James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

2121. Oh'His How So Quickly 1/21/2010
2122. Oh' His How So Quickly 1/21/2010
2123. Around Soft Wet Ground 1/21/2010
2124. Thus It Is 'You' My Requiem..1 1/22/2010
2125. Thus It Is 'You' My Requiem..2 1/22/2010
2126. The Crazy Man 1/22/2010
2127. My Hearts Your Breeze 1/22/2010
2128. And As Heavy As Her Want 1/22/2010
2129. Behind A Curtain Cut 1/23/2010
2130. I Carried Your Heart 1/23/2010
2131. Kisses Fond 1/23/2010
2132. The Talking Stranger 1/23/2010
2133. Left Crumpled Whispering 1/23/2010
2134. A Lady 'loves' Her Mister 1/24/2010
2135. Light Is Purchased..(2) 1/25/2010
2136. Light Is Purchased.. (1) 1/25/2010
2137. A Boxroom D' 1/25/2010
2138. Tears During A Tremor 1/25/2010
2139. Aujourn 'D 1/25/2010
2140. Deaf In An Ear 1/25/2010
2141. Came Dawn 1/26/2010
2142. The Soft Spring The Pleasant King 1/26/2010
2143. Hay A Needle 1/26/2010
2144. Exposed 1/26/2010
2145. Goth 1/26/2010
2146. Daddies Gentle Hand 1/26/2010
2147. Poem Haters Toilet 1/26/2010
2148. Can You Say To Me/Stop 1/27/2010
2149. Hello 'Love' 1/27/2010
2150. My Love 'Oh' For It 1/27/2010
2151. White Of Lily 1/27/2010
2152. Your My Whiskey, Never Mild Those Wild Dead Women 1/28/2010
2153. Of Monday 1/30/2010
2154. Green Foam 1/30/2010
2155. My Mother' The Moon Of It Is ' 1/30/2010
2156. Morning Fire 1/30/2010
2157. Never Try To Have It 1/30/2010
2158. Hope-Hour Rubbed Its Sun 1/30/2010
2159. Soft Rains Will Come 1/31/2010
2160. I Can You I Can 1/31/2010

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..

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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