James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

3321. Lots Of Rat-Poop 11/14/2010
3322. Judge, When Driven Too It 11/16/2010
3323. The Beach 11/16/2010
3324. Humming Bird Song 11/18/2010
3325. Fertile Earth 11/18/2010
3326. Kept Abreast Of It 11/20/2010
3327. Horn Is Bull Human 11/20/2010
3328. Darkened Passes 11/20/2010
3329. Say It Aloud, Amen 11/22/2010
3330. Come, Don'T Swear 11/22/2010
3331. By The Gland, ' Your First Attempt 11/23/2010
3332. Getto Girls And Boys 11/23/2010
3333. The Horse 11/23/2010
3334. The White Rose 11/23/2010
3335. The Plunge 11/23/2010
3336. Girl And Woman 11/23/2010
3337. Fish Smell 11/23/2010
3338. The Legand Of [pie] 11/24/2010
3339. Come Quickly, Opens 11/27/2010
3340. Come Quickly, ' Lest It Shut 11/27/2010
3341. Etched Underneeth 11/27/2010
3342. A Flower Never Picked 11/28/2010
3343. Digging In Cotton 11/4/2010
3344. You There 11/15/2010
3345. Stiff With Envy 11/16/2010
3346. On The Sea 11/16/2010
3347. The Ground Around It 11/28/2010
3348. Broken Open Promises 11/29/2010
3349. At Seven Her, ' I Percieve 11/29/2010
3350. Malice 11/29/2010
3351. My Silent Noon 11/30/2010
3352. Directions, ' To My Mental Health 12/2/2010
3353. All Other Woman 12/2/2010
3354. Pink Clouds 12/2/2010
3355. One Love And Self 12/3/2010
3356. Sunday Aches 12/5/2010
3357. My, ' Your To Many Secrets 12/5/2010
3358. The Lingerie Shop 12/6/2010
3359. Ancient Man 12/9/2010
3360. Open Lays The Market 12/10/2010

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.

loving ...

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

Heart In Oak *

Such as does repose
fine grain.

Polished surface gained
thus by feel.

Soul of a giant
lays within.

Bowing Gently
in the breeze.

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