James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

3081. I Am, 12/10/2010
3082. Come Sleep In Cresant Moon 12/13/2010
3083. Intermittent, ' I Am Growing Yellow 12/13/2010
3084. Islands 12/13/2010
3085. Where Sidewalks Never End 12/13/2010
3086. Florida, Counties And Tax Lein Certificates................. 12/14/2010
3087. Wisely Ruled Permits 12/16/2010
3088. King James 12/16/2010
3089. Loneliness Is 12/22/2010
3090. A Neophte 12/22/2010
3091. My Life Has Been Your Poem 12/27/2010
3092. Night Remains 12/28/2010
3093. House Of My Dreams 12/31/2010
3094. Sensual Kiss With A Twist Of Bold 1/4/2011
3095. Trilling 1/4/2011
3096. Emo Girl And Confessed It 1/4/2011
3097. Your Heart Once Mine Was Too Heavy 1/5/2011
3098. Buds And Bells, 1/9/2011
3099. A Secret Hold 1/9/2011
3100. Buds And Bells 1/10/2011
3101. Of Buds And Bells 1/10/2011
3102. Sara Palin Stamps Her Feet 1/10/2011
3103. Each Drop I Catch 1/10/2011
3104. Drift By Lazily 1/10/2011
3105. Up Her Skirt 1/10/2011
3106. After Death 1/10/2011
3107. Revolution Umbilicus 1/10/2011
3108. Popularity Of The Ant 1/10/2011
3109. Beneeth My Chest Beats Your Heart 1/11/2011
3110. Deeply Graven Lines 1/11/2011
3111. Tactile Stimulaion 1/11/2011
3112. Her Eyes And Her Hands 1/11/2011
3113. Tactile Fremitus 1/11/2011
3114. Two Being, ' Yoked 1/11/2011
3115. Beauty Is Color 1/11/2011
3116. Young Pretty Girls There Was Once A Road 1/11/2011
3117. The Judge 1/15/2011
3118. Her Soul And Mind 1/15/2011
3119. My Old Lady 1/16/2011
3120. Psychological Scholar 1/16/2011

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..

Lid To My Box *

Round beveled square to a frame
bearing hues fading of dreams
maker in such crafted long ago
for whom but a guess many
names but few for the
wearer of the seal meant for me
not for you.

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