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Your Grave

I alone will stand over your grave
And I will not shed a tear,
I will be both proud and brave
And finally my words you will hear.
You will listen to the words that I speak
And every quote that I have to say,
And this time you will not ignore me
Or from me will you run away.
I will be the only person standing there
As no-one else will care for your passing,
As in my heart for you there once was care
But now its full of remorse and laughing.
I will read for you the many bible quotes
Especially the ones pertaining how you lived,
You will understand how you destroyed hopes
Goodness fell out of you like flour being sieved.
I truly hope that you can hear my voice
As that will be the last time I will speak to you,
Where you spend your eternity that was your choice
And this one outcome you cant undo.
I will look on your gave and give you pity
As pity is all that you acquired in life,
And to think I thought you once were pretty
But you were ugly as a woman, mother and wife.
I look around and your families not there
I guess they decided they had better things to do,
Maybe though you are in their prayers
Or maybe they too didn’t care about you.
Now my speech to you it has ended
In the end I know you could not of been saved,
So many innocents you have used and offended
So now forever, I walk away from your grave.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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I Pity You

I pity you when you walk down the street
I pity you when you open your mouth to speak
You will tell your story, with its pity and glory
As sympathy is all that you do seek.

I pity you and your parents dear
I pity you when from you they don’t want to hear
As you put them to blame, for your sadness and pain
That’s why for you no-one will shed a tear.

I pity you when you laugh and smile
I pity you as your life is full of guile
But you are the source, for your sadness and remorse
And you wont change even when walking your last mile.

I pity you as you once had something
I pity you as now you have nothing
You threw everything away, so you could stray
Now your retribution will be coming.

I pity you as with time you will age
I pity you with your hate and your rage
You will always fight, whether you are wrong or right
You are the animal and your soul is your cage

I pity you and I do it without a clue
I pity you whenever I see or hear of you
There is no sympathy, as your not my friend or enemy
And all I can say is, that I truly pity you.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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I Don't Care

I don't care where I live my life
As long as I have you,
I don't care where my home is
As long as there is us two,
I don't care if we live in a house
Or in a mansion, or even a cave,
I just want you at my side
Where together, forever we will stay,
I don't care to count out my money
Every nickel, penny, quarter or dime,
I don't care to spend all of our money
On our place that is yours and mine,
I don't care if the nights are cold
At the place that we will call home.
I don't care if the days are hot
As long as I have you and I am not alone,
I don't care what country we are in
Or where finally we will lay our roots,
I don't care what language me might speak
As long as I can still say I love you,
I don't care where I sleep at night
Whether it be a hut, or cabin, tent or igloo,
I don't care where I wake up in the morning
As long as I wake up next to you,
I don't care if we have one room
At the place that we will spend our life,
I don't care what people might ever say
All I care is to have you as my wife.

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

poem by Randy McClave
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Dead And Gone

In years from now when I am dead and gone
Will people read the words that I had wrote
If they do will they agree with what they read
And if so truly, understand the feelings I had spoke.
Will they feel the pain and suffering that I felt
In the many days of my own life
Maybe they will etch my feelings inside their soul
And If so, I wonder for me if they will cry.
I wonder if anyone will go into a deep thought
After reading the words that I had spoke
And then will they think and understand that feeling too
While inside their soul or heart a memory I will had awoke.
Maybe they will be with me in those lonesome nights
When my soul and I felt so very alone
When I couldn't sleep so I had to write
While my soul stayed stationary, but my mind it did roam.
And will they feel the pain that I did feel
With every line that I suffered as I did write
Will they shed a tear that my lover never shed for me
While she was always in my heart and in my sight.
And when they finish my book and close it shut
Will they reflect my feelings as they walk away
Will they say they know the pain that I have felt
As they too had felt it in their very own days.
Will they cry the tears that was never cried for me
As they go searching for my last resting place
To give the sympathy they might say I deserve
While trying to visualize my soul through my face.
If they look and find and then walk unto my grave
I wander for me if i will receive long forgotten grieving
Telling me how sad and the pity they hold for me
After reading my words, maybe they will start believing.
And maybe they will walk to the graves of the others
The ones who did me wrong and who sealed my fate
Who made me the poet whom I had to become
Will they tell them their souls, and living they do hate.
So as I finish writing with these last few thoughts
I hope forever my words and feelings will continue on
As I know I am not alone and my pain is not fastened to me
But really who will know, until I am dead and gone.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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Hello, Death

Hello; I am Death.
Listen to me as I speak
As though you think there is an option
There is none, as your life is what I seek.
You can be the top of your world
The master of all you survey
Have your name known around this world
But that is nothing, you are mine at any day.
As with the touch of my finger
Or a glare from my eye
All you owe and known is gone,
When I command it, your body will die.

Hello; I am Death
Have you came to fear me yet
Have you seen your life pass you by
terrible is your life, and your soul is that debt.
The people you used and hurt
The swears and lies that you spoke
Laughing when others where in despair
I think by those words, I will let you choke.
You will then dance in your misery
As you reflect the past of your deeds
With every gasping breath I will laugh
Then my words you will finally heed.

Hello; I am Death
Listen to me as I talk
My voice will be the last for you to hear
As you take, your very last walk.
I will laugh with every step that you take
As just to remind you of your past,
And the wrongs that you did to others
Forever, I promise that pain in you will last.
And then the moment before you die
And your soul is full of regrets
I want to watch you beg for mercy and life,
BUT, I wont listen; as I am DEATH.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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Walk Of Shame

I think back now of the shame and disgust
Sadly all she knew was how to sin and lust
The mantle of woman-hood she happily did bust
Knowing not of devoutness nor not knowing of trust.

Leaving one man and then going to another
Happily to other women she is like no other
As for lies, sin and deceit, by them she will smother
Ironically she was once known as a wife and a mother.

Out from her mouth comes hatred and lies
Turning others words around, and uses them in disguise
Living for pity and help, and answering with tears and sighs
Doesn't care who she hurts or who falls, or who even cries.

She now walks the road that leads to her grave
Sin and deceit she will always long for and crave
Living the life of a coward, could never be brave
Her soul she has lost, and sadly it she tried not to save

Cheating and using and abusing to her is just a game
She leaves one man for another, and others she will blame
She hides her face, so no one will know her name
Then once again in the rain or snow, she takes that walk of shame.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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Love You More

I love you more than life itself
So I give you whatever I own
Though I own not much of earthly wealth
So then, I will give you my soul.

I would give you my life if so need be
And I would ask for nothing in its place,
I’d say do to it, whatever you need
For without you, it would be a waste.

I would give you my heart, if only I could
Because my heart is no longer there
It has been replaced with your angel face
Now it only beats, in your prayers.

I Given you everything if you only look
If you can search the soul and mind
Though I dont have what I wish to give
But what I do give, it is nobodies but mine.

I would give you my eyes if only in thought
So you could see the things that I can see
You would see a world such a happy place
But only, If you were in love like me.

I wish I could give you my ears, so you could hear
The sounds which only that I can hear
The beating of hearts, the rhyming of poems
And the sound of love, which is always near.

I gave you everything that I do own
And everything that I cherish dearly
And I know that you could feel the way that I do,
But only, if you were in love like me.

I wish I could speak and say how I feel
But I cant, so I write it with paper and pen
So when the day does come and I’m taken away
You can then read of my love, once again.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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Two Sides To Every Story

There are two sides to every story
Not just the side of them or theirs,
So never judge or hold a grudge
And when you listen, please listen with care.
Listen to one side and then always the other
Not just one side and then walk away
If you pick that route, sad you'll turn out
And never will you ever feel or be the same.
You will hate yourself as truth be told
If you listen to only one side of the story
You'll live in disgrace, when you see your face
And never will you fill satisfaction or joy.
As time will come, and of course time will tell
Someday the truth it will all come out
And when it you do hear, will you shed a tear
As you found out you took the wrong route.

There is two sides to every story
Not just the side that you want to hear
And not from their soul, that you do not know
And not from someone who will cry you a tear.
When you listen, please listen well
No matter if they be friend or foe
Look into their eyes, then you might realize
And then the truth might just be known.
To condemn someone is such a terrible act
Which you must live with the rest of your life
You will live in shame, for someone you falsely blamed
And always you will question yourself why.
A pretty face or a sad sad story
Guilt either begins or ends with that line
As a pretty face, it can mask lies or hate
Then the truth through deception is left behind.

There are two sides to every story
I must preach that statement once again
Listen to both sides, then the judgment you can decide
And happy you will be in the end
As you cannot judge a book by it's cover
No matter what you might hear or what might be said
As so many will lie, so that to get pity on their side
While untruth and deception they will had led.
A saddened face is just a saddened story
There is more to the truth to one persons story
Don't falsely judge, if so even GOD will hold a grudge
Then far away you will be from his glory.
When you listen to a story listen with your soul
Never be afraid to ask a question or even ask why
And always seek the truth, as you would seek out good fruit
And remember to every story there is always another side.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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Be Not Proud

Oh Death be not proud,
Oh Grave be not shallow
For out reaching your darkened hand
And refusing a boy, to become a man.
Oh grave I feel your sting
And Death I hear you sing
From the lives that you do take
From the lives, to you we gave.
Oh grave, be not proud
For taking the little child
For refusing them yet to grow,
Unto the Adults, they'll never know.
Death be not proud
For arriving as a thief
To break the heart and shatter the soul
To only fill it, with your grief.
Death be not proud
Grave be not victorious
Pain be not loud
Sorrow, be not continuous.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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How Do You Sleep

I place my head between my hands
As once again I softly weep
I think to myself, as there is no one else,
Please tell me; How do you sleep.
Do you not think of the things you have done
Or the lies and untruths that you have said
It pains my mind, probably till the end of time
Until the time that we both are dead.
You tell your lies as they are the truth
So you can cover up your ways and sin
Do you believe your lies, as the truth you deny
Thinking your innocent in front of God and men

As I sit alone in my chair
Thinking of the secrets you did keep
With your picture in hand, I cant understand
Then I say to you; how do you sleep.
I trusted you with all that I know
And I gave you all that I had to give
You were my life, and you were my wife
And i’d give you my soul for you to live.
But then your past it caught up with you
A time that I knew nothing about
When you were wild, like a crazy child
Who got there way, as it ended out.

As I walk through out the house
As for answers I still try to seek
I walked through our home, now I am alone,
Please tell me; how do you sleep.
As I look back at the things you have done
Remembering the vows that you had broke
And In my brain, now there is only pain
With all the lies you've done and spoke.
I find my bible and it I begin to read
Someday the devil will have your soul to reap
Until that time, your words are a crime,
And please tell me; how do you sleep.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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One Day

I dont know when the time might come,
I dont even know where I might be
But this I do say, until that one day
That then; I will be free.
I think of that day with every step I take,
As I wish for it, with every breath I breathe
As I hope my day will come, before my life is done,
Then finally I'll know, you will belong to me.

Though I might be standing alone one day
Or I might be writing, with pen and pad in hand,
But my time will be here, maybe a day or even a year
And then I will know, that indeed for us I am a man.
I think of that day with every step that I take
And I wish with every breath that I breathe,
Am I being judged, or against me is there a grudge,
Doesn't anyone want me and my soul to be free.

I don't know where that I might be standing,
And I don't know exactly where I might be,
I don't know if it will be far or near, a day or a year,
But I do hope, that my time is coming for me.
I look and speak to my family and friends
I tell them too, that one day it will be my day,
But they push me aside, as their time has arrived,
And I don't need the same time for which they had prayed.
I look at my world, there is no one else like me,
I stand alone I don't even know who I am,
They say I should be proud, like a new born child,
But in what they say, there belief they never took their stand.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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Heaven To Gain

As I wake up each morning
And as I begin to start a new day
I wipe the night out of my eyes
And on my knees to GOD I pray.
I ask him to please watch over me,
And protect me from all evil and sin
As I know Its everywhere that I look
And its after all women and men.
I try to live my life the best I can
And I try to stay away from sin that's within
But that's the best offer made by any man
So I must pray over again, and again.
I think about what I had endeavored
Temptation and evil it is everywhere
From the things we do and the words we say
Its around the corner and it is in the air.
So I keep the promises that I do make
And also the vows that I do swear
If I break them or neglect them any
At my soul, sin and evil would tear.
And as I see the people everyday
Many don't care about things that should last
All they care about is what is for them now
And then later they try to forget their past.
So as I walk this one life's road
Like many have walked it before
The easy way is not always the best way,
If you know what the outcome that is in store.
So never do I want to do unto others
What sins unto me that has been done
As I know there is a Heaven for me to gain
And also a Hell for me to shun.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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Words between words

Words between words
~
I try and say most things subtle
To slip words between words
In the hope you will read and hear
Sometimes I speak with blunt honesty
Sometimes wish I just didn’t speak
Sketching in secret characters
Telling stories built on fantasy
When a subtle look reveals
The obvious biography
Those words between words
What I write, what I speak
I understand words more than people
Words always seem easy
We all have things we wish to say
Some are said, others kept
All that is written then spoken
Are words between words

poem by Matthew Holloway
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Love Never Dies

I will love you forever,
Though your lips might speak end.
I will hold you in my heart and soul,
As my everyday slowly begins.
I will see you when my eyes are blinded,
As I feebly walk alone.
And I will feel only you in my soul
When my heart is full of woe.
I will touch you, or I will remember the touch,
When my fingers become cold and numb.
And I will see, and hear only of you,
When the stars in the sky replaces the sun.
I will hear you speak again,
When a breeze gently blows past.
Then I will speak, of love and you,
When my first breath, becomes my last.
And when GOD calls me home again,
I will kneel unto the Lord.
And I will speak so proudly and only of you,
For I will love you more then, than I did before.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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The God of Love Speaks to Man…

I gave you hands to grasp and work
With finesse, deftly, and eat food;
I thought you'll fold your hands and pray,
And thank me for the gifts I gave!
But you use hands to hurt and kill,
And do all sinful things your way!

I gave you legs that carry you,
And stand upright and walk my ways;
I thought you'll genuflect and pray,
And thank me for all that I do;
But you tread upon evil paths
And leave my tenets, go astray!

I gave you eyes upon your face
To see the good world I had made;
I thought you'll read the word of mine,
And live your life in accordance.
But you use eyes to see the muck
That spoils your heart and mind and soul!

I gave you ears to hear sweet sounds
Of birds and animals I found;
I thought you'll hear my divine voice
And thank me for the gift of life;
But you hear noise that's deafening,
And songs that satisfy your lust.

I gave you tongue and mouth to speak
Kind words to all and love brethren;
I thought you'll eat the foods you should,
And thank me for the taste of things;
But you speak lies and blaspheme God
And eat substances of abuse!

I gave you mind to think aright,
And wonder how awesome is God!
I thought you'll keep your brain flawless,
And thank me for your reasoning power;
But you take drugs that give you highs
And waste your precious time I gave!

I gave you heart to empathize,
And feel the anguish of others;
I thought you'll have remorse for sins
And ask forgiveness from the Lord;
But your heart harbours evil thoughts
Those wreck your mind, body and soul!

Remember man, I made you out
Of clay but breathed life into it;
And gave a soul and my semblance
To know my love that's infinite;
Love made me make you with great care,
And yearns to have you back wholesome!

Copyright by Dr John Celes 22-10-2012

poem by John Celes
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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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There Stands A Woman

Behind every great man there stands a woman
I have heard that time after time before
Standing behind him and keeping him strong
There is a woman who is opening life's door.
Though I myself am not a great man
And a great man I might not ever be
But in my soul and mind I feel like a great man
As you are there always standing behind me.
When I fall you are there to catch me
Or you will pick me up when I hit the ground
You make me happier than I can ever speak
And because of you, you make me heaven bound.
You are behind me to fix my hair or straiten my tie
When I leave the house each and everyday
You give me the confidence to keep me believing
As without you, inside our home I would stay.
When I make a mistake you tell me not to worry
And when I cry you are there to wipe away my tears
You are there to listen to my worries and my problems
And you are there to help me fight my own fears.
You give me the support when others would reject me
And the hope I need when I am not sure of myself
You are there with the uplifting words to move me along
You are my riches, and you are my wealth.
Behind every great man there stands a woman
I don't know if that statement happens to be true,
But whenever that I look into my mirror,
Behind me; there is always standing you.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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I Would Not Cry

If you should die, I would not cry
Sadder words I never have thought
In my heart there is no feeling
So to God I pray for the healing
But sometimes, I think God has just forgot.
I cannot forget the sins that you have done to me
While you were my soul and also my wife
I can still feel all of your using
Along with your with your cheating and abusing
And how you destroyed my soul and my life.
We were once one, as we were joined by God
But you weren't happy with that type of living,
So then again you started telling your lies
So you could get the pity for you to survive
And once again because of you I am grieving

If you were here, I would not shed a tear,
As I have already shed them all for you
I would not ever look upon your face
As now all I’d see is shame and disgrace
The word lady and woman you never knew.
I thought you were a loyal and trustworthy lass
And a great mother that was well worth knowing
Now you are not teaching your daughters well
Will they too follow you example and strait to hell
As without change that is where you three are going.
That journey you take you will not go alone
And that happens to be a matter of fact
Along yourself and your girls you also will take
All the sinners and the ones God will forsake
And also the men that kept you upon your back.

If you were dead, I would lay down my head
And sleep in a nice and gentle sleep
As all my nightmare's would be gone
And once again my soul would be just one
And for you, I would never ever weep.
I would wear a smile, upon my face
And again happy thoughts in my my mind and brain
And I would not ever think of you any more
I would forget the words slut, tramp and whore
As God would of cleanse me, with his falling rain.
And that day when your day will finally come
In front of God you will stand alone
He will tell you that you had died
And for your soul no one had cried
And sadly heaven, will never be your home.

I would of mourned, when you were born
If only I knew the type of life that you would live,
With all of your cheating and your lying
Letting your soul starve, and allow its dying
You stole and took, and never would even give.
They say we cannot change who we are
And we will always go back to where we came,
As a cheater, you will also be a cheat
In this life, you will be a liar and full of deceit
You were born in agony and now live in its pain.
The life you have led, has been a hard life on you
You change your looks so from all you can hide
But you are known by your ways if not your name
As everyone knows their scars and remember their pain
And you are my pain, so for you never will I cry.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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The Only Sounds

If you're there and you care
And you listen very careful, darling
You'll hear my prayer
And if you hear, loud and clear
You would get a million kisses from me
Somewhere, somehow
And if the night's a lonely time for you
Just listen the words i gave to you
Let the song of ours play one more time
Somewhere, somehow
I'll be there
Went out walkin' in the morning
Standing in the pouring rain
let it run all over me
Stayed up late last night
Tryin' to put all the things right
Then the tears roll over me
And if the night's a lonely time for you
Just listen to the words i gave to you
Let the song or ours play one more time
Somewhere, Somehow
I'll be there
If you're there, and you care
You'll get a million kisses from me
Somewhere, somehow
And if you feel like i feel
Love cuts the deepest part of me
Somewhere, somehow
And if the night's a lonely time for you
Just listen to the words i gave to you
Let the song of ours play one more time
Somewhere, somehow
I'll be there

song performed by by Wet Wet Wet
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Denial

for every tear
that we shed
on the grave of
our loved one

another soul
up there
becomes restless

disturbed.

do not cry anymore.
let them have the
needed rest.

you must learn
to forget and learn
to live

your own life
of loneliness

the woman
standing next
to the grave
of your husband
mourns too

fighting her own
battle of
loneliness

look at her
she is broken
too with so much
sorrow

pity, have pity on her.
pity, have pity on yourself too

why should one be overwhelmed with so much sorrow?
when happines lurks just behind you.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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