James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

241. Phffft ~~~clues~ 12/21/2008
242. Wenching 12/21/2008
243. One Second Past 12/21/2008
244. No Grace 12/21/2008
245. I Confes***it Was Me 12/21/2008
246. Ssoofffttly~ I~ Tread ~tiaera 12/21/2008
247. Sossoffftly~i~~tiaera~ 12/21/2008
248. So Sofftly And Old In Grace 12/21/2008
249. Graceful Father Of Tv's House 12/21/2008
250. If She Knew The Stand 12/22/2008
251. Apples And Oranges 12/22/2008
252. Atuche 12/22/2008
253. Your Winding Stream 12/22/2008
254. Winter Of Water 12/22/2008
255. Trapped In Ice 12/22/2008
256. Love Lies 12/22/2008
257. Snivel Please 12/22/2008
258. Swiveled Hips 12/22/2008
259. Legal~disclaimer 12/22/2008
260. Phffft~~sleeping~around~~ 12/22/2008
261. Well~help~ Me ~up 12/22/2008
262. You~ 12/22/2008
263. Pauls Little Frog 12/23/2008
264. Carrot In You 12/23/2008
265. A Star 12/23/2008
266. Falling Free Into 12/23/2008
267. Rushing~lights 12/23/2008
268. Children 12/23/2008
269. We Travel On 12/23/2008
270. Antisipation 12/23/2008
271. Very Tasty 12/23/2008
272. From Your Lips Pour Honey 12/23/2008
273. She Doesn'T 12/23/2008
274. Thirty Days 12/23/2008
275. The Shaking Quaker 12/23/2008
276. Eagle 12/23/2008
277. Pick On Someone Else 12/24/2008
278. Yes You Know 12/24/2008
279. I Lay My Flame 12/24/2008
280. One Summer Moon 12/24/2008

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.

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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