He Did Provide
The day before my dad had died
The day before I cried and cried
He said to me with both honor and pride
What in life He had promised, He did provide,
He kept his word from what he had said
He gave us our clothes and bought our bread
Dad sent us to school so we were well read
And he made sure that we were clothed and fed,
My dad never borrowed, begged or stole
My dad taught us to never to forget our goal
As we live our life our life becomes our role
And we'd be remembered by our deeds and our soul,
My father told me the truth he never lied
My father was always there at my side
He gave me my confidence he was my guide
And what he had promised, he did provide.
Randy L. McClave
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Dear And Sweet
Dear sweet and loving wife
You give me love and also life
You give me happiness and never strife
Without you my love how could I survive.
You have turned our house into a home
The love we have it is always shown
Together forever in life we’ve been sewn
Never will we ever be sad or alone.
When I am off to work I think about you
As I know there will always be us two
To live without your love I have not a clue
When we sleep at night my soul you soothe.
Dear sweet and loving mother
As I know like you there is no other
You keep me warmth you are my cover
You gave me life and also life to discover.
You kiss me goodnight when I go to sleep
When I am sad you help me not to weep
No steps you said for me are ever to steep
You taught me truth and not deceit.
You taught me honesty and never to lie
Honor and pride you said will be at my side
Because of you I wear a smile at night
As you gave me love and you gave me might.
Dear sweet and loving mistress
Does your husband know you are my misses
For myself you will cheat as you undress
Your children do not know that you never confess.
You come visit me when your family is asleep
You sneak out your house so not to make a peep
As my life and myself is all that you seek
I wonder does anyone know the secrets we do keep.
When your husband is at work you are thinking about me
When your children are at school you are free
Whatever I say or do you will always believe
Hopefully the truth you will never find or see.
Dear mean and hateful woman
You have done again things that you shouldn’t
Though we are all weak and only human
You have done things that any other couldn’t.
You suppose to give your family your very best
So your soul and life would of been blessed
But then you gave your feelings to all the rest
In love and life you should never start another quest.
But in the end of course you will be caught
You lied to everyone and against what you taught
Righteousness and love and truth you never sought
Your body has been sold and your soul has been bought.
Randy L.McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Who Will
Who will want to keep you when you get old
When your soul has been bought and sold
That, I would really would like to know.
Who will want you in your twilight
When you are full of vengeance and false pride
Or would anyone, want you at their side.
Who will want to walk with you done the street
When you have no one new for you to meet
Or will people shun you, that you do greet.
Who will want to be there to hold your hand
When you get old and alone and you cannot stand
And then of your past deeds, you will finally understand.
Who will be with you in this journey of life
When you come across darkness and event light
Will you be alone, and emptiness is in your sight.
Who will forget where you have been
When your heart is still full of evil and sin
Will you remember in life, there is only but one end.
Who for you will cry and weep for you a tear
When you are no longer here
Will they even care, for your sorrows to hear.
Who will even think about you when you are gone
When there life is still moving on
Do you wonder, if you will be remembered as just a pawn.
Who will always think and worry about you
When you live your life and the things you do
So I wonder for you, if there will ever be a who.
Randy Lee McClave
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Once, You Loved Me
You said that you loved me
Was that nothing but a lie
As you stole something from me
Now I wonder will I survive.
I wanted to love you forever
And give you all plus much more
But you didn’t want us together
Not for today, or even the day before.
I thought that we would be always
For better or worse until the end
It was love and life and not a phase
As to each other our love we’d send.
I gave you my soul then my heart
And also everything that I did own
And from it all I happily did part
Because as one, we would be known.
I gave you my life so we could live
You became my soul and my destiny
And all that I had, to you I did give
Because you once said; you loved me.
RANDY L. McCLAVE
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The Day I Died
You were there when I died,
As I remembered seeing your face
You looked at me, in such disbelief
Uttering oh death, why such a waste.
When you said goodbye, I was there
Your eyes were full of tears
How sad I felt, for you and not myself
Wishing your sorrow would just disappear.
I cried, but you never saw it
The tears came down my cheeks
How I wished that I, was at your side,
As without you, I am so very weak.
And I was there when you walked away
Even though you knew that I was gone
I then saw the sorrow, in your tomorrow
Only if again we both were as one.
I was there when you walked out the door
I tried to comfort you, but you never heard me speak
So sadly you walked away, till our judgment day
And then once again, your soul I will seek.
I wonder now what will become of you
And also what will become of me
Will you live in our past, pretending it still did last
Or will you set my life and our memory free.
Life and happiness it came so quickly
But death it came in the wink of an eye
You brought me joy, that's the end of my story
And happy was I, you were there the day I died.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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I Had Died
I read the obituaries where I had died
I looked beside me and Death was not at my side
I felt so sad and lonely that I almost cried
Why about my death had others had lied
My ex-wife called my family and she was very sad
She was sorry that I was gone and she felt bad
She said I was the only true love that she ever had
Then she found out I was alive, and she got mad
My son then called after he read the news
He had cried and cried and went through boxes of tissues
He was sad and distraught and also confused
He didn't know that I was sick so he wasn't amused
My friends then called one after another
Then I got a call from a sister and then my brother
So happy the news wasn't read by my mother
It wasn't I who died, but sadly it was some other,
Of course I am here and I am still alive
And I hope for many more years I will survive
My friendship and my love it will also thrive
And my friendship to others I hope not to deprive.
Randy L. McClave
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Aftermath
'The Tree Still Stands! '
Exclaimed the boy clasping his hands
To his Father who was walking the rear,
And to his Grandfather who was nowhere near.
For happy was He.
For standing there so straight and tall
Was the tree whose limbs He crawled
And the branches from which He played,
And the root where His head once laid.
And the many leaves.
Now the Father whom hearing His Son
Came to his side in a moment run
Then He stopped; for the tree He saw
Then the Father just stood in awe,
And uttered; 'my old friend'.
For standing there was His friend
From which before His youth was spent
By climbing and playing games,
And hiding under, from the cold and rain.
And the wind.
Then the Grandfather came strolling up
And He paused, in a moment hush
To reflect to a different year
When He was a Child, and He cried a tear.
And He clasped His hands.
For he was then again a Child
And then again He cried and smiled,
For He remembered His Father and He,
And how together they planted a tree.
And it still stands.
'Thank GOD the tree still stands! '
Cried the Grandfather clasping His hands.
Randy L. McClave
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Here Lie's The truth
“Here Lies the truth”,
On Her tombstone this will be wrote.
It was never spoke when She was living,
So also in death, it will be unspoke.
By Her it was never said
it was as though pulling out Her soul,
So here lies the truth and herself dead
Both has died in sadness and woe.
Here lies the truth,
Not once by her was it cried,
Not in the days that she was living,
Not even in the day that She had died.
She must of believed that it was a sin
To open Her heart and listen to the word
So She closed her heart and locked it shut,
And She never believed in no one but Her.
Here lies the truth,
It lived but a very short life,
Though the Woman died of years of age
The truth though, never had a chance to try.
Everyone She knew had learned Her lie
They never believed a word that she said
So when She finally tried to speak the truth,
Her heart stopped; and She laid dead.
Here lies the truth
It lived but a very short life,
It was loved by neither Child or Man,
For they believe its living was but a lie.
So here in the grave it will lay dead
As it had lived in this woman's soul,
Never again will it be uttered or thought of,
Never till the end of time will it be thought of or known.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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A Military Brat
Though she knows both this and that
Except for where next she will be living at
Lived that life, as both daughter and now wife
As she is just, a Military brat.
She has no place to call her home
As around the world she has roamed
A new life to begin, as an old one did end
That life for her is all that is known.
New friends always for her to meet
As goodbye to the old ones she says with a weep
Always somewhere new, sometimes with no clue
But in her heart and soul memories she will keep.
She has gone to where our country has cried
And always with honor and also with her pride
With a smile on her face, which cant be erased
She was always at her fathers, and now husbands side.
Many times though her living style has changed
Sometimes when she sees the sand she expects the rain
And sometime when she speaks, an interpreter she seeks
And many time driving she’s in the wrong lane.
With her life she will not get rich or even fat
Never been in a war or fought in any combat
Never ate any rations, but has always been in fashion
As she is just, and still a Military brat.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Someday
Someday we all shall me tested
As to prove the type of person we became
To see from life what we had ingested
Then to see the prize that we shall claim.
Our characteristics then will be shown
From the acts and deeds that we preformed
Then the life we lived to all will be known
As our soul and destiny will be transformed.
Someday we all shall be tempted
Either by money, sex or even fame
Those demons will not be exempted
And sadly will follow many to their grave.
Many will be allured by the situation
And many will be attracted only by lies
But then many will be led into temptation
And never will know their truth was unwise.
Someday we all shall be remembered
Of the things that we’ve said and done
As our truth to all it will be surrendered
But then as in life our past cant be redone.
Our weakness and strength will be reveled
As inside our soul to GOD and all will see
Nothing can we forget or can be concealed
But then someday, when might that time be.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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I broke the bread with You today
I broke the bread with You today
and was at a loss at what to say.
For You had born all of my disgrace
when You hung on the cross in my place.
I drank the wine with You today
and was at a loss at what to say.
For Your blood had been poured out for me
when You gave your life at Calvary.
For You poured out Your life in death
Saving my soul with Your final breath
Cried out aloud 'Father Forgive'
And gave your life that I might live.
Honor Our Father! ! !
I remember when I was young,
My New Life with Christ, Just begun,
I became Born-again!
I'll Never forget that day,
When Jesus came in my heart, To Stay!
He's been guiding me all this way,
One day I asked Him'Father, What should I do?
My earthly Dad, wants to be called father too
I know Your Word says, Call No man Father
On Earth, But Only Our Father in Heaven,
You're The Father -of us all, This is True! ! !
Father replied'My Child, You don't understand
'I AM' 'Your Holy Father'
Your earthly father is a Human, man
But You are to Honor Your Father and Mother,
Because that's one of My Commands,
By Honoring them, You also Honor Me!
I appointed Your Parents, to guide You to see,
Jesus! Through Him, You've come to me,
'I AM' The Holy Father, I give Eternal Life!
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Getting Good Deeds Done
The best of good deeds,
Are not the ones discussed to be done!
The best deeds that are good...
Are those deeds lived,
And done by the ones who know
When and how to give!
Getting deeds done
Without discussions,
Weaken good intentions...
With diminishing attention given!
And spoken words without action,
Provide no satisfaction.
Although distracts with attraction,
That gets everyone talking...
And then walking away,
Just to say,
They promised they would come!
They promised to provide support...
But not get involved,
With getting good deeds done.
They see deeds as no lasting remedy!
But distortions of their involvement,
In the eyes of everyone!
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Just One
With one hand I held your hand
And with the other hand I held to my heart
As you are the one who made me complete
So never from you will I leave or part.
With one voice I said that I loved you
But not for just today but forever more
And with that same voice I said that I need you
As you are the happiness that I was looking for.
With one arm I held you to protect you
And with the other arm, for you it will provide
To give you all you need or what you might want
While defending you and keeping you at my side.
With these fingers they will write for you
They will speak of our love and also your beauty
And also so proudly they will wear your ring
As that will be their joy my pride and also my duty.
With one eye I will look forward towards our future
And with the other one it will be here for us today
Always together they will be wanting just to see you
As you are the always for which I had prayed.
With one brain you are always on my mind
With one soul you are all that i’ve got
With one memory you are all that I want to reminisce
And with one smile you are whom I had sought.
With my life to you alone I do give
With you at my side I shall forever go on
Woman may remember and man he might forget
But GOD will know that all it took was just one.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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God Made Me Strong
GOD made me strong
Man made me weak
Though those facts I grew and knew
Then a woman she made me weep.
GOD gave me the strength
To grow into a Man
To battle my strife and hold onto my life
To then become the best that I can.
Man is all that I am
As I live in a world of man
And to ask for more than what's held in store
And to see what I started and what I have began.
A woman then I did take
To hold and trust and to become my wife
To erase my tears as she stole my fears
Now together as one we live our life.
Now someday on my tomb they will write
The words that I have searched
That in my time and through my mind
That a mere woman caused me to curse.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Man Forgets
Man, He seems to always forget
His sins from his own conflict,
And the evils he does against another man.
But then he will always remember
That one cold day in that one December,
When he gave out a helping hand.
He will remember his deed of good
When he helped another as he should,
But he’ll forget the evils that he has also done.
He will forget when he had cheated and had lied
When he had stolen and abused and cried,
And when he lost, but instead he said he had won.
Man will forget his pity and his shame
Will not remember his losses but only his gain,
His deeds will be like coal and its dying ember.
He will forget all of his evils ways
As he hoped that they will all be washed away,
But what Man forgets, GOD he will remember.
poem by Randy McClave
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You Were Dead
It was a thought in my head
That I thought that you were dead
It was a feeling also in my heart
That from this life you had part,
It gave myself such a happy feeling
And my soul and mind went into healing
When I had thought that you had died
Not one tear for you had I cried,
I forgave you then of all your sins
As my losses were sadly your wins
I forgave you also of your cheating and lies
And all your hate and all your sighs,
But then I saw you standing there
I was in shock and anger at you I did stare
My temper was hot and my face was red
How I truly wish; that you were dead.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Today... 'Word of Life
I heard the Word of Life speak to me
He opened my eyes so I could see.
New life sprang up in me that day
When I heard the Words He had to say.
'This is how much I love you, ' He cried
as He stretched out His arms so wide.
For He had died so that I might live
The Word of Life cried 'Father forgive'
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Tell Me Why
Tell me why you cried, and why you lied to me
Tell me why you cried, and why you lied to me
Well I gave you everything I had
But you left me sittin on my own
Did you have to treat me oh so bad?
All I do is hang my head and moan
Tell me why you cried, and why you lied to me
Tell me why you cried, and why you lied to me
If theres something I have said or done
Tell me what and Ill apologize
If you dont, I really cant go on
Holding back these tears in my eyes
Tell me why you cried, and why you lied to me
Tell me why you cried, and why you lied to me
(hey!)
Well Im begging on my bended knees
If youll only listen to my pleas
If theres anything I can do
cos I really cant stand it, Im so in love with you
Ohhhhhh!
(is that all? I thought there [...].)
(there was.)
(you did very well.)
(brian...)
(papa-oom-mow-mow? )
(right.)
(papa papa papa.)
(wheres an e? )
(I forget [...]. brian, you [...] before? )
(ah, papa-oom-mow-mow.)
(is there an e there? )
(ah, papa...)
(ten more minutes, brian.)
(papa. mama. ah, ah. is that it? )
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Lucky I Am
Some of us don’t know how well we have it
In this land of ours of good and plenty
While many say and think that their life is unfit
While their souls and stomachs are never empty.
I once cried out for a new pair of shoes
Until I saw a man who had no feet
Then I heard a child cry for food that she refused
Then I saw another child that had nothing to eat.
I once saw a man whom had everything
Then I saw a another man who had nothing at all
Then that homeless man to GOD he did sing
While the man with everything was afraid to fall.
I once knew of a woman who pitied her life
Screaming out that no one had it as worse as her
Then I read of a woman whom died from her own knife
But of her own problems to no one did she say a word.
I never had any holes in any of my pockets
Then once I saw a man carrying change in a can
Then I thought about mans own work dockets
I then realized, how lucky that I truly am.
RANDY L. McCLAVE
poem by Randy McClave
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Like Her Mum
She's just like her mum
Her dad did say,
As we sat and spoke for a bit.
So sad are the things
That she has done to you,
In my heart there is another candle unlit.
My poor little lassie
She has done it again
That son, is why that I am crying,
As what she has done to you
Was also done to me before,
And I too, felt like dying.
Her Mum whom I loved
With all of my heart
Did to me the very same things.
She went behind my back
More than once in our life
Then forgot about me and our rings.
All these excuses that she gave
And all the times that she lied
Finally came, and caught up with her.
Now she walks in her shame
From day unto day,
Never knowing what has, occurred.
But my poor young lassie
I pity her so
And the life that she is trying to live,
She will blame all of her faults
On her Mum and maybe even me
And now probably you, I do believe.
Inside of my own heart
As to me, her dad did speak
There are many candles that are unlit,
From the sadness that she caused
And the pain that she had dealt
My heart has became an empty pit.
And sadly I know one day
And it will be because of my Lassie
The candles will be gone, and I will had cried,
And this you will know my son
When my light and sunshine are gone
Of course so will I, as I will had died.
She is just like her Mum
Again her dad did say
As we had just finished our talk,
I can see it in her eyes
And I hear it when she speaks
I can even see it in her walk.
I feel so very sorry for you
What you have seen and what you have felt
Of all the wickedness my Lassie has done,
But sadly you are not the first
And you will not be the last,
As She is, just like Her Mum.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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