James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

2961. A Mounded Serpants, Circle 10/11/2010
2962. Yes And No 10/11/2010
2963. I Being, Simply Am 10/12/2010
2964. Flowers Growing, ' Power 10/12/2010
2965. Cotton Bottoms 10/12/2010
2966. Reincarnated, Being Born 10/14/2010
2967. Yellow Cotton Bottoms 10/14/2010
2968. When Too Him 10/14/2010
2969. Speak, You Don'T 10/15/2010
2970. More Than Yellow, Cotton Bottoms 10/15/2010
2971. When To Him 10/15/2010
2972. Poor The Body 10/15/2010
2973. Remember 10/16/2010
2974. Left Blind 10/16/2010
2975. Strength 10/17/2010
2976. Your Closet 10/17/2010
2977. Left Blind And One, ' I 10/17/2010
2978. When By It, Water Flows 10/18/2010
2979. Coming From Yours, Comes Mine 10/20/2010
2980. Yours, My Closet 10/20/2010
2981. Déjà Vu, 10/20/2010
2982. Justis Would Desire Kind Hands 10/21/2010
2983. Panty Lines 10/21/2010
2984. And If By Loving Me 10/21/2010
2985. Private, Is Each Face 10/23/2010
2986. White Apple Blooms 10/24/2010
2987. Wrinkled Four Pouty Lips 10/24/2010
2988. You When Am I 10/24/2010
2989. My Creator, God, And Sleep 10/25/2010
2990. The Vessle 10/25/2010
2991. Hopeless, Then Emily, Is 10/25/2010
2992. The Smile 10/27/2010
2993. Her Milk, My Milk 10/27/2010
2994. The Clouds 10/27/2010
2995. Frost Off The Highest, I Speak Of 10/28/2010
2996. Build Off That Mound 10/28/2010
2997. Breast Pumps 10/28/2010
2998. Building Up, 'Off That Mound 10/29/2010
2999. Frosting The Peak, Can You, Speak Of 10/29/2010
3000. As We Glow 10/29/2010

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..

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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