James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

3441. A Tree Is Breathing 2/4/2010
3442. Exhausted 2/4/2010
3443. Caroline's Valentine 2/5/2010
3444. Full Of The 'Apple' 2/5/2010
3445. Fleur D' 'O' My Life ' 2/5/2010
3446. 'Tough It Out' 2/5/2010
3447. A Tremor 2/5/2010
3448. Each Thing I Left 2/5/2010
3449. Out Of Knowledge 2/5/2010
3450. A Bra Streamless 2/5/2010
3451. Shell Pink And Buttery 2/5/2010
3452. Clear Red Ink 2/6/2010
3453. Dasies Sunflowers 2/6/2010
3454. People 2/6/2010
3455. She Said 2/6/2010
3456. They'Re Pretty 2/6/2010
3457. Art Thou A Seed 2/6/2010
3458. The Car 2/7/2010
3459. Away My Love 2/7/2010
3460. Day Clutters Dark Stone 2/7/2010
3461. Hurry Come My Sister 2/7/2010
3462. Tragic Rose 2/7/2010
3463. Once Upon As 2/8/2010
3464. Words Like Silk 2/8/2010
3465. Translucence 2/8/2010
3466. Fair Hair 2/8/2010
3467. Closer To Mist 2/8/2010
3468. Cups Raised Up Deeply 2/8/2010
3469. Oysters Cut But One Way 2/8/2010
3470. Vivid Colors 2/6/2010
3471. Is It Like This For You 2/8/2010
3472. Back And Forth 2/9/2010
3473. Flesh Rising-Amber 2/9/2010
3474. Snow Which Is Sung 2/9/2010
3475. Infidelity 2/9/2010
3476. A Glimpse 2/9/2010
3477. Time And Sleep 2/10/2010
3478. Undergarments 2/10/2010
3479. Don'T You 2/10/2010
3480. The Bathroom 2/10/2010

Comments about James McLain

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

    Agree with your thoughts.

    28 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.

Loves,
loving ...

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

Pole To Pole

In the dark of night at the speed of light from edge to edge.
Such beings can stretch out of sight from side to side.
Knowing now what they now know leaves this our God,
A flock asleep when sheep we numbered are.
White feathers cover,
Countless star's each pin of light is flowing down that wraps
Us in his misty colored veil.

Decades pass,

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