James McLain

Gold Star - 41,654 Points [is It poetry] (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

James McLain Poems

3401. Leavetaking 7/9/2011
3402. Glancing Back At Misspent Youth 7/9/2011
3403. Summer Solstice 6/22/2011
3404. My Agony She Knew 6/23/2011
3405. Eye Balls 7/11/2011
3406. Kissed By Lips 7/11/2011
3407. The Trot Ts 11/9/2009
3408. Poets Of The Many 7/11/2011
3409. Believe And Believing 7/13/2011
3410. Emerald Eyes 11/17/2009
3411. Nine Ducks 7/14/2011
3412. Dream Variations 7/13/2011
3413. In The World 7/8/2011
3414. I Stand At The Gate 7/14/2011
3415. The Sound Of Trees 7/14/2011
3416. Hero 7/14/2011
3417. The Traveler 7/14/2011
3418. The Jealous Wife 7/15/2011
3419. Hand In Hand 7/15/2011
3420. Sex Under A Vacant House 7/15/2011
3421. Silent 7/16/2011
3422. The Hairy Eye 7/15/2011
3423. A Secret Truth 7/16/2011
3424. The Wind 7/16/2011
3425. Did You Ever Know 7/17/2011
3426. Day Of Fire And Sun 7/9/2011
3427. It Can Decide The World 7/9/2011
3428. In Kisses, I Answered 7/12/2011
3429. The Poet Has All Their Life For You Done 7/12/2011
3430. Thoughts Beneath So Light But Firm 7/8/2011
3431. I Died For Beauty 7/13/2011
3432. My Fancy 7/17/2011
3433. Democrat Children 7/19/2011
3434. Moon Is To Full, So I Go 7/19/2011
3435. She Wears Black Like Me 7/6/2011
3436. Republican Rhapsody 7/20/2011
3437. Woman On The Corner 7/21/2011
3438. Scattering Of Tall Trees 7/21/2011
3439. In The Forest >2 7/21/2011
3440. The Sky And Venus 7/21/2011

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.

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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