James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

2401. Eyes Dull But Happy 3/13/2010
2402. Deep It May Sink 3/13/2010
2403. Your Breasts 3/13/2010
2404. When Her Brain Imposes A Tax 3/7/2010
2405. Bridge Of Years 3/13/2010
2406. Thine I Need A Quite Majority 3/14/2010
2407. Too His Intended 3/14/2010
2408. My Mother's Brother, Leaves 3/14/2010
2409. From Thy House: Mr Speaker 3/14/2010
2410. Beating Beneath Her Heart 3/14/2010
2411. Suicide Is Forever 3/15/2010
2412. Ignorance 3/15/2010
2413. Green As For Brown 3/15/2010
2414. Winters Long As Hunger Comes 3/15/2010
2415. God Loves Every Bird 3/15/2010
2416. Bashfully, Shy A Moment Paused 3/16/2010
2417. I Beat Inside Her Heart 3/16/2010
2418. And I Under The Moon 3/17/2010
2419. What She Saw Moving His Sand 3/17/2010
2420. That Caligula Roman Person 3/18/2010
2421. Things She Does 3/18/2010
2422. Echo's Blast From Round The Hill 3/18/2010
2423. Only You 3/18/2010
2424. A Sparrow Song 3/18/2010
2425. Within Each Whisper 3/18/2010
2426. Honey As I Touch It 3/18/2010
2427. Clear Writing 3/19/2010
2428. Souls And My Body 3/19/2010
2429. Observations 3/19/2010
2430. Distracted 3/19/2010
2431. Each Day It Met 3/19/2010
2432. Lips Talk About It 3/16/2010
2433. Lips Bright Glossy 3/16/2010
2434. Goth Lips 3/16/2010
2435. Like Shadows 3/16/2010
2436. I Hate You I Love You Sonnet 3/19/2010
2437. The Dream 3/20/2010
2438. Is It Really So Wicked Of Me 3/20/2010
2439. That Other Poetry Site 3/20/2010
2440. Needs 3/20/2010

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..

Wildwood # 1

Is a secret dark place in southern Saint Petersburg.
In a dark cave weary and weak of life some are.
From the streets to here rabid like dog's the one's traumatized
Shake from the noise trapped in a dream most are.
Wildwood like an ant hill those at the top want out, we are sausage's
In the hands of a cook slaving day in and day out.
Some time's the noise comes, like a plane crash where like cord wood
The weak succumb to their weakness.
Drug's and alcohol from the mirror the seas are not

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