James McLain

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

James McLain Poems

3881. Daddy's Little Girl 2/19/2013
3882. Purple Fat Grapes 2/5/2013
3883. More On That 2/6/2013
3884. Current By The Doing 2/6/2013
3885. Morning Is For Me 2/7/2013
3886. You Can And Will I Have 2/21/2013
3887. Why As A Negro I Stand 2/21/2013
3888. The Happy Box 2/22/2013
3889. On Anger 2/22/2013
3890. On Anyone's Death But Mine 2/25/2013
3891. Why Did You Keep What You Knew 3/6/2013
3892. To The Hidden 3/7/2013
3893. Trust What Your Reading 3/7/2013
3894. My Little Girl And Her Husband 3/8/2013
3895. When Even Of Thought 3/8/2013
3896. Darkness 3/9/2013
3897. Sanhartlee 3/9/2013
3898. When Pearls Are Fed To Swine 3/9/2013
3899. Drones 3/10/2013
3900. Be That Special Child 3/11/2013
3901. Brain Before Mind 3/11/2013
3902. The Day Before We Died 3/11/2013
3903. A Very Short Song 3/14/2013
3904. From The Day Of Snow 3/15/2013
3905. The Mind And Fog And Memory 3/15/2013
3906. Brandywine And Brownstone 3/15/2013
3907. Up To The Top Out Of Reach 3/17/2013
3908. A Way Out 3/17/2013
3909. Every Night Some One Leaves 3/19/2013
3910. On The Death And Rape Of A Younger Woman 3/20/2013
3911. They Were Not My Everything 2/28/2013
3912. Woman And Men Of Knowledge 2/28/2013
3913. Cry Of All My Thoughts 3/1/2013
3914. When You Talk To Much 3/1/2013
3915. Growing Old 3/3/2013
3916. Every Inch 3/3/2013
3917. Contracts In Contrast 3/4/2013
3918. After The Storm 3/5/2013
3919. Affection 3/29/2013
3920. Addictions 3/30/2013

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)

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  • 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..

Heart In Oak *

Such as does repose
fine grain.

Polished surface gained
thus by feel.

Soul of a giant
lays within.

Bowing Gently
in the breeze.

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