Randy McClave

Gold Star - 15,425 Points (Ashland, Kentucky)

Randy McClave Poems

281. Love Of A Woman 3/26/2011
282. Life You Chose 3/26/2011
283. Just Because 3/29/2011
284. You Have Done It Before 3/24/2011
285. As Known By 4/1/2011
286. Didn't Know 4/3/2011
287. Always My Bonnie Lass 4/3/2011
288. Poor Little Drea 4/6/2011
289. What A Man Becomes 4/6/2011
290. Dear Wife 4/11/2011
291. Mrs. Hitchcock 4/12/2011
292. The Lover 4/21/2011
293. The Fence 4/21/2011
294. You, My Son 4/21/2011
295. Until Death 4/21/2011
296. Leave Behind 5/2/2011
297. Once 5/4/2011
298. Goodbye Angelina 5/5/2011
299. Live With Yourself 5/9/2011
300. My Son 4/8/2011
301. Let The Sword's Rust 5/18/2011
302. Nothing Anymore 4/21/2011
303. Go Back 4/21/2011
304. Grandma 4/21/2011
305. Call It Destiny 6/7/2011
306. Desire 6/7/2011
307. More Of A Man Than Me 6/7/2011
308. Made Me A Man 6/7/2011
309. Valley Of Death 6/7/2011
310. I Don't Care 6/7/2011
311. Tired Of It All 6/7/2011
312. Wings 6/7/2011
313. I Think Not 5/28/2011
314. Steps 8/8/2011
315. But Myself 8/16/2011
316. I Am Bill! 8/18/2011
317. The Fly 8/19/2011
318. No Matter 8/21/2011
319. Her Life 8/26/2011
320. The Sinners Thought 8/31/2011

Comments about Randy McClave

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

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  • 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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The Dream

I went to bed the other night
And woke up with a terrible fright
I dreamed I saw Christ the Lord
And I helped nail Him to the board
Pain and agony in his eye
And me a wishing He would only die
For what kind of GOD could he be
If He even couldn't set himself free.

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