James McLain

Gold Star - 41,631 Points [is It poetry] (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

James McLain Poems

2161. Even Worse Morning 12/14/2009
2162. 'Garden' Of Silk 12/14/2009
2163. After 'Each' Kiss 12/14/2009
2164. Sad' 12/14/2009
2165. I Am 'sad' 12/15/2009
2166. Some 'Ants' 12/15/2009
2167. Death On Each 'Clear' Dawn 12/15/2009
2168. And As Your 'Teacher' Watches 'You' 12/15/2009
2169. Camp E-How-Kee. 12/15/2009
2170. Why I Wait 12/15/2009
2171. It's His Woods In Her Forest; 12/15/2009
2172. 'Dear' Is This Why 'You' Milk Me 12/16/2009
2173. 'Dear' This Is Why 'You' Milk 'It' 12/16/2009
2174. Little 'Girl' You Ran Away 12/10/2009
2175. I Am That 'Child' In The Swing 12/10/2009
2176. Am I 'What' I Am 12/10/2009
2177. I Am That 'Child' In 'Your' Swing 12/10/2009
2178. Each 'Dropp' Of Rain 12/5/2009
2179. 'Ivory' Tusks And Friends 12/11/2009
2180. 'Does' He Make 'You' Cry 12/11/2009
2181. Modern Florida's 'Chain' Of D.N.A. 12/16/2009
2182. That Other Ship Forgot 12/16/2009
2183. 'Dear' Is This Why 'You' Milked 'It' 12/17/2009
2184. The 'Last Milking' 12/17/2009
2185. Here 'He' Comes 'Your' Lover And She's 'Gay' 12/17/2009
2186. Privates 12/17/2009
2187. How Is The Why Do I Ache 12/17/2009
2188. Lily 'shuns' The Rose 12/17/2009
2189. When Soft Of Voice I Die 12/17/2009
2190. Half 12/17/2009
2191. Thin Paper Lantern 12/17/2009
2192. The Dance 12/17/2009
2193. Ride 'It' In Your Dreams 12/18/2009
2194. If An 'Error' 12/18/2009
2195. Mother Margareta 12/18/2009
2196. The Lizard 12/18/2009
2197. Welcome To A Poet's Love-My Daughter 12/19/2009
2198. Stranger 'In Some' Strange Land 12/19/2009
2199. If Aching Or Crushed 12/19/2009
2200. I Need To Breath....Between Each Squeeze 12/19/2009

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.

Loves,
loving ...

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

C*taking Turns *

Short of wind your breath belies
the dragging of your heal in
dust we trust.

Sweat dried sand to face
scoured fresh blush the
wind has made
to know.

Wind lifts my arms to take
from you this gift is
precious so.

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