Biography of Randy McClave
I was born and raised in Ashland, Kentucky.
I am a also former Golden Gloves champion, and I am United Steelworker. I write to reflect the life I have lived and the suffering and happiness I have been through. I started writing poetry when I was 11 years of age, I have been to many countries Japan, Spain, Canada, Mexico, Scotland, England and I have studied and learned of writings and poetry of the countries that I visited.
I currently have 4 books of poetry published, I have been inspired by poets of the current and of the past, I see life as a poem waiting to be written..
Randy McClave's Works:
The Works, I Was There Also, Branded Upon My Soul, Everyone Has A Poem To Tell
Randy McClave Poems
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.
Becoming A Man
The father told his son when he becomes a man To always be the very best that he truly can, Becoming a man pertains to wisdom and not of age Don't enter it with simplicity and never with a gage,
Be the way that you want to be Not the way that others have chose Be not your Mother, nor your Father, Because in your body their blood does flow.
Love is special, Love is kind, Love is joyful, Anyday or anytime.
Knowing Of A Tree
It is a good thing indeed When someone plants a seed And to watch and help it grow So someday, it to be a tree.
My Home Town
My home town The place where I was born, where I learned of love And was taught of truth
I stare out at the cherry blossoms In marvel and joy I watch them bloom Then they burst out with their effloresces As though awaking from mother nature’s womb,
Drinking never made me a happier person Nor did it allow me to enjoy my life more If anything it caused my attitude to worsen Then in the end I ended up face down on the floor.
One More Round
When I hear the bell, I will go one more round When my eye begins to swell, I will go one more round
I Am My Father's Son
I Am My Father's Son That is who I am, Though I am, still his child I am still a man.
More Than Life Itself
I love you more than life itself Is that so much of a crime, To say for you, I’d do all I could Even if it meant for me to live or die.
The Scottish Dance
I once had myself a Scottish Lassie She then became my joy and pride Then one-night she gave me Scottish ale Then she became my Scottish bride
So fine a day it is today To the world I send out my hope and care Happy and joyful I am so to all I must say That I will remember you all in my prayer.
I want to be marchin’ and also yellin’ I want to be part of a rebellion, Beside my brothers I want to fight On the side of the truth, and the right,
Muscle And Bone
GOD creates out of muscle and bone
Man creates out of steel and stone
Man builds his structures to grow and rise,
To sail the waves or touch the sky.
GOD gives life to the breeze
To move the clouds, or plant the seeds
To bring the rain upon the earth
And to quieten the pain when it comes to hurt.