James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

3321. Seas Of Endless Grass 6/5/2011
3322. Of Abortion 6/5/2011
3323. Fly Away 6/5/2011
3324. Cinderella 6/6/2011
3325. Must You Love Me 6/7/2011
3326. Sitting Down 6/7/2011
3327. Love Song 6/8/2011
3328. Of Guns 6/8/2011
3329. Perhaps The Sea It Knows 6/13/2011
3330. Play In The Thunder 6/13/2011
3331. The Brightest Lights 6/14/2011
3332. All The Birds 6/14/2011
3333. Purple Morning Off The Hills 5/19/2011
3334. The Secret Of This Love 5/19/2011
3335. Bathed In Pillars Of Light 5/19/2011
3336. Love Before Dying 5/19/2011
3337. Swallows His Pride 5/19/2011
3338. Clear Line Of Dampness There Between 4/24/2011
3339. Heaven Comes From Every Where 5/20/2011
3340. Dreams You Long For 5/20/2011
3341. R.S.I. 5/20/2011
3342. Being Bright 5/20/2011
3343. Flowers Deep As Wells 5/20/2011
3344. Your Face On The Lake 5/20/2011
3345. Sing For The Sake Of It 4/22/2011
3346. Wishes, That I 5/21/2011
3347. At The Beach 5/21/2011
3348. I Did Not Write This Because 5/22/2011
3349. Tears, That Were Your's 5/22/2011
3350. Plant Each Apple Tree 5/22/2011
3351. Each Journey 5/22/2011
3352. Mr. Bukowski, Said 5/22/2011
3353. Each Face And Smile 5/22/2011
3354. Each Small Victory 5/23/2011
3355. Indirect Resistance 5/23/2011
3356. Why, When The Sun 5/23/2011
3357. Fire Spoken And Ice 4/20/2011
3358. Some Broken Branch 8/11/2009
3359. Vantage A Standpoint 6/16/2011
3360. My Mind She Can Not Read 6/17/2011

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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