James McLain

Gold Star - 40,958 Points [is It poetry] (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

James McLain Poems

281. One Summer Moon 12/24/2008
282. Good Coffee 12/24/2008
283. I May Or May Not 12/24/2008
284. The Beatle 12/24/2008
285. I Am A Sick Pup 12/24/2008
286. Fish Breath 12/24/2008
287. Dear Safety 12/24/2008
288. Alligator Traphim 12/24/2008
289. Small Simple Suicide 12/24/2008
290. When I Came To Eat At Your House 12/24/2008
291. Bartered This Flesh 1/14/2009
292. Dancing Leaf 1/20/2009
293. Hidden In The Dark 1/22/2009
294. May I 1/22/2009
295. If I Do You Will You 1/23/2009
296. Menopause In Men 1/23/2009
297. Eddies Soft Upon Your Palm 1/23/2009
298. Friends I Thought To Me 1/23/2009
299. Some Will Come 1/23/2009
300. No Thought To Some 1/24/2009
301. What Say You 1/24/2009
302. Digging Up My Dirt 1/24/2009
303. Words Not Tears In Fears 1/26/2009
304. The Director Flowing Free 1/26/2009
305. Endless Path I Tread 1/26/2009
306. It’s Just Easier To Stay Numb 1/28/2009
307. Pale The Heart 1/28/2009
308. Magicians 12/22/2008
309. Windows 12/24/2008
310. Infinity Once Found 1/20/2009
311. I Paint Your Face 1/28/2009
312. I Gave One Peanut To Many To The Elephant 1/28/2009
313. Slippery Isle A Party Line 1/29/2009
314. Hunted Like The Wicked Dog I'M Not Backward To Sea 1/29/2009
315. Guileless Child We Think 1/29/2009
316. A Good Wife Would 1/29/2009
317. I Wrote You Butt 1/29/2009
318. Standing Stone Stilled 1/31/2009
319. Love Never Quits 1/31/2009
320. Hello 2/2/2009

Comments about James McLain

  • Carol Carter Carol Carter (2/4/2015 12:12:00 AM)

    Agree with your thoughts.

    26 person liked.
    24 person did not like.
  • 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.

loving ...

Read the full of She Is Afraid, He Is Tired..

Wildwood # 1

Is a secret dark place in southern Saint Petersburg.
In a dark cave weary and weak of life some are.
From the streets to here rabid like dog's the one's traumatized
Shake from the noise trapped in a dream most are.
Wildwood like an ant hill those at the top want out, we are sausage's
In the hands of a cook slaving day in and day out.
Some time's the noise comes, like a plane crash where like cord wood
The weak succumb to their weakness.
Drug's and alcohol from the mirror the seas are not

[Report Error]