James McLain

Gold Star - 41,654 Points [is It poetry] (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

James McLain Poems

2041. The Good Frenchwoman 1/11/2010
2042. As French We Travelled 1/11/2010
2043. To A Sod Loved In Italy 1/8/2010
2044. Go Ahead: 'stalk Me' 1/8/2010
2045. I Suspected 'It' When 1/8/2010
2046. Somebody/Anybody 1/8/2010
2047. Lèvre Pour Toucher Vos Lèvres 1/8/2010
2048. Reading Poetry 1/8/2010
2049. Mine Being Blue, His Always Pink 1/8/2010
2050. The Man She Killed 1/9/2010
2051. My One Bridge Looks 1/9/2010
2052. About You 1/9/2010
2053. Wishes I Wish 1/9/2010
2054. The Visitor 1/9/2010
2055. Peaches Ripe And Full 1/9/2010
2056. Poo Breath 1/9/2010
2057. A Visceral Reaction 1/4/2010
2058. An Assumption 1/4/2010
2059. 'More Than My Heart' 1/5/2010
2060. 'Never Did You Know' 1/5/2010
2061. Woman Of Goth 1/12/2010
2062. An Incalculable Secrecy 1/12/2010
2063. Avocados And Rain 1/12/2010
2064. Baby Blue 1/13/2010
2065. White Silence 1/13/2010
2066. To Want To Be 1/13/2010
2067. If I Say Yes Too.. Ramona 1/13/2010
2068. Sign Above The Door 1/13/2010
2069. Seize The Bed 1/13/2010
2070. Snowflakes 1/13/2010
2071. Never Become Insane 1/14/2010
2072. Darning Fruit Garlands 1/14/2010
2073. Before A Rising Sun 1/14/2010
2074. What If 'I' Say 'Yes' 1/14/2010
2075. Covetousness 1/14/2010
2076. My Eyes Were On The Sun 1/14/2010
2077. Enlightened Love Gifts Fay 1/14/2010
2078. Full Lips That Kiss 1/14/2010
2079. Sweet The Valley 1/14/2010
2080. E.E.Cummings, I Lost One Melody 1/15/2010

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.

Loves,
loving ...

Read the full of She Is Afraid, He Is Tired..

Heart In Oak *

Such as does repose
fine grain.

Polished surface gained
thus by feel.

Soul of a giant
lays within.

Bowing Gently
in the breeze.

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