Randy McClave Poems

Deeds are eternal, but not the flesh;
Together as one they will never mesh,
The flesh will rot, and buried underground,
But, words and achievements will always be found.
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We eat our meals,
Then we give God thanks;
The doctor heals,
And we give God our thanks;
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Hey Donna, Donna, Donna
When are you coming home,
Your daughters are still asleep
And I am here all alone,
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If you look for hate, you will find it!
Many times it will be much nearer
Sometimes it will be in your mirror
To find it, all you have to do is submit.
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I saw her outside washing windows
Then I knew that she couldn't be my ex,
As she was wearing old tattered clothes
And washing windows, my wife was always vexed.
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We live
Then we cry,
We forgive
Then we die.
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I watched the termites chewing on a piece of wood,
I then remembered, how strong this house once stood

The paint has peeled away, and the nails have turned to rust,
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She pounded on my front door, then she rang the bell
Of course no one answered, so she then began to yell;
A ruckus she was causing along with its mayhem
She then cursed and shouted to God, “it is almost 6 a.m.”!
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Writing poetry is like making wine;
It must first mature over time,
Sit down as though you're ready to dine
Should it be free verse, or should it rhyme.
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Two dogs were fighting for the very same bone
Growling and snapping, each dog wanted it for their own,
Neither dog wanted to share, for each other they had no care,
They just wanted the victory, and then to be left all alone.
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