Randy McClave

Gold Star - 11,066 Points (Ashland, Kentucky)

Randy McClave Poems

1161. Still Standing 5/15/2011
1162. God, Are You There? 7/27/2009
1163. Muscle And Bone 5/17/2007
1164. Why Are We Here 8/6/2013
1165. The Disobedient Son 7/25/2013
1166. Let Us Teach 5/30/2014
1167. Uncle Sam 9/13/2014
1168. Stolen Kisses 7/18/2014
1169. The Short Sword (47 Ronin) 1/11/2015
1170. Hating The Cold 1/30/2015
1171. To Hate 2/24/2015
1172. Gnatwoods 2/27/2015
1173. Waiting For A Thank You 3/20/2015
1174. Welcome June 6/2/2014
1175. Garden Weeds 7/30/2013
1176. Eyes Of The Snake 2/28/2013
1177. Sex 2/25/2014
1178. My Past Life 1/11/2012
1179. The Weirdo 2/12/2012
1180. A Military Brat 8/31/2011
1181. Little Man Syndrome 4/6/2011
1182. Telling Lies 3/31/2011
1183. A Married Woman 9/26/2010
1184. A Man Is 4/21/2011
1185. Church's Bell 7/1/2014
1186. Crossing A Picket Line 3/2/2015
1187. Six Boys 8/14/2015
1188. Saying Grace 1/23/2016
1189. If We Have A Soul 1/3/2016
1190. Elope 9/15/2015
1191. Religion And Politics 12/14/2015
1192. No Place Like Home 4/7/2014
1193. Funeral Of A Friend 4/20/2014
1194. Visit To My Doctor 3/24/2016
1195. A Woman's Curve 3/4/2016
1196. Only Here In Kentucky 3/22/2016
1197. They Still Call 7/6/2016
1198. That Is Life 11/16/2016
1199. The Way See Dresses 11/22/2016
1200. Come Home To Me 10/3/2016
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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