James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

1961. Re Packed Each Day 'In' Cotton 12/22/2009
1962. A Mask So Stark 12/22/2009
1963. People Of Heaven 12/22/2009
1964. Just A Lizard 12/22/2009
1965. I Stayed 12/23/2009
1966. High Upon The Hill 12/23/2009
1967. 'Dear' Beseech Him 12/23/2009
1968. A Face Beneeth A Cloud 12/23/2009
1969. Never Seek To Sell Thy Love 12/23/2009
1970. Forgetfulness 12/23/2009
1971. Ghetto Rat 12/23/2009
1972. A Nerve 12/24/2009
1973. A Disguise 12/24/2009
1974. Guns 12/24/2009
1975. Being Genteel And 'south' Bright Lights 12/24/2009
1976. Their Secret 12/24/2009
1977. Piles Of Half-Shells 12/24/2009
1978. Babies Made Female Or Male 12/25/2009
1979. We Both Just Liked It 12/25/2009
1980. Recall 12/25/2009
1981. Almost My First Time 12/25/2009
1982. Puppy Dog Tails 12/26/2009
1983. Where, I Never Learned 12/26/2009
1984. Hills 12/27/2009
1985. The Devil 12/27/2009
1986. Eccentricities 12/27/2009
1987. Turpentine 12/27/2009
1988. 'Deep' Inside Insanity 12/27/2009
1989. In French It's Not At All, It's Just Suggestive 12/28/2009
1990. En Français, Il N'Est Pas Du Tout C'Est Juste Suggestifs 12/28/2009
1991. Green Palmetto 12/28/2009
1992. A 'Therapist' 12/28/2009
1993. Standing By The Window 12/28/2009
1994. A 'Disguise' 12/28/2009
1995. 'Interrogatories' That Play With Dawn 12/29/2009
1996. The Rod From God 12/29/2009
1997. Scared Not Knowing 12/29/2009
1998. 'Heat' So 'White' 12/29/2009
1999. More Milk Less Talk 12/29/2009
2000. A White Green Lantern 12/30/2009

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..

Face Of The Poor *

Of all our children.
Dirt scuffed face America has some.
Late night Sally Struthers infomercial.
Compassion of the old in their time of need.
Helping in the wide open homeless shelter.
Bread from their mouths for the young.
Picture the views.
You helped to make.
Words stir the pot of no news.

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