James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

161. Like Ah Child 12/17/2008
162. Amongst All Of These 12/18/2008
163. Blowing Sand 12/18/2008
164. Laying Down 12/18/2008
165. Bling Your Dead 12/16/2008
166. Pictures Of Words 12/18/2008
167. She Rolls Over 12/18/2008
168. Mummy At My Side 12/18/2008
169. She Sits Up 12/18/2008
170. Jibber Some Jabber 12/18/2008
171. From Her Hand) It(Dripped 12/18/2008
172. Wake Me Not Again 12/18/2008
173. Strange Box 12/18/2008
174. You Want Me To Save You 12/18/2008
175. Short Love Poem 12/18/2008
176. Womanly Things 12/18/2008
177. I Love You, I Hate You 12/18/2008
178. Pleasure Boat 12/18/2008
179. I Talk In My Head, So You Wont Hear Me 12/18/2008
180. Only On Paper 12/18/2008
181. Standing 12/18/2008
182. Lucky I Am Not A Fly 12/18/2008
183. Tricked Again 12/18/2008
184. Digging In My Trash 12/18/2008
185. She Sits Back Down 12/19/2008
186. Save The Drag 12/19/2008
187. Last Taste Of Innocence 12/19/2008
188. Plantation Moss 12/19/2008
189. Running 12/19/2008
190. I Paint Your Lips 12/19/2008
191. All You Hold Dear 12/19/2008
192. Christmas Trees 12/19/2008
193. Passion Rules Reason Sucks (I'M In Luck) 12/19/2008
194. She Rolls Over Looking At You 12/19/2008
195. Looking 12/19/2008
196. Apoli 12/19/2008
197. Aunder The Tree A While 12/19/2008
198. Usweet Of Honey 12/20/2008
199. Struck This Coin 12/20/2008
200. Dreams Of Others 12/20/2008

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..

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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