James McLain

Gold Star - 41,704 Points [is It poetry] (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

James McLain Poems

2241. A Glimpse 2/9/2010
2242. Time And Sleep 2/10/2010
2243. Undergarments 2/10/2010
2244. Don'T You 2/10/2010
2245. The Bathroom 2/10/2010
2246. It Is Only A Word 2/11/2010
2247. Ladies A Gentleman 2/11/2010
2248. Made Not From Steel 2/12/2010
2249. Why The Sheriff 2/14/2010
2250. And I Cry 2/14/2010
2251. North Korean Valintine 2/14/2010
2252. Quiet Thine Majority Of Need 2/14/2010
2253. Selling My Whore 2/16/2010
2254. Selling: My Whore 2/16/2010
2255. It Is But The After Glow 2/16/2010
2256. Starke 'County, 'Florida' 2/16/2010
2257. Milking Poetry 2/12/2010
2258. My Tree 2/12/2010
2259. He And I And You 2/12/2010
2260. You Left Writing Me 2/16/2010
2261. No One Hears Her 2/16/2010
2262. Touch It Too It Is Windy 2/17/2010
2263. Waiting, Wait No More 2/17/2010
2264. Your Intelligence 2/17/2010
2265. Each Face When Full 2/17/2010
2266. Sexy Momma 2/17/2010
2267. Awareness 2/17/2010
2268. The Preist 2/17/2010
2269. Blue A Feild 2/18/2010
2270. Oceans Of Silence 2/18/2010
2271. Each Salty Leaf 2/18/2010
2272. Suttle Periods 2/18/2010
2273. Her Like That Star 2/18/2010
2274. House Of Dreams 2/18/2010
2275. Freed Her Lips 2/18/2010
2276. Too You 2/18/2010
2277. Do Not Be Angry 2/18/2010
2278. I Think Of You 2/18/2010
2279. Be Hot And Full 2/18/2010
2280. My First Lady Doctor 2/18/2010

Comments about James McLain

  • Carol Carter Carol Carter (2/4/2015 12:12:00 AM)

    Agree with your thoughts.

    28 person liked.
    24 person did not like.
  • 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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