James McLain

Gold Star - 41,631 Points [is It poetry] (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

James McLain Poems

3041. Open Garden 6/8/2010
3042. Melting Faces Kiss 6/8/2010
3043. Strong Fingers 6/8/2010
3044. My Mum Is, 'When She Comes 6/8/2010
3045. Dandy Lions 6/8/2010
3046. The Burning Edge Of Drive 6/9/2010
3047. If I Were To Smell Your Love 6/9/2010
3048. Between Your Secret 6/9/2010
3049. Further Out, ' Too Long 6/10/2010
3050. Oil 6/6/2010
3051. Sluts 6/6/2010
3052. One Child's Gift, Given To Her Other 6/11/2010
3053. Glazed The Crystal Gazer 6/11/2010
3054. Do You Do It Naught 6/11/2010
3055. Insults, ' I Have Peaked 6/15/2010
3056. Jefferson Beauregard 'Jeff' Sessions Iii) Alabama 6/15/2010
3057. Your Hand - Your Lips 6/15/2010
3058. Childless Man 6/16/2010
3059. Minds But A Ghost 6/16/2010
3060. Pillow Of Soft White Sand 6/16/2010
3061. Blood, ' And There You Be 6/17/2010
3062. Better Me Than Thee 6/17/2010
3063. The Day After 6/18/2010
3064. And When, 'Where I Fall 6/18/2010
3065. When Crossing 6/19/2010
3066. Must I Go, If I Come 6/19/2010
3067. I Come From Where I Go 6/19/2010
3068. Daughter Of My Dearest, 6/19/2010
3069. Dear, 'It Is Form But You 6/19/2010
3070. Red Open Blooming 6/19/2010
3071. Eagles Fly The Desert Sky 6/20/2010
3072. Low A Dissonant Rumble 6/21/2010
3073. If Naught When Looking Up 6/23/2010
3074. One Battles Love And When 6/24/2010
3075. Lost Children Uncommon 6/24/2010
3076. Girls Do Want Too Model 6/11/2010
3077. Mary Wept 6/11/2010
3078. Frontiersman 6/12/2010
3079. I Will Pity No Garden 6/12/2010
3080. A Walk Through Fire 6/13/2010

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..

Pole To Pole

In the dark of night at the speed of light from edge to edge.
Such beings can stretch out of sight from side to side.
Knowing now what they now know leaves this our God,
A flock asleep when sheep we numbered are.
White feathers cover,
Countless star's each pin of light is flowing down that wraps
Us in his misty colored veil.

Decades pass,

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