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.
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,
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,
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.
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
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.
I Am My Fathers Son
I am my Fathers son That is who I am, Though I am, still his Child I am still a Man
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.
Rose For A Rose
A rose for a rose That is all that I can say, As I present, the flower to you. You can look upon its beauty
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.
We Will Die
It is better to make a friend than an enemy It is better to laugh than it is to cry It is better to take medicine than a remedy But who cares, as one day we all will die.
The truth in why I had to say goodbye I couldn’t stay and let you watch me die I am so very sick and I still want to live Only feeling I have left, is for you to please forgive
I wish that I could play music
But, I can't even sing a song;
And every time that I try to play a guitar,
Or sing, I always do it all wrong.
I so, love listening to music
It puts my soul and my mind at ease
It helps me to relax on those tense days,
As music enters my soul like a breeze.
I must say that I love music to no end