James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

3521. Is Hope Of 8/9/2011
3522. Lost The Kana Star 8/9/2011
3523. Roses Grow And Mary Gold 8/16/2011
3524. Dear Evie 8/17/2011
3525. Being Born A Man With Certain Needs 8/18/2011
3526. Brushes Branches May Not Rest 8/18/2011
3527. When You Dream About Machines 8/19/2011
3528. Coffee For My Men And Tea For My Horses 8/19/2011
3529. Tree Of Life, And Woman 8/19/2011
3530. Tree Of Life, A Woman's Will 8/19/2011
3531. Countless Centuries 8/20/2011
3532. Golden And So Pure 8/21/2011
3533. Instant Is Our Day 8/22/2011
3534. Burning Hearts 8/22/2011
3535. Being Sniffed 8/23/2011
3536. Girl Emo 8/23/2011
3537. Grew Her Heart Full And Heavy 8/23/2011
3538. But Not To Me 8/24/2011
3539. High Above The Moon 8/24/2011
3540. Doctor Sapling 8/24/2011
3541. Solitude 8/16/2011
3542. Without My Any Memory 8/22/2011
3543. Good Morning It Is, Actually 8/22/2011
3544. Brown Eyes Shaken 8/24/2011
3545. Accelerated Rehabilitation 8/25/2011
3546. Whims And Wants 8/25/2011
3547. Wearing The Same Jeans 8/25/2011
3548. The Curve Of Your Face 8/25/2011
3549. Last Second 8/25/2011
3550. River Willow 1 8/25/2011
3551. River Willow 2 8/25/2011
3552. Ken 8/25/2011
3553. Mount Hood 8/25/2011
3554. Open Gardens Of Love 8/25/2011
3555. Plump Happy Faces 8/27/2011
3556. Brown Eyes Large Light Brown 8/29/2011
3557. Circle Of Irritation 8/29/2011
3558. The Wind I Trust Mistakes 8/29/2011
3559. Sexual Attraction 8/29/2011
3560. Testing The Water 8/30/2011

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..

Lid To My Box *

Round beveled square to a frame
bearing hues fading of dreams
maker in such crafted long ago
for whom but a guess many
names but few for the
wearer of the seal meant for me
not for you.

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