James McLain

Gold Star - 41,631 Points [is It poetry] (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

James McLain Poems

2641. Where Is Love 3/5/2010
2642. An Empty Crows Nest 3/5/2010
2643. It Drains Your Soul 3/6/2010
2644. Palindromic 3/6/2010
2645. Other Girls Lie To 3/6/2010
2646. Both Feel It Strongly 3/6/2010
2647. Her Oneself 3/6/2010
2648. Where The Throat Is Narrow 3/6/2010
2649. Rubbing Noses With The Devil 3/6/2010
2650. Forced Gay On Strait 2/25/2010
2651. My Sensitivity Is Strong 2/25/2010
2652. Even The Woman Inside 2/28/2010
2653. Behind A Shade 2/28/2010
2654. Form Of That Form 2/28/2010
2655. Independently 2/28/2010
2656. Only Me 3/7/2010
2657. From 'My' Despair 3/7/2010
2658. Bare-Faced 3/8/2010
2659. Forgiveness 3/9/2010
2660. 'Queen-Like' Dreams Escape 3/9/2010
2661. The Silver Maker 3/9/2010
2662. And I As You Ask 3/9/2010
2663. As I Touch It 3/9/2010
2664. Justice Can Present A Thick Wall 3/10/2010
2665. I Of The Silence 3/10/2010
2666. Hello: .....Just Stick Your Head In 3/10/2010
2667. 'Fog And Soul' 3/11/2010
2668. Pushing Her Heart Out 3/11/2010
2669. Cut As You Are 3/11/2010
2670. She Nods And Winks 3/11/2010
2671. Endless Time 3/12/2010
2672. Your Pale White Hand 3/12/2010
2673. How Deeply Can I Be 3/12/2010
2674. Pink Shells Lay Strewn About 3/13/2010
2675. Eyes Dull But Happy 3/13/2010
2676. Deep It May Sink 3/13/2010
2677. Your Breasts 3/13/2010
2678. Bridge Of Years 3/13/2010
2679. Thine I Need A Quite Majority 3/14/2010
2680. It Is Why She Is So Beautiful 3/14/2010

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..

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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