Randy McClave

Gold Star - 11,145 Points (Ashland, Kentucky)

Randy McClave Poems

881. The Apple 7/27/2016
882. A Woman Is More 7/29/2016
883. Voting For The Devil 7/29/2016
884. Greater Love 7/30/2016
885. The Bagpipes Played 8/2/2016
886. My War 8/2/2016
887. Amish Women 8/3/2016
888. Sleeping With My Gun 8/7/2016
889. Click Of The Gun 8/9/2016
890. An Irish Lass 8/11/2016
891. The Unknown Soldier 8/11/2016
892. Your Eyes 8/14/2016
893. The Paramount 8/14/2016
894. Widower 8/15/2016
895. Our Praying 8/15/2016
896. Jesse James 8/18/2016
897. Omran 8/19/2016
898. Great Again! 8/20/2016
899. I Am A Father 8/20/2016
900. Already In Hell 8/23/2016
901. She Finally Rests 8/23/2016
902. Ringing Of The Bell 8/25/2016
903. Raised Prejudice 8/28/2016
904. Stay With Me God 8/28/2016
905. Are The Poets Dead 8/30/2016
906. Examination Worries 8/31/2016
907. Tick-Tock 9/1/2016
908. Gone Fishing 9/2/2016
909. Froggy 2/27/2015
910. Shunned 2/28/2016
911. Thawed 4/19/2016
912. I Crossed My Fingers 4/23/2016
913. Father And Mother 4/24/2016
914. It Doesn't Matter 4/25/2016
915. I Don't Have Daughters 4/25/2016
916. School Uniform 9/9/2016
917. I Met A Woman 9/17/2016
918. Your Conscience 9/20/2016
919. Birthday Forgot 9/22/2016
920. My Son And Me 9/23/2016
Best Poem of Randy McClave

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.
Let me hold them in my hands
And smell their fragrant scent,
Then I will reminisce of different lands
Before; I am heaven sent.
I will reflect back when I was young
Or, I might think back not long ago,
When I walked underneath the sun
Or, when I felt the wind as it blowed.

Bring me flowers when I am here
Please don't wait until I am gone,
So, I might reflect to a different year
And my memories will last on.
I ...

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The Dream

I went to bed the other night
And woke up with a terrible fright
I dreamed I saw Christ the Lord
And I helped nail Him to the board
Pain and agony in his eye
And me a wishing He would only die
For what kind of GOD could he be
If He even couldn't set himself free.

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