James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

2761. One Little Boy A Thief 6/8/2010
2762. Open Garden 6/8/2010
2763. Melting Faces Kiss 6/8/2010
2764. Strong Fingers 6/8/2010
2765. My Mum Is, 'When She Comes 6/8/2010
2766. Dandy Lions 6/8/2010
2767. The Burning Edge Of Drive 6/9/2010
2768. If I Were To Smell Your Love 6/9/2010
2769. Between Your Secret 6/9/2010
2770. Further Out, ' Too Long 6/10/2010
2771. Oil 6/6/2010
2772. Sluts 6/6/2010
2773. One Child's Gift, Given To Her Other 6/11/2010
2774. Glazed The Crystal Gazer 6/11/2010
2775. Do You Do It Naught 6/11/2010
2776. Girls Do Want Too Model 6/11/2010
2777. Mary Wept 6/11/2010
2778. Frontiersman 6/12/2010
2779. I Will Pity No Garden 6/12/2010
2780. A Walk Through Fire 6/13/2010
2781. Blinking Your Pink God 6/13/2010
2782. Little Girl 6/13/2010
2783. What Do You See, 'After I Have 6/14/2010
2784. Insults, ' I Have Peaked 6/15/2010
2785. Jefferson Beauregard 'Jeff' Sessions Iii) Alabama 6/15/2010
2786. Your Hand - Your Lips 6/15/2010
2787. Childless Man 6/16/2010
2788. Minds But A Ghost 6/16/2010
2789. Pillow Of Soft White Sand 6/16/2010
2790. Blood, ' And There You Be 6/17/2010
2791. Better Me Than Thee 6/17/2010
2792. The Day After 6/18/2010
2793. And When, 'Where I Fall 6/18/2010
2794. When Crossing 6/19/2010
2795. Must I Go, If I Come 6/19/2010
2796. I Come From Where I Go 6/19/2010
2797. Daughter Of My Dearest, 6/19/2010
2798. Dear, 'It Is Form But You 6/19/2010
2799. Red Open Blooming 6/19/2010
2800. Eagles Fly The Desert Sky 6/20/2010

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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