Randy McClave Poems

The chair seldom rocks,
The music has been thrown away
All the toys have been broken
And the laughs have gone away.
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Oh death; be not proud,
Oh grave, be not shallow,
For out reaching your darkened hand;
And refusing a boy to become a man.
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If I were a rich man,
I would buy you all that you would need,
I would give you all that you wanted,
You would own all, that you did see.
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Blessed are the dead
For they worry yet no more,
With no troubles for them to weep
For now they sit beneath the Lord.
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In my eyes, as my eyes being but two
there is nothing more beautiful and
exciting as a woman true.
God has created his flowers and his trees,
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For as I look
Or as you stand,
I know that you are
Every inch a man.
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'The Tree Still Stands! '
Exclaimed the boy clasping his hands
To his Father who was walking the rear,
And to his Grandfather who was nowhere near.
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They have always been here to hold you,
As they have and will till the end of time
And they will die to defend and protect you
They are; these arms of mine.
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She gave me nights that I'll never forget
She gave me memories with a debt,
And when I think of temptation and desire
She still sets my soul on fire.
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I enjoy to garden in my yard
To reduce my worries and my stress,
I mark the plants with a little card
And over them I hope nature will bless.
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