Randy McClave

Gold Star - 12,709 Points (Ashland, Kentucky)

Randy McClave Poems

241. If You Love Me 12/10/2011
242. God Sees A Man 12/17/2011
243. Look Down Upon 1/2/2012
244. Thief 1/10/2012
245. Teach 12/10/2011
246. Just A Dream 2/12/2012
247. Meaning Of Love 2/14/2012
248. My Epitaph 2/18/2012
249. Passing Me 2/22/2012
250. Sorry 2/28/2012
251. The Emission 3/3/2012
252. Pain 3/3/2012
253. Guilt 3/16/2012
254. My Garden 3/16/2012
255. Man Said No! 3/16/2012
256. If You 3/22/2012
257. My Opinion 3/24/2012
258. When I Die 4/1/2012
259. Vengeance 4/10/2012
260. Is Love 4/25/2012
261. You Were Dead 4/25/2012
262. Dying Thought 4/28/2012
263. Turning Of The Screw 5/7/2012
264. Nowadays 5/16/2012
265. Steal My Heart 5/26/2012
266. A Patriot 6/12/2012
267. The Haircut 7/6/2012
268. The Ending 7/11/2012
269. The Curse 7/16/2012
270. When I Was Young 7/29/2012
271. Dare 8/1/2012
272. To The Soldier 7/31/2012
273. The Vow 8/6/2012
274. Georgina 8/10/2012
275. Stars 8/12/2012
276. For Her 8/13/2012
277. Chattering 8/16/2012
278. World 8/29/2012
279. Settling Down 9/2/2012
280. Tattoo 9/2/2012

Comments about Randy McClave

  • 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 :)

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  • 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

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 Poor Man

The poor man, had died,
For him a few people had cried,
He was both thoughtful and kind
He left no worldly possessions behind;
His social standing, he did not hide.

He had never cheated or lied
Everyone looked at him and laughed or sighed,
But, he never did mind.

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