Randy McClave

Gold Star - 14,287 Points (Ashland, Kentucky)

Randy McClave Poems

681. My Forest 7/18/2015
682. We All Are Brothers 7/20/2015
683. I Listened 7/21/2015
684. Nature's Trail 7/24/2015
685. I Am Sober 7/28/2015
686. Silhouettes 7/29/2015
687. I Stand 7/30/2015
688. One Vow 8/2/2015
689. The Government Clerk 8/5/2015
690. Sixty Seconds 8/7/2015
691. The Shameless Woman 8/7/2015
692. I Do 8/9/2015
693. To Tell A Lie 8/11/2015
694. Adam And Steve 8/11/2015
695. Taxes 8/11/2015
696. A Birthday 8/12/2015
697. Eleanor 8/14/2015
698. Important Days 9/22/2015
699. The Refugees 9/24/2015
700. I Heard 9/27/2015
701. I Want My Name Back 9/27/2015
702. Auld Lang Syne 9/27/2015
703. The Farmer 9/30/2015
704. Hell's Fire 10/1/2015
705. When I Say A Prayer 10/2/2015
706. Listening To My Mom 10/5/2015
707. Searching For A Bride 10/8/2015
708. Being One 10/9/2015
709. Carrying A Gun 10/9/2015
710. A Grudge 10/9/2015
711. He Placed The Gun To His Head 10/11/2015
712. To Judge By Sweat 10/13/2015
713. The Flesh 10/14/2015
714. Giving God Thanks 10/17/2015
715. Donna, Donna, Donna 10/18/2015
716. Looking For Hate 10/19/2015
717. The Window Washer 10/20/2015
718. Living Life 10/21/2015
719. The House 10/22/2015
720. 6 A.M. 10/22/2015

Comments about Randy McClave

  • Merry Christmas (12/26/2017 11:47:00 PM)

    Faggot

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  • Swapnil Anagal (8/8/2015 5:01:00 AM)

    Cool stuff ;) you can do whatever...in 60 Seconds...Great work in 60 seconds...love it :)

  • Titi Dale Titi Dale (9/25/2012 4:20:00 PM)

    Randy is a great poet, and I'll be sure to read more of him in the future.

Best Poem of Randy McClave

Then He Cried

When he left his mother and the doctor spanked his hide
In that delivery room he then first cried,
But, that cry that he uttered so proudly and loud
Was a proclamation to all, that he'll make his mother proud.

As a young boy he and his mother walked hand in hand
She taught him that one day alone he must make his stand,
So, in defeat he would not ever give up, but again he would try
And not once ever in a loss, did he cry.

The man that he became was not crafted from a father or brother
It was from the desire and the love from his mother,
Now, the man ...

Read the full of Then He Cried

Myself

I am me.
Accept me.
For being the way I am.
To be myself, and on one else.
Myself, being a man.
Though I will make mistakes,
And I will ask for help,
But that will be me.
And it wont be anyone else.

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