James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

2681. Water Sits, 'Around Her Hips 5/20/2010
2682. Looking Down, 'I Am Floating By 5/20/2010
2683. Making Green, 'Lovely Babies 5/20/2010
2684. Looking Down, I Am Floating By 5/21/2010
2685. Static And White Noise 5/21/2010
2686. A Dream Forbidden 5/21/2010
2687. And Your Hands 5/22/2010
2688. The Jaw Of The Ocean 5/22/2010
2689. Red Is Mercy, 'Mom 5/22/2010
2690. Floating Is, 'I Sea 5/22/2010
2691. Floating Is, I Sea 5/22/2010
2692. Lovely Green Babies 5/22/2010
2693. None Escape 5/22/2010
2694. English Is Peter 5/24/2010
2695. And Bill, 'Your Wife 5/24/2010
2696. Over The River Crossing 5/24/2010
2697. The Sea Is Deep 5/24/2010
2698. Mum 5/24/2010
2699. When Love Was Born 5/24/2010
2700. That Blood Red Dress 5/24/2010
2701. When I Was Young 5/25/2010
2702. I Am Horizontal 5/25/2010
2703. A Ladies, 'Mister Lazarus 5/25/2010
2704. B.P.Money And Mister President 5/25/2010
2705. And When You Lie 5/25/2010
2706. Mum And Her, 'Enemas 5/25/2010
2707. Coming Almost, 'I Came 5/25/2010
2708. Incoming, 'The Tide 5/25/2010
2709. Is Sand A Restaurant 5/25/2010
2710. Winter Oysters 5/26/2010
2711. My Sister Now 5/26/2010
2712. Charles Bukowski, ' Taking Care Of Buisness 5/26/2010
2713. Chum Buddies 5/26/2010
2714. Judged To Harshly 5/27/2010
2715. Come Fall Up 5/27/2010
2716. Daughter Given 5/27/2010
2717. My Daughter, 'They Are Here 5/27/2010
2718. Strumming, 'A Tight String 5/27/2010
2719. When Cities Sleep 5/27/2010
2720. Each Sleeping Hill 5/27/2010

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..

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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