James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

2001. Comfort The Flower 1/1/2010
2002. You Imagined It 1/1/2010
2003. And Outside Between A Toe 12/30/2009
2004. A Ship Of Others 1/2/2010
2005. Child Of Grace I Miss 1/2/2010
2006. Seed Of Denial 1/3/2010
2007. A Consciousness 1/3/2010
2008. A Day Comes 1/4/2010
2009. Les Enfants Du Jour Deux 1/4/2010
2010. Lest You Forget Me 1/4/2010
2011. A Visceral Reaction 1/4/2010
2012. An Assumption 1/4/2010
2013. 'More Than My Heart' 1/5/2010
2014. 'Never Did You Know' 1/5/2010
2015. One Journey 1/6/2010
2016. A Sad Poem 1/6/2010
2017. Try Kindness 1/6/2010
2018. A 'Rose' Smells 1/6/2010
2019. Human Cows 1/6/2010
2020. The Girl In A Miniskirt 1/6/2010
2021. Intérieur De La Culotte 1/6/2010
2022. Pretty Pink Puddle 1/7/2010
2023. Some Need Poetry 1/7/2010
2024. Maybe She Was A Whore 1/7/2010
2025. A 'Boy' Who Discovered 'Fire' 1/7/2010
2026. I Fit You 1/7/2010
2027. Is/Too 1/7/2010
2028. Fet⋅ Ish 1/7/2010
2029. I Am 'still' Here 1/7/2010
2030. Her Special 'Treats' 1/7/2010
2031. How 'Heavy' Must It Grow 1/7/2010
2032. To A Sod Loved In Italy 1/8/2010
2033. Go Ahead: 'stalk Me' 1/8/2010
2034. I Suspected 'It' When 1/8/2010
2035. Somebody/Anybody 1/8/2010
2036. Lèvre Pour Toucher Vos Lèvres 1/8/2010
2037. Reading Poetry 1/8/2010
2038. Mine Being Blue, His Always Pink 1/8/2010
2039. The Man She Killed 1/9/2010
2040. My One Bridge Looks 1/9/2010

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..

Wildwood # 1

Is a secret dark place in southern Saint Petersburg.
In a dark cave weary and weak of life some are.
From the streets to here rabid like dog's the one's traumatized
Shake from the noise trapped in a dream most are.
Wildwood like an ant hill those at the top want out, we are sausage's
In the hands of a cook slaving day in and day out.
Some time's the noise comes, like a plane crash where like cord wood
The weak succumb to their weakness.
Drug's and alcohol from the mirror the seas are not

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