James McLain

Gold Star - 41,683 Points [is It poetry] (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

James McLain Poems

2801. A Whispering Well 6/25/2010
2802. Age Of Grace 6/25/2010
2803. A Gentle Hand 6/25/2010
2804. All Do Wear Shadow's 6/26/2010
2805. Requiem For Justice Act 1 6/26/2010
2806. Requiem For Justice Act 2 6/26/2010
2807. Trapped Within Your Robes 6/29/2010
2808. Lost Things 6/29/2010
2809. The Deceivers 6/1/2010
2810. Ernest Hemingway And Your Flame 6/1/2010
2811. A Good Catholic Girl Greets Him 6/29/2010
2812. The Garden 6/30/2010
2813. My Song Of You 6/30/2010
2814. I Gave You My Son 7/8/2010
2815. Being Many Forms 7/8/2010
2816. Even After Death 7/8/2010
2817. Yellow A Flower 7/8/2010
2818. Cell Extractions 7/8/2010
2819. A Fountain At The Tip 7/8/2010
2820. She Comes Into The Dream 7/8/2010
2821. My Sis's Anus 7/8/2010
2822. Lass Or Boy 7/8/2010
2823. Gocciolamento Of Spumoso 7/8/2010
2824. Fire And Sun 7/9/2010
2825. Let It Be Forgiven 7/9/2010
2826. Haiku) The Verb( 7/9/2010
2827. Beneeth The Other Side 7/9/2010
2828. Tips The Branch 7/11/2010
2829. Telling You, My Feelings 7/12/2010
2830. The Woman Inside Of You 7/12/2010
2831. Once Too Me 7/15/2010
2832. When Lily Kisses Rose 7/16/2010
2833. About My Torchered., ' Soul 7/16/2010
2834. When, 'A Tree 7/16/2010
2835. Milk It Then, 'Dear 7/16/2010
2836. Silk Infussion 7/17/2010
2837. Infussion Of Silk 7/17/2010
2838. Wet 7/17/2010
2839. Ten Angels, 'Their Are Swearing 7/17/2010
2840. And A Woman Here 7/17/2010

Comments about James McLain

  • Carol Carter Carol Carter (2/4/2015 12:12:00 AM)

    Agree with your thoughts.

    28 person liked.
    24 person did not like.
  • 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..

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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