James McLain

Gold Star - 40,958 Points [is It poetry] (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

James McLain Poems

3641. Powerful Pump 9/21/2011
3642. Last Night While I Slept You Dreamed 9/22/2011
3643. Black Sea Horses 9/21/2011
3644. Boy Butter 9/22/2011
3645. Day And Night 9/22/2011
3646. Lzx - Ray 9/21/2011
3647. The Nymph And The Water Fall 9/23/2011
3648. Free From Restraint 9/21/2011
3649. I Learned—at Last—what Could Be 9/23/2011
3650. Our Names 9/24/2011
3651. Lovers Cutting Crimson 9/27/2011
3652. Killer Plug In Vibrator 9/27/2011
3653. The Mountain Tops The Rivers Edge 9/27/2011
3654. President Obama Becomes Wise 9/27/2011
3655. Conservative Christians 9/27/2011
3656. The Body After Teenage Suicide 9/27/2011
3657. Self Destruct Button 9/28/2011
3658. Prison As For Friends - Not Really 9/28/2011
3659. After The First Year In Prison 9/28/2011
3660. Feather That Is Bent 9/29/2011
3661. Harry's Store 9/30/2011
3662. Haiku - Innocent Child 10/1/2011
3663. One Hot House Wife 10/1/2011
3664. Pearls And Clouds A Necklace Of 10/2/2011
3665. The Stretching Of The Ring 10/2/2011
3666. I See A Dozen Roses 10/2/2011
3667. Talking Head Vibrators 9/28/2011
3668. See The Wealthy Person 10/3/2011
3669. Objection Your Honor 10/3/2011
3670. One Inch Of Fingertip 10/3/2011
3671. Dug Up 10/3/2011
3672. I Thought You Were A Woman 10/3/2011
3673. You Are Not Mine 10/4/2011
3674. Anonymous Rude People 10/4/2011
3675. My Business 10/4/2011
3676. Being Homeless I Hate 10/12/2011
3677. Desperation 10/12/2011
3678. Beer Cans 10/13/2011
3679. Flood Of Fools 10/13/2011
3680. Argument 10/14/2011

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..

Wildwood # 1

Is a secret dark place in southern Saint Petersburg.
In a dark cave weary and weak of life some are.
From the streets to here rabid like dog's the one's traumatized
Shake from the noise trapped in a dream most are.
Wildwood like an ant hill those at the top want out, we are sausage's
In the hands of a cook slaving day in and day out.
Some time's the noise comes, like a plane crash where like cord wood
The weak succumb to their weakness.
Drug's and alcohol from the mirror the seas are not

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