James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

2841. Ice Cream, ' Instead 7/17/2010
2842. Time As The Rain Of Time 7/17/2010
2843. Image Divine 7/17/2010
2844. One Rose Anew 7/18/2010
2845. Morning Circles 7/18/2010
2846. Lips Apart 7/18/2010
2847. To Touch Her Ear 7/18/2010
2848. Ten Angels, ' There Is Swearing 7/18/2010
2849. I Was Never Yours 7/18/2010
2850. I Was Always Yours 7/18/2010
2851. You Are, ' How I Suffered 7/18/2010
2852. Country Men 7/18/2010
2853. Love You 7/18/2010
2854. Dear Holly 7/2/2010
2855. Our Body 7/2/2010
2856. I Know 7/2/2010
2857. Judges And By My Fear 7/7/2010
2858. And Do You, 'As I 7/7/2010
2859. Seven Minutes Of Wonder 7/1/2010
2860. A Woman Finds Fire 7/2/2010
2861. A Milkman 7/13/2010
2862. Know It Why, ' Your Cut 7/18/2010
2863. Exhiled To Your Shore 7/18/2010
2864. Music Makes The Madness 7/18/2010
2865. Child Of The Wind 7/19/2010
2866. Child Of Wind 7/19/2010
2867. By Stander 7/21/2010
2868. Where I, ' Slept 7/21/2010
2869. Hernando County Victim Resource Advocate 7/21/2010
2870. Heaven Is A Different Sign - To My Only Daughter 7/21/2010
2871. Telling You, ' My Feelings 7/14/2010
2872. Lost Love, ' Is This Feeling 7/18/2010
2873. The Mugging 7/24/2010
2874. The Hamptons 7/24/2010
2875. Of Children 7/24/2010
2876. From The Bench 7/25/2010
2877. Tuesday Through Tuesday 7/25/2010
2878. Forever Was 7/26/2010
2879. Mercy Is The Wind 7/26/2010
2880. Upon Each Day 7/26/2010

Comments about James McLain

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

    Agree with your thoughts.

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    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.

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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