James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

201. Lovingly To You 12/20/2008
202. Path O Trails 12/20/2008
203. Alabama Remembered 12/20/2008
204. Atoday 12/20/2008
205. I Muse To My Self 12/20/2008
206. Gold And Money 12/20/2008
207. Anons Land 12/20/2008
208. For C T Heart 12/20/2008
209. Some One For Got A Couple 12/20/2008
210. Pleasure Is Mine 12/20/2008
211. Plump Pudding 12/20/2008
212. Waiting 12/20/2008
213. Phffts Come Here Please 12/20/2008
214. Fence Of Sun 12/20/2008
215. Haiku Boy Forlorn 12/20/2008
216. Phffft Dweller Of Adullam 12/20/2008
217. Phffft Dance 12/20/2008
218. Fire 12/20/2008
219. Emotions Words 12/20/2008
220. My Mouth Your Dream 12/20/2008
221. Phffft Edda 12/20/2008
222. Lost Moon 12/20/2008
223. Phffft ~~~~~~~ 12/20/2008
224. Sneaky Thief 12/20/2008
225. Humbly 12/20/2008
226. Our Loo Women Too 12/21/2008
227. Grace To Thee 12/21/2008
228. Sosofffft ~~~come 12/21/2008
229. Blithering Sops 12/20/2008
230. Ohsosofffffftly~~for You 12/21/2008
231. Your Three Legged Horse Won The Race 12/21/2008
232. Ohhhhh ~~ Be Still 12/21/2008
233. Phffft ~~sossoffftly~i~ 12/21/2008
234. Sofffttt~lights 12/21/2008
235. A Pond Kept Hidden 12/21/2008
236. Phffft ~~~wiggling Worm 12/21/2008
237. Clearing Coral Of Sand 12/21/2008
238. Footbal In My Cave 12/21/2008
239. Inside Your Heart 12/21/2008
240. How Long ~~~after Im Gone Will You Forget Me~~ 12/21/2008

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..

Heart In Oak *

Such as does repose
fine grain.

Polished surface gained
thus by feel.

Soul of a giant
lays within.

Bowing Gently
in the breeze.

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