James McLain

Gold Star - 41,305 Points [is It poetry] (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

James McLain Poems

3481. Graduation 7/31/2011
3482. Platoon Of Bullets 7/31/2011
3483. Mutability 7/31/2011
3484. Isolated Stretching 8/1/2011
3485. Stretching When Heard 8/2/2011
3486. Promotional Parents 8/2/2011
3487. I Thought Of You Too 8/2/2011
3488. Which Sky 7/28/2011
3489. Sea-Slides 7/28/2011
3490. Catch Twenty Two 7/29/2011
3491. An Island In The East 7/29/2011
3492. Counter Clock Wise 7/29/2011
3493. Heaven Is What I Can Never Teach 8/2/2011
3494. Beggars And Queens 8/4/2011
3495. Gosh That Hurts 8/5/2011
3496. All - Night Vigil 8/6/2011
3497. Before The Grieving 8/7/2011
3498. To Be Good To Her 8/5/2011
3499. Private Dick 8/7/2011
3500. Confused Intuition 8/8/2011
3501. Gone Is The Moon 8/10/2011
3502. This Is The Dream 8/10/2011
3503. Our Open Hearts 8/10/2011
3504. If America Should Die 8/10/2011
3505. Wild Flowers 8/10/2011
3506. Charles Bukowsk Reincarnated 8/11/2011
3507. When, Cities Sleep 8/11/2011
3508. Why My World 8/12/2011
3509. The Net Full Of Fish 8/13/2011
3510. Open Still Night Remains 8/13/2011
3511. Abercrombie Girls 8/14/2011
3512. Fetish 8/14/2011
3513. Goth Adult Woman 8/14/2011
3514. One Stable Poem 8/14/2011
3515. Sweet Sister 8/15/2011
3516. Under Shaded Trees-Haiku 8/13/2011
3517. In Florida, The Verdict Was Death 8/15/2011
3518. Queen Of The Moon 8/15/2011
3519. Bliss 8/8/2011
3520. Himself 8/8/2011

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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