Randy McClave

Gold Star - 18,035 Points (Ashland, Kentucky)

Randy McClave Poems

1521. We Will Die 9/25/2012
1522. Once Sticks And Stones 9/16/2017
1523. The World Inherited 10/21/2017
1524. One Vote 5/19/2017
1525. End Of The Road 9/4/2018
1526. Our Reunion 9/12/2018
1527. My Birthday 9/21/2018
1528. Without A Prayer 9/27/2018
1529. Be A Boxer Then 9/28/2018
1530. Wildlife From My Cottage 11/24/2018
1531. Happy Mood 8/29/2013
1532. The Scottish Dance 8/19/2012
1533. I Am My Father's Son 7/24/2009
1534. My Life 5/11/2017
1535. I Write 7/27/2017
1536. Let's Build The Wall 2/26/2016
1537. Alcohol 9/2/2013
1538. Cherry Blossom 5/5/2014
1539. She Said That I Was Funny -new- 12/12/2018
1540. Becoming A Man 7/4/2014
1541. Quiet -new- 12/3/2018
1542. Knowing Of A Tree 7/27/2009
1543. Love Is 5/18/2007
1544. A Child And A Gun 5/29/2018
1545. Being Yourself 12/15/2010
1546. Victory 5/24/2007
1547. Bring Me Flowers 8/7/2009
1548. Then He Cried 3/6/2018

Comments about Randy McClave

  • Randy Mcclave Randy Mcclave (9/1/2018 10:06:00 PM)

    Thank you :)

    True, John McCain was a great man with honor, pride and integrity, he will be missed.
    Thank you for reading my poem, and thank you for your comment.

    Randy

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  • jerihewitt@hot mail.com (9/1/2018 6:04:00 PM)

    I love love the poem you wrote about Senator McCain. I am trying to share on my facebook. beautiful beautiful. i am Canadian. And truly loved that hero.

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

    Faggot

  • 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

A Drink

If it were not for a beer
Many of us would not be here,
We would still be a gleam in our father's eye
If it wasn't for that whiskey or rye.
Then there would be that one less tear.

Many of us, have not the nerve
Like the Romeos that we've seen and did observe,
With the lies and stories for us to bestow

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