Randy McClave Poems

I held the soldier's hand
As he laid dying in a foreign land,
He looked at me with all of his fears
Sadly, there was no woman comforting him with her tears.
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Please bring me wine in a bottle
I want to drink it until I am more like Aristotle,
Instead of being ignorant, I want to be a philosopher
Maybe then I can forget about my worries, and her.
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The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost
They are my spiritual host,
In my thoughts and prayer, my faith is there
To which of my salvation, I proudly boast.
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Writing poetry is like drinking wine
It must first mature over time,
Sit down as though you're ready to dine
Should it be free verse, or should it all rhyme.
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She told me that she wasn't skinny
So, she wouldn't be wearing a bikini,
When we took our vacation at the beach
Upon her body, my eyes or no others could feast.
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Yellow lives matter I do believe
As I now look upon my yard,
When I inhale nature I sneeze, then I breathe;
Because none of God's plants here are barred.
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He is not my father-in-law anymore
But, when I need help, he's knocking at my door,
He is always there with his helping hands
Happily proving to me where his morality stands.
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I am a Christian
So, I believe in human rights,
And not ever in gun rights.
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I am happy for your cheer
I am joyous for my tear,
Your future has now been activated
Today, you have graduated.
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Poor Adam Lyal is deceased
His last rights were given by a priest,
No longer has his jail door clanged
This morning, Adam Lyal was hanged.
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