James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

3121. Southern Balls 1/24/2011
3122. An Observation On, ' Judgement 1/31/2011
3123. Tyne, Graduate Of Assesors 2/1/2011
3124. Ashley Is, ' When Nichole, And 2/2/2011
3125. How Being Dead, ' Do We Lie 2/2/2011
3126. 'Hopeless, ' Is This One, ' A Single Bird' 2/2/2011
3127. Are, 'Antecedents 2/4/2011
3128. When I Look 2/8/2011
3129. Kept, ' A Man 2/8/2011
3130. If By Whom Is What Is Called, 'Appropriate 2/9/2011
3131. Greensleaves 2/10/2011
3132. The Scar 2/10/2011
3133. Wooden Polished Floors 2/11/2011
3134. It Is Words, ' Only Yes 2/11/2011
3135. Before She Bursts 2/11/2011
3136. Standing In The Bushes 2/11/2011
3137. Father, ' Most Humble Sir 2/11/2011
3138. Ronald Earl Williams 2/11/2011
3139. A Crazed Boy 2/12/2011
3140. Daddies, ' Little Girl 2/12/2011
3141. Children And Their Secrets, ' An Observation On 2/12/2011
3142. Useless Are Unessesary, ' Deaths 2/12/2011
3143. Rings 2/12/2011
3144. England 2/12/2011
3145. Hello, ' My Daughter 2/13/2011
3146. Even, Echoes 2/15/2011
3147. Charles Bukowski‏ , ' His Smile To Remember 2/15/2011
3148. Oh Fifty Seven Five Twelve 2/16/2011
3149. Charles Bukowski‏ , ' Her Smile I Remember 2/16/2011
3150. Hastily Of Reputations 4/10/2011
3151. Comorbidities 4/12/2011
3152. Corpus Delicti 4/12/2011
3153. Pubococygeus, These Great Muscles 4/13/2011
3154. I Cross My Chest 4/13/2011
3155. Look At My Crying Eye 4/13/2011
3156. It Opens Fair 4/13/2011
3157. Pink Sun Kissed Tuna 4/13/2011
3158. Off The Edge Of It 4/13/2011
3159. But Of God 4/13/2011
3160. Each Red Spot 4/13/2011

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..

C*taking Turns *

Short of wind your breath belies
the dragging of your heal in
dust we trust.

Sweat dried sand to face
scoured fresh blush the
wind has made
to know.

Wind lifts my arms to take
from you this gift is
precious so.

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