Biography of Randy McClave
I was born and raised in Ashland, Kentucky.
I am a also former Golden Gloves champion, and I am United Steelworker. I write to reflect the life I have lived and the suffering and happiness I have been through. I started writing poetry when I was 11 years of age, I have been to many countries Japan, Spain, Canada, Mexico, Scotland, England and I have studied and learned of writings and poetry of the countries that I visited.
I currently have 4 books of poetry published, I have been inspired by poets of the current and of the past, I see life as a poem waiting to be written..
Randy McClave's Works:
The Works, I Was There Also, Branded Upon My Soul, Everyone Has A Poem To Tell
Randy McClave Poems
Bring Me Flowers
Bring me flowers when I am living Don't bring me them when I am dead, Let me enjoy them in the giving My mother always had said.
Becoming A Man
The father told his son when he becomes a man To always be the very best that he truly can, Becoming a man pertains to wisdom and not of age Don't enter it with simplicity and never with a gage,
Love is special, Love is kind, Love is joyful, Anyday or anytime.
Knowing Of A Tree
It is a good thing indeed When someone plants a seed And to watch and help it grow So someday, it to be a tree.
I stare out at the cherry blossoms In marvel and joy I watch them bloom Then they burst out with their effloresces As though awaking from mother nature’s womb,
Drinking never made me a happier person Nor did it allow me to enjoy my life more If anything it caused my attitude to worsen Then in the end I ended up face down on the floor.
Let's Build The Wall
Let's build us a wall to keep everyone out Let's build us a wall even if they scream and shout, To the heavens it must rise to protect us one and all Then we all will be finally defended, so let's build us a wall.
I Am My Father's Son
I Am My Father's Son That is who I am, Though I am, still his child I am still a man.
The Scottish Dance
I once had myself a Scottish Lassie She then became my joy and pride Then one-night she gave me Scottish ale Then she became my Scottish bride
So fine a day it is today To the world I send out my hope and care Happy and joyful I am so to all I must say That I will remember you all in my prayer.
Be the way that you want to be Not the way that others have chose Be not your Mother, nor your Father, Because in your body their blood does flow.
We Will Die
It is better to make a friend than an enemy It is better to laugh than it is to cry It is better to take medicine than a remedy But who cares, as one day we all will die.
One More Round
When I hear the bell, I will go one more round When my eye begins to swell, I will go one more round
My Home Town
My home town The place where I was born, where I learned of love And was taught of truth
Are The Poets Dead
Who would had led
If all the poets were dead,
When I heard the bell's chime
I did not hear a rhyme,
Someone needed to give power
Back to the love of the flower,
And to the sound of the wind
Does it start, why does it end,
Through suffering or delight