James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

2881. Mercy Is The Wind 7/26/2010
2882. Upon Each Day 7/26/2010
2883. A Reflection From Me 8/1/2010
2884. My People 8/1/2010
2885. Once Heaven Is, ' Too Me 8/1/2010
2886. I Thought Of You, ' Too 8/2/2010
2887. All Knotted Up 8/3/2010
2888. Haiku - Opens Moon 7/26/2010
2889. I Can Not Stay 7/27/2010
2890. In Bending, ' I Forget 8/4/2010
2891. Of And Life 8/8/2010
2892. Past The Feeling 8/11/2010
2893. Your Other Face 8/11/2010
2894. Swirling Clouds 8/12/2010
2895. Silver Spray 8/12/2010
2896. At Night, When The Frenchies Come 8/12/2010
2897. You Lay Him Down, 'And Tell None Why 8/14/2010
2898. Yellow Fat 8/14/2010
2899. My Sister's Mouth 8/14/2010
2900. Barter 8/16/2010
2901. Often Because, ' I Know Too. 8/8/2010
2902. Often Because, ' I Know Too 8/8/2010
2903. Roses Made Thin 8/17/2010
2904. Clusterings 8/18/2010
2905. Double Glass, Made Full 8/18/2010
2906. Dolphins - Order 8/20/2010
2907. Alchemy 8/20/2010
2908. For Any Death, ' Remorse 8/22/2010
2909. Roses And Stems 8/17/2010
2910. Living In The Parking Lot 8/18/2010
2911. Summer Of Alchemy 8/22/2010
2912. Tight Wings And Barefoot 8/22/2010
2913. Found Things 8/23/2010
2914. Is She New 8/23/2010
2915. Charles Bukowski, ' Temps When Confessing 8/25/2010
2916. First Dawn 8/26/2010
2917. Crossing Lines 8/26/2010
2918. Dance Of Fairies 8/27/2010
2919. Coquinas 8/27/2010
2920. Every Day 8/27/2010

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.

loving ...

Read the full of She Is Afraid, He Is Tired..

A Single Tear

Eternity made inside to grow
singular shape to know
duct of the salt rolls from
this flesh cured spectrum
emotions all do taste
you grow.

Many are the tears that
formed upon your face.

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