. After 'Each' Kiss 12/14/2009
1914. I Am 'sad' 12/15/2009
1915. Some 'Ants' 12/15/2009
1916. Death On Each 'Clear' Dawn 12/15/2009
1917. And As Your 'Teacher' Watches 'You' 12/15/2009
1918. Camp E-How-Kee. 12/15/2009
1919. Modern Florida's 'Chain' Of D.N.A. 12/16/2009
1920. That Other Ship Forgot 12/16/2009

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..

A Single Tear

Eternity made inside to grow
singular shape to know
duct of the salt rolls from
this flesh cured spectrum
emotions all do taste
you grow.

Many are the tears that
formed upon your face.

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