James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

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

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..

C*taking Turns *

Short of wind your breath belies
the dragging of your heal in
dust we trust.

Sweat dried sand to face
scoured fresh blush the
wind has made
to know.

Wind lifts my arms to take
from you this gift is
precious so.

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