James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

3001. Tampa 11/2/2010
3002. Kissing The Mask 11/2/2010
3003. Forever Light 11/3/2010
3004. Perhaps 11/4/2010
3005. Beauty Shop 11/4/2010
3006. And Whens Forever 11/4/2010
3007. And Man, ' I Am 11/4/2010
3008. Only Nipples 11/4/2010
3009. A Certain Man 11/4/2010
3010. I Never Knew 11/5/2010
3011. Comes The Sea 11/5/2010
3012. I May, For You A While 11/6/2010
3013. Lily 11/6/2010
3014. Your Why My, ' Priorities 11/8/2010
3015. Psychosexual Evaluation, ' Is When Yours 11/8/2010
3016. Of Poets, By Poets 11/8/2010
3017. Toys 11/8/2010
3018. When Toys 11/9/2010
3019. Toy 11/9/2010
3020. When Normal Is Your World 11/12/2010
3021. When By, 'Clearwaters Finest 11/12/2010
3022. The Good Woman 11/12/2010
3023. Open Petals 11/12/2010
3024. Moving Off, I Move Throught It 11/14/2010
3025. On Hearing Them 11/14/2010
3026. Lots Of Rat-Poop 11/14/2010
3027. Teachers Thinking, Taught 10/10/2010
3028. When You, Upon 10/10/2010
3029. Slippers 10/10/2010
3030. A Mounded Serpants, Circle 10/11/2010
3031. Yes And No 10/11/2010
3032. I Being, Simply Am 10/12/2010
3033. When He Dies 11/3/2010
3034. Digging In Cotton 11/4/2010
3035. You There 11/15/2010
3036. Stiff With Envy 11/16/2010
3037. On The Sea 11/16/2010
3038. Fertile Earth 11/18/2010
3039. Kept Abreast Of It 11/20/2010
3040. Horn Is Bull Human 11/20/2010

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..

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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