Randy McClave

Gold Star - 17,839 Points (Ashland, Kentucky)

Randy McClave Poems

1521. Our Reunion 9/12/2018
1522. My Birthday 9/21/2018
1523. Without A Prayer 9/27/2018
1524. Wildlife From My Cottage 11/24/2018
1525. Happy Mood 8/29/2013
1526. The Scottish Dance 8/19/2012
1527. Becoming A Man 7/4/2014
1528. I Am My Father's Son 7/24/2009
1529. My Life 5/11/2017
1530. I Write 7/27/2017
1531. Let's Build The Wall 2/26/2016
1532. Alcohol 9/2/2013
1533. Cherry Blossom 5/5/2014
1534. Quiet -new- 12/3/2018
1535. Knowing Of A Tree 7/27/2009
1536. Love Is 5/18/2007
1537. A Child And A Gun 5/29/2018
1538. Being Yourself 12/15/2010
1539. My Home Town 11/10/2010
1540. Victory 5/24/2007
1541. Bring Me Flowers 8/7/2009
1542. 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 ...

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Walking In My Footsteps

You're walking in my footsteps
From the tracks
That I have left.
You're walking in my footsteps
For now you see
My regrets.
For now you walk
With a limp
From your burdens

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