James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

2641. Each, 'Lesson 5/11/2010
2642. Bull Frogs 5/11/2010
2643. The Cheeks, The Lips 5/11/2010
2644. Brown Boy 5/11/2010
2645. Sara T.Teasdale) Loves Me( 5/11/2010
2646. Relationships 5/12/2010
2647. Yellow, 'Red Giant 5/13/2010
2648. All Find My Tongue 5/13/2010
2649. About The Sun 5/13/2010
2650. Kenny The Crab 5/13/2010
2651. Covered Only In Salt 5/13/2010
2652. Full 5/13/2010
2653. Pieces In The Box 5/13/2010
2654. A Sleepless Moon 5/15/2010
2655. Denial 5/15/2010
2656. Anchala 5/15/2010
2657. Wet Rain 5/15/2010
2658. Bequest Beheld 5/15/2010
2659. Trees And Bushes 5/15/2010
2660. Haiku) Caught 5/15/2010
2661. Dad, 'said 5/15/2010
2662. Golden A Covetousness 5/15/2010
2663. Here Comes His Lover And Shes Gay 5/15/2010
2664. My Sisters Milk 5/16/2010
2665. Kissing The Mountain 5/16/2010
2666. It Is Forever And More 5/16/2010
2667. By My Fears 5/14/2010
2668. The Star Fish, Gov'Ner Crist 5/14/2010
2669. Understanding My Hands 5/14/2010
2670. A Fantasy. 5/17/2010
2671. Her Beast My Burden 5/17/2010
2672. A Poem Sad 5/17/2010
2673. Gigolo His Plath 5/17/2010
2674. Crying Into The Mask 5/17/2010
2675. The Child Of Now 5/18/2010
2676. Living Right 5/18/2010
2677. Green With Mortification 5/18/2010
2678. And Just Last Night 5/19/2010
2679. Haiku) The Laugh Of A Child 5/19/2010
2680. Little Juicies 5/19/2010

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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