James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

2161. Isitpoetry@live.Com 2/1/2010
2162. Gravy Train 2/1/2010
2163. Every Body Running 2/1/2010
2164. Every Bodies Running 2/1/2010
2165. Or I At It 2/1/2010
2166. 'L'/We\both/She\he 2/1/2010
2167. Cigarette 2/1/2010
2168. The Pond 2/1/2010
2169. Pale Lips 2/1/2010
2170. Dead We Lie 2/2/2010
2171. Awaked 2/2/2010
2172. As A Finger Moves It 2/2/2010
2173. The Concept 2/2/2010
2174. Slow It Is Motion 2/2/2010
2175. Advances 2/2/2010
2176. Deadened 2/2/2010
2177. Le Feu 1/28/2010
2178. Gothic 1/28/2010
2179. Hot Pressure 1/28/2010
2180. And Which Is Milked 1/29/2010
2181. A Certain Softer Passion 1/29/2010
2182. Beautiful, ' I Am Handsom 1/29/2010
2183. White Wig 1/29/2010
2184. Early After Bloom 1/30/2010
2185. Cry Into The Mask 1/30/2010
2186. 'Oh Dad' 1/30/2010
2187. I Dream Approximately 2/2/2010
2188. Marmaladed 2/2/2010
2189. Sand Glass 2/3/2010
2190. Wrinkled The Eyebrows 2/3/2010
2191. Love Is Her 'Bull' 2/3/2010
2192. A Pulsar 2/3/2010
2193. Black Mink 2/3/2010
2194. Lips Are Sealed 2/3/2010
2195. The Key The Cross 2/3/2010
2196. The Other Finger 2/3/2010
2197. A Hysterical Girl Cries 2/3/2010
2198. Miraculeuxment 2/4/2010
2199. Ocean Treasure 2/4/2010
2200. She Eyes The Feast 2/4/2010

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..

Lid To My Box *

Round beveled square to a frame
bearing hues fading of dreams
maker in such crafted long ago
for whom but a guess many
names but few for the
wearer of the seal meant for me
not for you.

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