James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

3601. Open Wings 9/14/2011
3602. A Song Of Eternity 9/14/2011
3603. In Time 9/14/2011
3604. Tomorrow Is Gone Perhaps 9/14/2011
3605. Girls Woman Men Condoms 9/14/2011
3606. Delicious Person 9/15/2011
3607. Flies And Dead Bodies 9/15/2011
3608. Rate Your Boy Friend 9/15/2011
3609. Perineal Massage 8/31/2011
3610. Is Middle One 9/16/2011
3611. Solitary Open Shell 9/17/2011
3612. Sweet Lebanon 9/18/2011
3613. Day And Night The Devils Toe 9/19/2011
3614. Temptation Of Hass 9/19/2011
3615. Run Shallow Sea 9/19/2011
3616. Full I Seldom Knelt 9/20/2011
3617. Smell Of Fruit 9/20/2011
3618. Charles Bukowski Broken Bottle 9/20/2011
3619. Envy 9/20/2011
3620. It's So Warm 9/20/2011
3621. Committing Suicide 9/20/2011
3622. Poet In A Cotton Cell 9/21/2011
3623. Powerful Pump 9/21/2011
3624. Last Night While I Slept You Dreamed 9/22/2011
3625. Black Sea Horses 9/21/2011
3626. Boy Butter 9/22/2011
3627. Day And Night 9/22/2011
3628. Lzx - Ray 9/21/2011
3629. The Nymph And The Water Fall 9/23/2011
3630. Macho Stallion Intensification Sweeper 9/24/2011
3631. Nothing Green Can Stay 9/24/2011
3632. Song Of Mental Illness 9/24/2011
3633. On Death 9/25/2011
3634. Love Making Grows 9/25/2011
3635. We Want Release 9/25/2011
3636. Super Big Hosts Hoss Vibrator 9/25/2011
3637. Red Necks On Cloudy Days 9/25/2011
3638. I Roll My Own Tobacco And Her Urine Sounds 9/25/2011
3639. The Value Of Breast Milk 9/25/2011
3640. When Husbands Can'T Sleep 9/25/2011

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..

A Single Tear

Eternity made inside to grow
singular shape to know
duct of the salt rolls from
this flesh cured spectrum
emotions all do taste
you grow.

Many are the tears that
formed upon your face.

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