Randy McClave Poems

Why do you hate me, why do you hate the poor,
Do you wish for me to die, and then fall upon the floor.
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A man, with heart so rare,
GOD will listen to his prayer,
So special a man with his heart,
GOD hates to lose it, when man does depart.
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I gazed upon it in both splendor and awe,
Knowing that GOD didn't create what I just saw,
The beauty was created by either a woman or a man,
It proved what GOD didn't create; a woman or a man can.
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On the one hand she says she is separated,
But, then on the other hand she says she is married,
On the one hand she is wearing a wedding ring,
And on the other hand her beliefs they are varied.
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Some men will get down upon their knees,
And say whatever their mind might please,
While other men will sit upon their chair,
While looking and thinking to say a prayer.
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Upon this land will become a barren field,
When lives will be part of the maker’s yield,
Good people will fall like the felling of a tree,
But, up in heaven there they will always be.
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There was a man who once attested
That he would not ever be arrested,
By any law that is enforced by brutality or force
Their beliefs he would never support or endorse,
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The moon, my shadow and myself makes three
As we all walk together in the same company,
At the nighttime we go out as the friends that we are
Then sometimes we are joined by the fireflies and a star.
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I would like to go back into the past
When the world was unknown and also vast,
With mountains to climb and a wilderness to tame
That time would be for me a man, and not for a hopeless dame.
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The men they proudly wore their philibegs
Showing off their white and hairy legs
From the highlands they came and they did trot
I wonder when they piss, do they stand or do they squat.
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