James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

3441. In The Forest 7/22/2011
3442. Youth Dressed In Gray 7/23/2011
3443. In The Forest-1 7/20/2011
3444. Portrait Of A Lady 7/20/2011
3445. Creation Of Music 7/23/2011
3446. Strategy Of War 7/23/2011
3447. Sunny 7/24/2011
3448. In Silence You Sleep 7/24/2011
3449. On Pain 7/24/2011
3450. Your Cravings And My Behavior 7/25/2011
3451. A Letter Fell From The Book 7/25/2011
3452. One More Never Less 7/25/2011
3453. Heavy Heart-Ed 7/25/2011
3454. Mood To The Moon 7/25/2011
3455. Permit Me The Hill 7/25/2011
3456. Eyelids 7/26/2011
3457. Because Pleasure 7/26/2011
3458. Morgan Park, Belleair Beach Florida 7/26/2011
3459. Children Poets 7/26/2011
3460. New Found Scents 7/26/2011
3461. French Kisses 7/26/2011
3462. Feeding Our Children 7/27/2011
3463. Learning Curves 7/26/2011
3464. From The Green Eye 7/2/2011
3465. From An Island In The East 7/27/2011
3466. What She Read In The Magazine 7/27/2011
3467. After The Love Song 7/27/2011
3468. Amongst The Flowers 7/18/2011
3469. His Swing 7/16/2011
3470. It's Not Very Hard But I'M Scared 7/18/2011
3471. Sixteen And Afraid 7/18/2011
3472. Black Hearts Transparent 7/18/2011
3473. Speak To Me Of Prose 7/7/2011
3474. Which Sky 7/28/2011
3475. Sea-Slides 7/28/2011
3476. Catch Twenty Two 7/29/2011
3477. An Island In The East 7/29/2011
3478. Counter Clock Wise 7/29/2011
3479. Open Petals Whisper 7/29/2011
3480. Touching And Smelling 7/30/2011

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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