James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

2441. That Other Poetry Site 3/20/2010
2442. Needs 3/20/2010
2443. Attention 3/20/2010
2444. You Are Not A Nun 3/21/2010
2445. Poo Ting Noises 3/21/2010
2446. Take My One Conceit 3/21/2010
2447. Every Time She Winks..I Love Her More 3/21/2010
2448. Spring 3/20/2010
2449. What A Little Money Does 3/20/2010
2450. Post Conviction Relief 3/20/2010
2451. Fingers 3/21/2010
2452. Thought Crimes 3/21/2010
2453. Sleep 3/21/2010
2454. Enaphalopahy 3/23/2010
2455. Beating Of It, 'Her Heart 3/24/2010
2456. Each New Broken Promise 3/24/2010
2457. Just Before The Preparation 3/24/2010
2458. Prep For Colonoscopy 3/24/2010
2459. 'Enoughsaid' 3/24/2010
2460. And You Are Not Some Nun 3/24/2010
2461. Of Hope 3/24/2010
2462. Every Year Springs, 'Break' 3/25/2010
2463. Camp E-How-Kee... 3/25/2010
2464. Verigo 3/25/2010
2465. From 'Your' Despair I Grew Worried 3/25/2010
2466. Mr.President 3/25/2010
2467. When She May First Awaken 3/25/2010
2468. Tenament Hall Gossip 3/25/2010
2469. Multifunctional Families 3/25/2010
2470. No One Told Me 3/25/2010
2471. When Does A 'President' 3/26/2010
2472. Moved To Tears 3/26/2010
2473. The 'Professional' Her Heart 3/26/2010
2474. 'Dear' When You Smile I Cry 3/26/2010
2475. Awaking With You 3/26/2010
2476. I Must Hide All I Know 3/27/2010
2477. Boy Secrets And Girls Forbiden Knowledge 3/27/2010
2478. Faith My, 'God' Each Particle 3/27/2010
2479. Circumnavigate 3/27/2010
2480. It Is Not An Animal Thing 3/28/2010

Comments about James McLain

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

    Agree with your thoughts.

    27 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.

loving ...

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

A Single Tear

Eternity made inside to grow
singular shape to know
duct of the salt rolls from
this flesh cured spectrum
emotions all do taste
you grow.

Many are the tears that
formed upon your face.

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