James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

2201. A Tree Is Breathing 2/4/2010
2202. Exhausted 2/4/2010
2203. Caroline's Valentine 2/5/2010
2204. Full Of The 'Apple' 2/5/2010
2205. Fleur D' 'O' My Life ' 2/5/2010
2206. 'Tough It Out' 2/5/2010
2207. A Tremor 2/5/2010
2208. Each Thing I Left 2/5/2010
2209. Out Of Knowledge 2/5/2010
2210. A Bra Streamless 2/5/2010
2211. Shell Pink And Buttery 2/5/2010
2212. Clear Red Ink 2/6/2010
2213. Dasies Sunflowers 2/6/2010
2214. People 2/6/2010
2215. She Said 2/6/2010
2216. They'Re Pretty 2/6/2010
2217. Gothic 1/28/2010
2218. Hot Pressure 1/28/2010
2219. I Dream Approximately 2/2/2010
2220. Marmaladed 2/2/2010
2221. Sand Glass 2/3/2010
2222. Vivid Colors 2/6/2010
2223. Art Thou A Seed 2/6/2010
2224. The Car 2/7/2010
2225. Away My Love 2/7/2010
2226. Day Clutters Dark Stone 2/7/2010
2227. Hurry Come My Sister 2/7/2010
2228. Tragic Rose 2/7/2010
2229. Once Upon As 2/8/2010
2230. Words Like Silk 2/8/2010
2231. Translucence 2/8/2010
2232. Fair Hair 2/8/2010
2233. Closer To Mist 2/8/2010
2234. Cups Raised Up Deeply 2/8/2010
2235. Oysters Cut But One Way 2/8/2010
2236. Time And Sleep 2/10/2010
2237. Undergarments 2/10/2010
2238. Don'T You 2/10/2010
2239. The Bathroom 2/10/2010
2240. It Is Only A Word 2/11/2010

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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