James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

3561. Playing With Fire 8/31/2011
3562. Against Love 8/29/2011
3563. Perineal Massage 8/31/2011
3564. Am I Am 9/1/2011
3565. Only In Sleep 9/2/2011
3566. Desire 9/3/2011
3567. Stars That Flashed 9/4/2011
3568. You Forget Me Not 9/4/2011
3569. Rest Not In Sleep 9/4/2011
3570. A Great Loneliness 9/4/2011
3571. Paid Members Only 9/5/2011
3572. Epitaph 9/5/2011
3573. Gay Girl Friends And Questions 9/5/2011
3574. Ballooning 9/5/2011
3575. Dearest Betterheart 9/5/2011
3576. Teen Pressure 9/5/2011
3577. Fruit Of Love 9/6/2011
3578. Net Ten Phone 9/6/2011
3579. Life As A Plowman 9/6/2011
3580. Nigga Pleaz 9/6/2011
3581. Raccoon Eye 9/6/2011
3582. Words 9/6/2011
3583. Burst Your Face, Did He 9/7/2011
3584. Alibi A Happy Song Of Despair 9/7/2011
3585. One Girl And Her First Time 9/8/2011
3586. Green House Gasses 9/8/2011
3587. Stead Of Living Iron 9/10/2011
3588. Childhood Ride 9/11/2011
3589. Indispensable Woman 9/12/2011
3590. Hungry Full Moons 9/12/2011
3591. A Ring When It Stretches 9/12/2011
3592. Tretchery 9/12/2011
3593. All Alone At The Top A Mountain 9/12/2011
3594. There Are None Standing 9/13/2011
3595. With Her I Came 9/13/2011
3596. Open Wings 9/14/2011
3597. A Song Of Eternity 9/14/2011
3598. In Time 9/14/2011
3599. Tomorrow Is Gone Perhaps 9/14/2011
3600. Girls Woman Men Condoms 9/14/2011

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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